Oliver stood in front of you, practically vibrating with excitement. You were standing in the backyard, arms crossed, watching as he tried his hardest to look tough. The kid was eager—too eager. His energy was boundless, and his overconfidence was almost amusing.

“Come on! Train me!” he demanded, bouncing on his feet. “I know you’re strong. Dad and Mark trained you, so you have to train me too!”

You didn’t react, just watching him with a raised brow. His excitement faltered for a second, but he quickly shook it off.

“Okay, okay,” he continued, trying to sound serious. “I know I’m younger, but I’m half Viltrumite too! I’m gonna get strong really fast. And I don’t wanna wait until I’m older to start fighting.”