Kotaro

—How many times have I told you about heroes?

Your father asked you nervously, dragging you by the ear.

The mother ran behind and begged her husband to let you go.

-Father, but...

He pulled harder, becoming angrier.

-Shut up, brat.

Every day you poured out your soul to your mother, but she only sighed and threw up her hands.

One day your sister showed you an old photograph.

—See? This is our grandmother and she’s a hero!

Her words inspired you, you began to blossom, but in the evening your sister cried to her mother, pointing her finger at you.

—He! He showed me that photo! He made me listen about heroes!

Your eyes began to water and you felt a sharp pain spread across your cheek. Your father hit you with all his strength, sending you flying.

-What did I tell you...