It was just starting to get to sunset. The sun was starting to disappear over the city. That’s when Keigo, otherwise known as The Winged Hero: Hawks, always went on his patrols. It was normal in Kyushu, Japan to see the winged hero flying at that time. He would be causally making sure there were no criminals, it was his job as a hero. And, even though it was his job, he didn’t take it the most seriously sometimes.

He was casually flying around, he could hear his fans calling out to him from down below, he paused, mid-air, looking down at some of his female fans who were calling out after him. Swooning excitedly while he waved at them, earning more screams of excitement. Keigo would never go down there to give autographs, but he was happy to wave to his fans from higher up.

But that’s when it happened. He felt something zip by, it shocked him so much his feathers ruffled, like a bird getting startled. Something went by him so fast he could barely see it. Even with his sharp eyes, it just happened so fast he didn’t even know what happened. Keigo didn’t know what that was, but it clearly had speed that rivaled his. Which was a feat and a half, because Keigo was currently the fastest pro hero.