"What are you doing?"

  Before Midnight could fully process what was happening, Kaminari had already crouched down and stretched his hand toward the old man's chest. In the sed, her white, slender hand tightly grabbed his wrist.

  "Kid, what do you think you're doing?!"

  Her brows furrowed in frustration, and her eyes fshed with disbelief. A child's interference during such a critical moment? It was eous!

  However, Kaminari didn't reagrily. Instead, he looked up at her, his eyes calm and full of siy. With a quiet but fident voice, he began to expin.

  "You just said the old man's heart stopped because of cardiac arrest, and your chest pressions and CPR aren't w, right? That means he needs a stronger shock to revive him."

  "So—"

  "Stop talking. Just listen to me," Kaminari interrupted her, knowing they didn't have a sed to waste. "My Quirk acts like a defibriltor. My hands gee the right kind of electricity to restart his heart."

  As he spoke, he let a small spark of goldericity daween his fingers, proving his point before it quickly faded. Midnight hesitated for a sed, feeling the faint static betweehe sensation made her instinctively pull back her hand, starting to believe him.

  "But you don't have a hero lise! Acc to the regutions, you're not allowed to—"

  Before she could finish, Kaminari had already pced his hands on the old man's chest, fog ily. Midnight could only stand by, her heart pounding as she watched the young boy defy the rules, hoping his gamble would pay off.

  Though she was deeply uled by Kaminari's as, it wasn't just because he'd disobeyed her. What truly frustrated her was how reckless he was, stepping in where he had no legal right to act. Regutiohere for a reason, after all.

  Whether or not the old man survived, Kaminari would still face serious sequehe w didn't care if the oute was good or bad—breaking the rules was breaking the rules.

  But now that he'd begun, all Midnight could do was watch. She silently prayed he knew what he was doing, though she was already pnning on teag him a lesson afterward. He o uand the weight of responsibility, the importance of ws and rules. That's what it meant to be a hero.

  Oher hand, Kaminari was entirely focused oask at hand. He carefully trolled the electricity c through his body, sending small, precise shocks directly to the old man's heart. This teique, which he called "Electrotherapy," was something he had developed himself, inspired by the thunder-based abilities of the character Enel from One Pie his previous life.

  The cept was simple use fine trol over his electric current to act as a defibriltor, stimuting the heart bato rhythm. When Kaminari first started training his Quirk, he'd hought about learning such delicate teiques. Like any kid, he'd imagined powerful, fshy moves with big effects stuff like "100,000 Volts," "Thunder Dragon's Roar," od's Judgement."

  But reality had thrown cold water over his ambitions.

  While his Quirk allowed him to gee electricity, Kaminari quickly realized he couldn't tre amounts of current at all. O left his body, it scattered wildly into the air, losing energy almost immediately.

  The idea of shaping or direg his electricity seemed impossible. He couldn't even guide the current in a straight line. Worse yet, the risk of actally injuring others was high. The untrolled nature of his power made it far too dangerous to use around people.

  This was the first of his two major limitations. Overing it would require interaining to master precise trol. But the sed fw was even more debilitating and far harder to fix.

  Whenever Kaminari pushed his output beyond a certain threshold, his brain would short-circuit. He'd lose sciousness and, for a while, turn into nothing more than a grinning idiot, only able to give a thumbs-up and giggle.

  Why did he know this so well? Well, let's just say he'd learhe hard way.

  In the end, Kaminari had to give up on the dream of massive electrical discharges. Instead, he turned his attention to honing his fine trol over his Quirk, drawing inspiration from aeiques that focused on precision rather than raw power.

  Nine years of releraining had paid off. Now, he could create plex three-dimensional shapes, like a small Pikachu, out of thin strands of electricity. This roof of how far his micro-trol had advanced.

  It was also the reason he'd had the fideo step in and perform defibriltion today. He wasn't ag out ance he was relying on years of hard work.

  The crowd surrounding them had fallen silent, holding their breath as Kaminari worked. It felt as though even the birds had stopped singing, waiting to see what would happen.

  And then, suddenly, the old man's chest rose.

  "He's breathing!"

  "Oh my God, his heart is beating again!"

  "Thank goodness!"

  The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. Some of the older women even had tears in their eyes as they watched the miracle unfold.

  At the same time, the wail of a distant ambunce echoed through the park, but nobody cared about that anymore. Their attention was entirely on the blond boy, who stood up slowly, looking both relieved and exhausted.

  "Kid! Do you realize what you've done?!"

  As the others praised him, Midnight stepped forward, her voice cold and angry. "You broke the w! You're a middle school student, aren't you? If this gets recorded in your file, you'll have a hard time getting into any high school, no matter how good yrades are!"

  "Do you uand how serious this is?!"

  Kaminari g her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Does it really matter?" he asked casually. "Would you have preferred to let the old man die just because of sution?"

  He stepped forward, his eyes meeting Midnight's, his tone calm but firm. "Would you give up your future just to follow the rules, even if it meant losing someone's life?"

  Midnight's anger faltered. She stared at him, the fiden his expression catg her off guard. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

  "Rules?" Kaminari chuckled softly as he prepared to leave. He had his graduation ceremony today, and he didn't want to be te. But before he walked away, he turned bae st time.

  "Yeah, people who break the rules are trash. But…" He paused, his voice firm. "People who don't value life are worse than trash."

  With that, he headed toward the subway station, leaving behind a stunned silence.

  Even Midnight, her mouth slightly open, eechless. His words had struck deeper than she expected.

  "Wait!"

  Her voice rang out again, stopping him in his tracks. "What's your ell me your name!"

  Kaminari paused, gng back over his shoulder. "Kaminari. Kaminari Denki from Tanibori No. 1 Junih. If you want to call the polid arrest me, that's where you'll find me."

  And with that, he disappeared into the distanbsp;