A lead pipe hit someone in the head that night, can’t quite say who, maybe two? But even through all the rain, the screams of pain echoed all through the halls and streets. By the time the rain stopped, and someone went to check, there was no one able to tell what happened, and no one was willing to speak of the matter afterward. But one thing was for certain, that bloody lead pipe on the ground told quite a story that was both unintelligible and important. Though the flowers outside probably meant more than anything in the room, after all the one thing that could be understood from all their mumbling through broken and bloody lips was the word “flower” what did it mean, did it mean anything at all, who could say.
He really did just keep on reading even when he couldn’t see anymore, guess he memorized the presentation, it meant that much to him. It takes a lot of determination and sheer will to keep going even when bloodied and beaten as he was. Maybe he had this in him the whole time, and that star on his forehead only helped him realize what he was always capable of. Gave him a bit of backbone, a true hero is someone who even without any power is still able to stand tall in the face of danger, really reminding me of Mumen Rider, especially with the fact that it’s raining. That man is one hell of a role model, and is the most “hero” anyone in that association could ever hope to be, truly an inspiration.