"You have great talent, kid, but if you can't harness that talent of yours, then you're no different from a rabid beast." A man wearing a dojo outfit sat beside a young boy, patting him on the head. The man stood almost seven feet tall. As he reached his hand to brush the hair of the young boy, his hand snugly fit on the boy's head.
"But... I can't control it... My power is scary. I don't want to use it anymore. I hurt all my friends." The young boy sniffled, holding up his hands and grabbing the old man's hand on his head.
"That's normal. You're still young. There's no way you can control such a potent superpower. Heck, it's possible that you won't be able to control your superpower when you grow up. That's just how it is when it comes to a superpower like yours." The old man laughed, ruffling the young boy's hair even more.
"But if I can't control it... then I can't use it." The little boy pouted.