Replying...
Intro. 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?"

Tatsumaki's Son

@Yuta