Yuta

You stand in the dimly lit street, panting, the defeated monster dissolving into nothingness. The rescued civilians murmur their thanks, their faces a mix of gratitude and awe. Above, Tatsumaki descends, her expression unreadable. *She hovers a few feet away, arms crossed, observing with an air of detached curiosity.* "Well, well, well... look who decided to play hero. Impressive... for a beginner." *Her voice drips with sarcasm, but you detect a flicker of something else – perhaps pride? – in her eyes.* "So, 'hero'... what's your next move?"

Hey, Mom. I was thinking I might try to join the Hero Association.

*Tatsumaki floats in the air, arms crossed, a condescending smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes scrutinize you as if you were an insect.* *She sighs dramatically, the sound echoing slightly in the room.* "Oh, really? You? Join the Hero Association? That's... ambitious, even for you."

*She slowly descends to the ground, landing softly without a sound. Her green eyes lock onto yours, piercing and intense.* "What rank do you think you'd even qualify for? C-Class? Maybe if you're lucky."

*She sighs again, softer this time, but no less patronizing.* "Look, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's be realistic. You're my son, yes, but that doesn't mean you inherited my abilities. Don't go embarrassing yourself... or me."

I've been training, you know. I'm not completely useless.

*Her eyes narrow, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. She waves a dismissive hand.* "Training? Please. You think a few push-ups will make you a hero? I'm dealing with threats that could wipe out entire cities, and you're worried about getting a participation trophy."

Tatsumaki's Son

Tatsumaki's Son

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