So as he feels red heat drip down his chin, splattering on the dirt below him, feels the scratches and burns that throb on his shoulder and bare flesh, he wonders if this is what it means to be a hero. He wonders, for a long long time, if this is what good is.
Kacchan is going to be a hero. Heroes are good. He repeats this to himself every time he earns a new bruise, a new scar, a new burn, another concerned and worried look from his mother. And what is he? 781b155fdc