"Uncle Asazzo, don't flash around"

Eric Lanshell looked helplessly at Asazzo, the red devil who was constantly teleporting and flickering beside him, raising puffs of black smoke.

He was in the practice retreat room on the ground floor of the manor, practicing the body control techniques that Mr. Howlett had taught him, posing in a somewhat strange one-legged squat, with his hand on his lower abdomen.

Standing on a stone pillar more than one meter high, I tried to breathe in a strange rhythm and different lengths, and practiced with difficulty.

But Asazzo's messing made him distracted, and he accidentally lost his balance, fell down, and rubbed his ass complainingly.

"Who's your uncle? An old man like Daddy is pretty much the same. ”

Asazzo cleared his throat dissatisfied, and continued as a lesson: "This static practice is to calm down, no matter what Dad said, he is not particularly happy, nor is he particularly unhappy, and he is not disturbed by external factors. ”

"That's not to be happy or sad about things, not to be disturbed by the outside world, and to say that Mr. Howlett is an old man, and he looks much younger than you."

Eric sneered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, Asazzo's body ages very slowly, and he has a long lifespan, but it is difficult to distinguish whether he is younger or older in appearance, and he suffers a lot compared to James.

"Asazzo."

"Oh my God!"

Asazzo flickered to the side in fright, looking at the father who suddenly appeared with palpitations, for James, it was too simple to appear quietly.

"Are you so idle, running to trouble Eric."

James looked helplessly at Asazzo, who was about fifty years old, maybe the mental maturity of the immortal species was relatively slow, and to this day the character of the Red Devil is still like an adolescent half-grown child.

"You won't let me go to war with Steve, I've been bored lately."

Asazzo scraped the tip of his bayonet-like tail with his fingers, and grunted and complained that he had always been interested in fighting and that he could not participate in such a huge world war.

James pursed his lips and explained simply: "Your appearance and abilities are too prominent, and your frequent appearances on the battlefield will be recorded by people with intentions, and Steve is subordinate to the Strategic Science Corps, and that unit is focused on the study of special forces." ”

Looking at the lonely Asazzo, Jaime thought for a moment, "Let's go and join the wolves, and find out the whereabouts of Klaus Schmidt, this person makes me feel uneasy." ”

Asazo grinned, bared a mouthful of fangs, and saluted contrivedly, teleporting away.

"Come on, keep practicing."

James sat cross-legged on the sidelines, watching Eric's various exercises to practice evolution, and pointed out from time to time.

The evolution technique used by mutants to master the body and control the mutant ability has been relatively perfect, and the second level is too difficult, breaking through the limit through their own cultivation and cognition of the mutant ability, so as to achieve a second awakening, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

Mutants with outstanding natural abilities like Eric and Asazzo are powerful enough even when they reach the limits of the first layer.

After practicing the content of the dynamic training of evolution, James personally pinched Eric's bones and used gentle autologous life energy to help him comb the blocked skin and flesh fascia.

Next, Eric tried to control hundreds of kilograms of steel training materials, trained himself in basic metal manipulation to control the weight limit, and then manipulated three metal pike darts at the same time, flying in the air with different movement trajectories, practicing precise control and distraction.

"Mr. Howlett, I'm We"

After the practice was over, Eric said something hesitantly, his eyes flickering, and he hesitated.

"Like Asazzo, call me Daddy, if you don't mind."

The old pa in English is not a serious address for a father, but it can also be an elder with whom he has a good relationship.

The boy blushed and tugged at the corners of his mouth, he had always admired the close relationship between Asazzo and Mr. Howlett, and that kind of family relationship was very similar to the family culture of his own childhood.

"Daddy, what are we?"

Eric looked a lot more relaxed, but he still twisted his eyebrows strangely and asked such a sentence without a beginning or an end.

James understood, smiled and nodded, he stretched out his right hand, and slowly stabbed out three white jade-colored bone blades with metallic luster from the back of his hand,

His palms and forearms are extremely thick, purely the thickness of the bones, and the bone claws are much longer than the earliest awakening, nearly fifty centimeters, but they are particularly consistent with the current tall body of about 1.95 meters, as if it is a natural weapon built according to the golden ratio.

Eric blushed with excitement as he looked at James' hideous bone claws.

"We are who we are, we are a kind of life, we are human beings, we may be special with the naked eye, but we have the same troubles and joys as every ordinary person."

Eric listened as if he didn't understand, and in his subconscious, there was a deep attachment to the so-called "race".

The history and culture of the Jewish people have been characterized by a strong sense of exclusivity since ancient times, and the experience of war and the dark days of the concentration camps made this teenager look at the world with a pair of gray glasses.

"The meaning of life is to survive, maybe philosophers and thinkers can give better answers, but what I can tell you is to survive as much as possible, and if you have the ability, make your life more comfortable."

James rubbed the bone blade with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and it was the first time Eric had seen Mr. Howlett have such a complicated side.

"In order to survive, individuals tend to tacitly hug each other to keep warm and spend the cold nights, so we gradually have settlements of race, country, ethnicity, and so on."

"But survival is an extremely cruel thing, and for this ultimate purpose, ugly and cruel stories are constantly staged, so that lives like us may one day be resisted by other lives, or even hated."

James blinked, retracted his blade, and looked at Eric.

"Whether we can accept ourselves or not will be the key to our survival."

"Accept yourself." Eric muttered, he seemed to understand something, but it was hazy.

James rubbed his head, Eric's dark brown hair was a little messy, he didn't say too much, leaving a thought for him to slowly water with his own growth and understanding.

The truth is imperceptible and practiced by example, rather than relying on eloquence.

Meister Academy's annual opening ceremony is held two months later and is traditionally handed over to the new student council.

Emma Grace Frost, the president of the school's student council, is a fifth-grader, but she is actually not very old, only fifteen years old, and because of her grades and outstanding performance in all aspects, she jumped one level.

may be because girls generally develop early, the young Emma is about 1.75 meters tall, her skin is extremely white and delicate, her facial features are exquisite, and her good-looking is a little unreal.

With a tall posture and extraordinarily slender legs, he is wearing Meister's school uniform and long skirt, and his long golden hair is casually draped with some natural curls, which is dazzling like a brilliant diamond in the sun.

This girl seems to be a natural leader, she is very good at understanding everyone's thoughts and wishes, getting along with people generously, attracting people, but with a moderate distance.

But Emma is a little cold when she is alone, and although the excitement has always surrounded her, it has never lost this unusually mature girl.

Two boys from the student council were hoisting the iron lanterns for the ceremony, a job that was still a bit difficult for them, but the young men who volunteered always had the energy to give birth to calves.

Emma looked at the wire they were dragging with some concern, and from time to time beckoned the students around her to take care of it.

Several junior boys laughed and pulled a boy with brown hair and thin cheeks, and pushed and shoved the boy who was tugging at the tightrope.

"Be careful!"

Emma hurriedly stopped her, but the student council boys, who were already struggling, were knocked and stumbled, and several people fell to the ground with rolling belts, and the mid-air light sign fell diagonally.

The surrounding students exclaimed loudly, gathered in a hurry, lifted the light sign, and hurriedly climbed out with three boys pressed underneath.

Fortunately, the three of them were fine, and there was no scratching at all, perhaps because of the limited weight of the hollowed-out light sign, a false alarm.

The students dispersed, and the school workers came to take over, and these boys and girls with extraordinary backgrounds didn't dare to really hurt them if they did some symbolic work.

Only Emma stared at the tall, thin brown-haired boy who was being pulled, and the moment the sign fell, he seemed to have done something special.

"Fortunately, with my father's recent training, the control is much more accurate."

"Daddy? Training? What training and how to control it? ”

Emma thought strangely about the thought that came to the boy's head, and suddenly a thought came to her mind, maybe this boy, like her. Particularly?

"Mom, let Raven stay."

The little boy with some freckles on his face took his mother's hand and shook it and begged, and next to him was a little girl with dirty blond hair and extremely cute sitting on the side obediently and shyly, with her hands on her lap and her little head down.

"But Charles, the parents of this child will definitely die in a hurry, we can't adopt her like this, even if she is an orphan, we have to go through the legal process."

The boy's mother tried to persuade her son as patiently as possible, and her husband was the famous physicist Dr. Brian Xavier in New York, and the Xavier family was a wealthy family for many years, and the castle-like mansion in West Chester, New York was the ancestral home of the family.

They can't easily adopt children from unknown sources.

Little Xavier gave a reassuring look to the little girl named Raven, and his fingers gently touched his temples, and he continued quietly.

"Take Raven as a daughter, she is a poor girl abandoned by her parents, homeless, and we can solve the identity problem."

Mrs. Sharon Xavier looked stunned, muttering the words that came out of her son Charles's mouth, and after a while, she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Oh Raven, poor boy, this is my home from now on! Brian and I have wanted a daughter for many years. ”

Mrs. Xavier hugged the delicate Raven and kept talking happily, and Raven looked at Charles with a smile on his face.

Her brown eyes flashed, and the whites of her eyes turned into a strange and bewitching amber gold.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all! The happiness of reunion, like a plate, is even more happy! Love everyone! Rub in.

(End of chapter)