Once, I purchased a batch of cards from Japanese auctions through proxy bidding, only to find them severely damaged upon receipt, and even not matching the description. Unable to leave a negative review, I hesitated whether to discard them. But when I looked closely at the cards, the flaws actually evoked precious childhood memories of Akira Toriyama’s brushstrokes. These damages instead became an opportunity to heal childhood regrets, as if each card was telling a story of time.