While sorting through old things today, I found the first volume of my childhood 'Hero Analysis Notebook.' The handwriting is all wobbly, filled with childish doodles and tactical ideas that seem so naive now. Back then, I was just a foolish kid who believed that 'you could become a hero even without a Quirk.' Looking at this, my chest feels tight... but more than anything, I'm grateful. Grateful to that younger me who never gave up, and grateful to all the people who gave me a hand along the way. I might not be strong enough yet, but I'll keep moving forward, carrying that clumsy aspiration with me.