Puente Antiguo
A relatively desolate little town in New Mexico.
A few days ago, a hammer-shaped object fell from the sky and suddenly appeared forty or fifty miles outside town, bringing a bit of noise and excitement to the town's peaceful, boring Western life.
Everyone rushed over to try their hand at the so-called Hammer-Pulling Contest. Uncle Morris, the first person to discover the hammer, had come up with the name after realizing that no matter what method was used, the seemingly small hammer would not budge in the slightest, as if it had taken root in the ground. So everyone affectionately called it the Strongman Game.
At first, everyone tried using only their hands. Then came cars. Finally, the town's only heavy-duty crane was brought over by the townspeople, yet they still could not do a thing about the hammer.
Such a strange occurrence was promptly uploaded to YouTube by the townspeople, drawing all manner of underground forces and interested parties and turning it into a bizarre entertainment spectacle.
Among them, Aeo was the first superpowered person to arrive. "Thank you," the youth said to a kind townsman who had given him a ride.
The American driving the pickup nodded and said heartily, "Don't mention it."
With a smile, Aeo bid farewell to the kind driver and headed toward the spot where Thor's hammer had fallen, which looked like the site of a huge party.
"Hey." Squeezing through the crowd, he said to the burly white man currently trying to pull up Thor's hammer, "Can I give it a try?"
The huge man, who looked like he weighed at least four or five hundred pounds, turned around and gave him a scornful laugh. "Where'd this little brat come from? Are you even weaned yet? You want to try lifting