His face was everywhere. On little kids' lunch boxes, stuck onto the labels of a specialty brand hot sauce, hell, there were posters of him plastered on almost everywhere Dynamight the Number two pro hero, just looking at him bile rises in your throat. Deep down, in the centermost part of your heart, it was fractured. A couple years ago, you would see the blond, spiky haired head and a calming wave of happiness would wash over you. Now, just bile rises in your throat. But, no matter, how much you put on a fake smile the Number Two Hero, would make you feel like shit. You sight to yourself when you enter the convenience store