The Collector weighed the Eye of Agamotto in his hand and said, "I've wanted this thing for a long time. But as far as I know, this treasure had always been in the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme, a woman named Ancient One. Haha, even Odin, that guy with an eye on the top of his head, held that woman in high regard. She was not someone to be messed with. And now, she's even more untouchable... I heard she joined forces with someone else and beat Dormammu into a defeated cur, then became the new ruler of the Dark Dimension... Wait! That 'someone else' couldn't happen to be you, could it?"
"Mm-hm. If the Sorcerer Supreme you mean is that absurdly powerful bald woman, then I'm the other person you mentioned."
Hayato neither denied it nor acted modest.
Why should he be modest?
The ancients said that modesty was a virtue, but that depended on the occasion.
When it was time to show your muscles, modesty could be mistaken for weakness and easily cause unnecessary trouble.
Most of the time, people listened more readily when the strong spoke.
Because the strong had bigger fists.
If you didn't listen, they would smash your dog head in.
That was all there was to it.
So modesty was best reserved for people who knew each other well, or for elders.
After Hayato said that, he saw the corner of the Collector's mouth twitch.
"Bald woman..."
The Collector seemed to have recalled something he did not want to remember—most likely a scene where Ancient One had taught him a lesson by kicking his ass. Judging from the Collector's obsession with the Eye of Agamotto, he must have once tried to obtain it.
A trade?
Ancient One would never trade away the Eye of