"Right! Senku. Isn't he out there doing a thing? I think he's doing a thing." He gestures loosely towards the middle of the city. He's not magic. He doesn't fucking know. Psychic is psychic. God he needs to learn this cultivation shit or something so he's not useless.

"If I see a guy with his hair growing towards the sun, I'll hit him up. Right now I don't even want to bother looking."

He sits heavily right where he is, head in his hands, squinting hard. "It's not just here, you know. I come from an apocalypse. I have two reliable friends on the entirety of Earth, and they set the bar very, very high." Warren and Doc are incredibly special.