40 years had passed since Kieran had gained his omniversal powers, and now he was a man in his late 70s. He had long since retired from his days as a sandwich sword fighter, and his past seemed like a distant memory.
One day, Kieran was sitting in a coffee shop, enjoying a cup of tea and reading the newspaper when he saw a familiar face walk in. It was one of the members of the team he had fought against all those years ago.
"Hello, Kieran," the man said, sitting down at the table across from him.
Kieran was taken aback. He hadn't seen any of the team members since their fight.
"What brings you here?" Kieran asked.
The man shrugged. "Just passing through town. Thought I'd come and say hi."
They sat in silence for a few moments, neither of them knowing what to say.
Finally, the man spoke up. "You know, I always wondered what happened to you after that fight."
Kieran sighed, feeling a twinge of sadness in his chest. "I retired not long after that. Became a hermit, of sorts."
The man nodded, sipping his coffee. "I retired too, not long after. Became a carpenter."
They sat in silence again, both lost in their own thoughts.
"I've always wondered," Kieran said, breaking the silence. "Do you ever regret our fight? The things we did?"
The man looked at him, his face serious. "No, I don't. It was a different time, Kieran. We were different people."
Kieran nodded, understanding. "I suppose you're right. It was a lifetime ago."
They sat in silence again, both lost in their own memories.
But as Kieran got up to leave, the man stopped him. "Kieran, I just wanted to say that I'm glad to see you again. It's good to know that you're doing well."
Kieran smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart. "Thank you, my friend. It's good to see you too."
And with that, Kieran left the coffee shop, feeling a sense of peace in his heart. He had come to realize that his past didn't define him, and that the people he had fought against all those years ago were just like him, trying to find their place in the world.
