Instead of going to sleep like any normal person he stays up researching because he is not normal. While searching the internet for scraps of information he stumbles upon a video. The video is titled "Hero gives his life saving family of four from collapsing building!". He presses play on the video and immediately the sound of rocks cracking and exploding fill his headphones.
In the video the boy holds up the building by the ceiling of the first floor, the boys mask has fallen away as the family cries beneath him the only thing preventing the world from seeing his face is the formerly snow white but now partially blood stained hair draping over it as the floors above him force his head down. The boy struggles just to keep the building standing, his torn and tattered makeshift costume revealing glimpses of his bulging straining immature muscles covered in blue crackling electricity. The boy cries as he holds the building.
"Please... run... i can't handle anyone dying because of me!" The boy yelled shakily as rocks crumbled from the floor above while his body crackled with blue lightning.
The family manages to escape the building before a large piece of debris slams into the boy at insane speeds causing the building to come down on him. The building buries him just as another boy walks up to the building laughing. The camera man runs away just before the video cuts off.
"What the hell... why..." He asked before his grandfather's words echoed in his mind.
His grandfather always spoke of sacrificing for the people who need it, for people who didn't have the power, even if you have to break a few laws to do it.
"Fuck it, we ball!" He said before opening another tab and ordering a metric shit ton of materials and tools.
He got the stuff quickly due to super fast delivery options and began working through the night. Even after working all night he was still not done and continued to work through the day and only finished just as it got dark out.
He sits perched atop a tall building looking down on everything. The pitch black front of his suit makes him nearly invisible in the night sky if not for the faint neon reaching him and the blood red mirrored sharp angular visor on his face. He leapt off the building with a slow obtuse backflip revealing the red mark on his back, two red geometric diamonds with the bottom being bigger. The mark trails from between his should blades reaching up to his nape and goes as far down as his tail bone.
He falls for a bit before pointing his fingerless gloved index finger and pinky and shooting out two webs which land cleanly. He swings along his arc before yanking on the webs towards the end increasing his height allowing another backflip. He landed in the darkness of an alley before closing his eyes to listen in for anything importsnt. His enhanced hearing allows his ears to pick up everything around him but he doesnt need everything, just one problem. His ears filter out the loud bustling of the main streets and suddenly he picks up on something.
In another district the sound of a small group of yakuza walking through a karaoke bar and snickering about the job can be heard by Kenta. He rushes across the rooftops occasionally using his webs to change direction instantly. He dropped down into the main street in front of the karaoke as he heard the men near the door. He rushed inside through the neon halls knocking over customers in the process. Just as he rounds a corner he sees the group open a door and the front man pulls out a gun.
He rushes forward arriving at insane speed and kicks the mans aiming arm out of the way causing him to miss. The kick causes the man's arm to break at the elbow. The man screamed in pain as the three others quickly began to draw their guns. Kenta decked one of them then threw one of them into the one he just punched.
As he casually throws the second guy the third one begins to pull the trigger and he dodges just as casually as he handled the others. Kenta kicked the gun away then backhanded the man. He approached the room they were about to light up kicking the second guy ubconscious in the process. When he entered the room a bullet immediately flew but he narrowly avoided it.
"I came here to help you." Kenta said bluntly but then noticed the mans a yakuza too.
Kenta rushed the man uppercutting him then kicking him away. After dealing with him he could hear the faint sound of police sitens a district over and rushed out of the karaoke bar. When he got outside launched himself several meters into the air and swung away.
He landed on the side of his apartment and crawled through his window landing safely in his room. After locking his window and closing the blinds he began stripping.
Ah... quite fun to be honest... it'd be nice if they would be a bit more appreciative though...
After removing his costume he entered the bathroom and started his bath. He sat on the stool washing himself off while the tub filled. The soap glided down his muscular form, much more muscular than any average japanese man hell even compared to other countries men he would be a specimen for peak form. After washing he rinsed himself and then stood up. Water dripped down and off his member as he walked over to the tub and stepped in. He slowly sunk into the filled tub savoring the warm embrace of the fluid that makes life possible.
As he laid in the rub he thought back to what happened to him these past months and realized he now has the power. The power to take back what is his. The power to defend his grandfathers honor.