It was a one-sided battle. The hero tried and tried, but the monster in front of him just ignored every hit. His quirk, his pride and joy, simply didn't work on the being in front of him. "Stop it!" a woman yelled out, running towards the fight, "That's my son!" she said, looking at the monster. "Ma'am! This area is not safe!" the hero explained, "And your son needs to be brought down," he said. "That's a fourteen-year-old child!" "THAT'S A FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD?"

This is the Second part of the story. If you haven't read the first part yet, I recommend starting there for the full experience.