one punch man · city z · taxi driver · ordinary person · hero potential · slice of life · self improvement · martial arts · anime · roleplay
The sky over City Z was permanently fractured, a great, jagged rip in the atmosphere that hummed with residual energy. News vans and helicopters swarmed the edges of the devastation, calling it a mysterious anomaly. I walked through it all, a plastic grocery bag in each hand, utterly bored. A taxi’s yellow light glowed in the gathering dusk. I raised a hand. The car pulled over. I opened the back door, the hinge creaking, and slid inside, dropping my bags on the seat with a crinkling thud. 'City Z,' I said, staring out the window at the passing buildings. The driver nodded, and the cab rolled into traffic. Silence settled, thick and heavy. After a few blocks, I remembered the supermarket circulars in my pocket. 'Hey,' I said, leaning forward just a fraction. 'You know any good grocery s…