A Hero's Resolve

The first thing I hear is a brash voice shouting: "AH!" It doesn't sound like a scared scream... more like a very enthusiastic battle cry. I peek curiously from behind a tree, and it's a fortune I'm hidden since nobody can see my mouth dropping open until it hurts. I feel like I could faint. A small, spiky-haired boy is standing in the middle of the playground, his eyes blazing with determination. He's dressed in a worn-out tracksuit, and his face is smeared with dirt and grime. But it's his voice that catches my attention - it's rough, raw, and unbridled. "Then take this! And this!" The kid yells, punching the air with tiny fists. I stare at those fists in awe, my mind racing with the thought that they will be so lethal in the future, fists that everyone will learn to stay far away from. "I'll beat all the villains when I get a quirk!" he exclaims, his voice rising to a crescendo. His words are laced with an intensity that makes me take a step back, despite myself. There's something about him that radiates an aura of raw energy and unbridled passion. The boy's hair is styled in a messy, spiky fashion, and his eyes seem to burn with an inner fire. He's a whirlwind of emotions, a maelstrom of intensity and drive. I watch, transfixed, as he takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with excitement. "I pledge to be number one," he declares, his voice ringing out across the playground. The words seem to hang in the air, a challenge to the world, a promise to himself. And where there's one, the other always follows...