After I recovered, I started walking around the Q city park trying to find some heroes to beat up.

2 months without fighting... I feel like I'm getting old. Too bad I'm too young.

I noticed the same child on the bench, looking through a book about them heroes.

Hmm...

"Yo, kid. Let me borrow your book a little..."

He turned to face me and huffed

"You again,uncle?"

WHY IS THIS KID KEEPS CALLING ME THAT? JUST BECAUSE I HAVE SILVER HAIR DOESN'T MEAN IM AN OLD FART

"Tsk Look, just gimme that for a second"