The next day.
noon.
Clark sat alone on the fence of the Kent farm, watching from a distance.
His face was full of confusion and sadness, revealing mixed emotions.
Just an hour ago, he had had a heated argument with his father, Jonathan.
The reason is that Clark saved Lex Luthor from falling into the river.
As a token of gratitude, the other party sent me a brand new sports car.
For a young high school student, owning a stylish, expensive and cool sports car is simply the most perfect gift.
Even Clark couldn't help but feel excited.
Superman with perfect character is no different from ordinary people in his naive and confused adolescence.
Longing for the recognition of others, wanting to become a popular figure in school, and win the love of a crush...
A sports car can change a lot of things.
But Jonathan didn't think so.
The son is brave and has good character, which is worthy of praise.
But you shouldn't ask for anything in return for doing good deeds, even if the other party takes the initiative to give it.
Jonathan is a character with a very high moral level and can be called a role model.
But because of this, as his son, Clark sometimes feels very depressed.
"I didn't jump to rescue Lex when he fell into the river. His car hit me at sixty miles an hour."
Clark's suppressed emotions finally burst out.
"And now I'm standing in front of you, and you always say you want me to be a normal person, but is this normal?"
"I can't participate in any sports activities. I don't have many friends in school. I have to learn to hide myself... If I can become a normal person, I am willing to give everything."
Jonathan watched his son run upstairs to the barn, which was Clark's private property.
He once named it the "Fortress of Solitude".
In desperation, Jonathan realized that it was time to tell Clark the truth.
So he found his son and told him everything about the meteor shower seventeen years ago and the spacecraft that crashed on the Kent farm.
This almost caused Clark's brain to shut down.
Whoever suddenly learns that he is not the biological child of his parents and that he is an alien would probably be in an unacceptable state of collapse like him.
Although Clark had wanted to know the truth from his parents countless times.
Regarding your own super powers, those special things that are different from ordinary people.
But when the truth came, he was not so happy.
Looking at the technological spaceship in the barn, Clark didn't know what expression to make.
As old questions are answered, new ones arise.
Who is he
Where are his biological parents
Where is he from
...There are so many questions that make Clark's thoughts like a tangled ball of yarn that cannot be sorted out clearly.
"People are afraid of what they don't understand, so I can't let you show your ability."
Jonathan spoke earnestly and said to Clark: "You are the answer, kid, to the question of whether humans live alone in the universe."
"I don't want to be the answer!"
Clark's expression looked a little painful, with tears in his eyes.
He was used to everything about Earth, everything about Kansas, everything about the small town.
But now someone told him that none of this belonged to him.
Clark, who is still mentally fragile and has not grown up, cannot accept it.
He jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared from Jonathan's sight.
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…
The autistic boy Clark sat on the railing, raising his head at a 45-degree angle, looking at the darkening sky.
The night fell, and a few stars were looming.
"Um?"
Suddenly, a dark red cloth blocked his sight.
Subconsciously moving his eyes, cloak, boots, uniform... Luke
The opponent's feet were off the ground, suspended in mid-air.
The dark red cloak behind him fluttered like rolling waves.
Compared to the gentle and cordial nature when they met during the day, Luke at this time was full of oppression and majesty.
"You... can fly?"
Clark, whose mind was still that of a normal human being, seemed to be seeing an alien, with a surprised look on his face.
"What's surprising about this?"
Luke had paused above, observing his little Kryptonian cousin for a moment.
He lived next to Kent Farm, and was considered a next-door neighbor.
With Superman's super hearing, the previous quarrel between father and son seemed like there was only a layer of cardboard between them.
When it falls on your ears, you can hear it clearly.
"Clark, you are infinitely powerful and have a body of steel. You can let go of your senses and even hear all the sounds in the entire town. Your vision is like an X-ray. You can see through flesh and blood and see the flesh and blood organs in the human body..."
Luke landed slowly, looked directly at the confused Clark, and said softly: "Compared to the above, is it surprising that I can fly?"
Clark was speechless, not knowing how to answer.
Although he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, Luke made sense.
"Wait! How did you know... those?"
Clark, who was a little slow, thought about it several times before he suddenly reacted.
The secret he and his parents had kept hidden for so long seemed to have been exposed.
"Because I have all the abilities I just mentioned."
Luke smiled like an elder and said lightly: "Stupid little cousin, haven't you realized the problem until now?"
"We come from the same place, belong to the same race, and have similar abilities."
"You should even call me, dear cousin."
Luke's words were like a bombshell falling, making Clark dizzy and his ears ringing.
He learned too many unbelievable truths today, and he was caught off guard when he heard even more shocking news.
It's like an old Pentium computer trying to drive Cyberpunk 2077.
What the outcome will be is naturally self-evident.
Vaguely, Luke saw a wisp of smoke floating above his little cousin's head.
It seems that the brain, which was not sufficient, was burned out.
"...eldest cousin?"
After dozens of minutes, Clark calmed down and looked strange.
He is currently in a state of doubt, and his perceptual thinking tells him that this is all false!
But rational thinking keeps reminding me that this is probably true.
"Of course, I am your long-lost cousin who finally reunited."
Luke looked serious and started talking nonsense.
"Clark, I came to this planet earlier than you."
"You should have heard of the mysterious crater that once crashed on Kent's farm. That's where my spaceship landed."
Clark suddenly became more convinced. Before him, there had been a meteorite fall on Kent Farm.
However, there was no residue at the scene, and it once became a strange story in the town.
Others spread rumors that some kind of alien embryo that could parasitize the human body was lurking in the town, ready to hunt everyone, causing a brief panic.
"Then what is the name of our planet? Where are my biological parents? What is my name..."
Clark had a lot of questions in his mind, and he looked at Luke expectantly, eager to get answers from the other party.
"Don't worry, Clark, let's talk about it one by one."
Luke waved his hand, signaling his little cousin to relax and not be too impatient.
The corner of his mouth curled up, as if he thought of some interesting scene, and whispered: "You are actually a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, named 'Kakarot'. You were sent to Earth as a low-level warrior to execute Task."
"Kakarot? Lower level warrior?"
Clark frowned slightly and repeated it.
Why does it feel a little weird...
"Yes, one of the hallmarks of being a Saiyan is that your hair changes color when your anger rises."
Luke nodded vigorously and said affirmatively.
"At that time, you will awaken the powerful power in your body - Clark, if you want to become a qualified Saiyan, you must dye your hair green. This is the fashion trend of us Saiyans."
"Then cousin, why is your hair so thin?"
Clark touched the small curls and hesitated.
Dying your hair is not an option in a conservative town.
What if you are mistaken for a hippie
"I personally don't like that color, but it suits you."
Luke said with a smile, his eyes full of sincerity. (End of chapter)