A pair of feet drooped on the edge of the bluestone cliff dozens of meters high like an eagle's beak, shaking for a while.

Clusters of raw edges were haphazardly cut along the edges of brown leather boots, and rough but durable exercise trousers and shirts hung loosely over Warren Worthington.

The wings wrapped around the bandage are fastened on the back, as if carrying two huge "cocoons" on their backs. The morning sun shone on Warren's face, and it also shone on a mountain eagle soaring in the distance that he was staring at.

Warren casually pulled a grass stalk from his hand and put it in his mouth, without the delicate care of the day, only the exposure to the sun, the sand and gravel, and even the sharpening of his fists and feet, the white and tender handsome face completely changed.

The wind on the mountain was very strong, and sitting on the edge of the cliff and blowing the wind would make him find a little bit of the feeling of flying, but the sudden sound of the human voice in the thin wisps of wind startled Warren almost slipped off the cliff.

"Do you remember the first time you flew up?"

James' calm order of words made the question sound like an ordinary statement, and without the slightest sound, he sat on the edge of the cliff, the best vantage point among the mountains surrounding the old house, a place that James loved to visit when he was very young.

"Howe, poof, Mr. Howlett!"

Hurriedly spit out the straw stalk stick in his mouth, Warren subconsciously stroked his messy and thick blonde hair, and wanted to get up while holding up.

"Sit down, let's talk."

James waved his hand casually, he sat next to Warren like an older brother who was five or six years older, and even his temperament became more and more simple, inexplicably bridging the tension of this half-grown child.

"I don't have Anya's talent, I can't possibly ask birds or eagles about their experience of flying, there aren't many mutants who can really soar into the sky like you and me, tell me how you felt when you flew for the first time."

Looking at Mr. Howlett's obsidian-like eyes looking at him gently, "Angel" Warren pursed his lips and sat down again, muttered for a long time, and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"I didn't really learn to fly until I was eleven years old, and before that... Hey, Kurt always laughed at me for flapping like a rooster, and I remember that in order to fly myself, I climbed to the top of the highest bell tower in the college..."

Warren looked down at his palm, little by little, picking at the calluses on it that had risen from practice.

「... It was not as high as this cliff, but it was the highest place in my knowledge at the time, and I struggled until it was almost dark, but at last I still didn't have the courage to jump, and was found by Kurt and kicked down..."

"Flying, how to put it, I feel like a freshly hatched turtle in the beach running into the ocean, and a newborn horse in the manor can trot up when it sees a newborn horse... That's a, an innate instinct.

James nodded thoughtfully, and after a while, he suddenly smiled, as if little Warren's words made him feel something.

The mountain breeze blew his half-length black hair, and Warren beside him vaguely felt that Mr. Howlett's hair was even different from ordinary people's, he had strong eyesight like an eagle, and he could see that this shiny hair was several times thicker than a normal person.

"The first time I was able to fly in the air after reaching a certain level of practice, I only thought it was an extremely exciting skill, but without your innate instinctive awareness, it seems that you have a deeper sense of flying than me."

James clapped his hands and stood up, only stepping on a small edge of the cliff and standing with his hands down, Warren was busy getting up again, because the slightest tremor of the wings on his back would cause pain, and the movements were particularly awkward.

"I can teach you something about boxing, but there's no guarantee that you'll be able to fly again in the future, it depends on your own efforts and some luck.

Warren's chicken-pecking action didn't stop almost as soon as James said the word "teach you", and when he saw the gentleman slowly raise his arms, he unconsciously took a few steps back, leaving him with this little eagle's beak-like cliff.

Phew!

James shook his fingertips violently, and drew an arc diagonally in front of him, startling the fierce whistle of an eagle's cry that echoed through the valley repeatedly.

He doubles

The hand is palm-shaped, the tip of the palm is slightly upturned, the two arms are weirdly undulating up and down, shaking the air to form a fan-wing-shaped ripple, the soles of the feet are only stepping on the edge of the cliff A little palm is the size of a palm, and the body is tilting left and right but there is no imbalance and falling.

His palms shook his wings, as if he really gave him some kind of strength to fly, and the spine on his back moved with his arms, from the twisted toes to the calves to the spine, and then from the whip-like fingertips of the arms.

Gradually, the piercing whistling sound became more and more dense, and the ripples were densely spread around him along with James's punches or stabs, and at this moment, looking at the past, it was not so much that he was covered with invisible wings, but more like the power of a knife slashing out with his palm.

Airplanes... Airplanes..

Contrary to the common sense of physics, James stepped on the outer edge of the cliff and crossed his body, walked a few steps to a slanted boulder, and then jumped back to the cliff and stood still, put away his hands and did not make any movement.

After a few seconds, there was a muffled crackling sound, and the stone that was enough for two people to hug suddenly broke open and fell from the edge of the cliff, and the fracture was unusually smooth, like... Slash with a single sword.

"It's called 'Fierce Falcon Fist', I don't know how to name it, the power and movement of this set of punches are quite strange, it seems to be the force of chopping out, but in fact, it is all twisted by the strength of the spiral, like an eagle falcon with its body flipped and fluttering its wings in the air."

Seeing Warren eagerly raise his arm to imitate the rhythm of his body just now, James continued to explain:

"The effect just played is the effect that ordinary people can only have when they practice the killing technique to the last stage of the first layer, that is, the state of transformation in the strength of the boxing technique, I will teach you the basic boxing method and strength training method for two hours every day for the next three days, and it depends on you whether you can practice it in the end."

Warren imitated the flush of his cheeks after a few strokes, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, large beads of sweat instantly crowded his forehead, and a little larger movement on his body would pull the pair of broken but never healed wings.

James tilted his head to look twice, walked up to Warren, patted him on the shoulder, and asked:

"Are you sure it's not going to grow?"

"Hmm... Well, all the tests that can be done have been done anyway, and the bone cells in the wings are very weird, and there is not enough reproduction to complete healing, and now they are a pair of big guys who are in the way... ＂

Warren raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from the pain, he had been so much more tolerant of pain these days, but he saw Mr. Howlett nod and smile gently.

"Since it's broken and can't be used, it's still so troublesome... Then—"

Poof! Poof!

Warren only felt that his body was suddenly lighter, and after four or five seconds, there was finally a sharp pain like a severed limb, and he couldn't help but howl, and fell to his knees on the ground, his ten fingers deeply embedded in the soil.

James looked at the wings that had been severed from the root in his hand, and a blood-red flame-like energy ignited in his palm, and it smeared on the two five-finger-wide, forearm-long wounds on Warren's back, stopping the bleeding in an instant.

「... The brave break their wrists in order to live better, you can't continue training or even fighting with them, don't indulge in regrets and memories."

Warren was sweating as if he had been drenched in heavy rain, his chest was whirring like a bellows, he stood up a little bit with his thighs propped up, looked at the broken wings on the ground that were soaked with blood from the roots, nodded firmly, and smiled brightly as relieved.

"I knew it was time to put them down, but just like I didn't dare to jump off the bell tower in the first place, I didn't have the courage to actually do it... I'm still too cowardly, Mr. Howlett."

"Don't be presumptuous, you've proven your courage and determination, I'll lay a foundation for you—"

Airplanes!

As James was talking, a black-red spatial portal suddenly cracked open in the air in front of him, and a figure wearing a black-red full-body combat uniform with a golden energy light shining around him rushed out almost at the same time as the portal appeared, stunned in mid-air two or three meters above the cliff, and subconsciously looked around.

Although the person who came couldn't see the appearance while wearing a helmet, the tight-fitting combat uniform outlined the woman's figure, Warren scratched his head and asked James,

But this uninvited guest, who was quite terrifying, suddenly exploded with golden light when he heard "Mr. Howlett".

Mar Weir's eyes filled with light stared at the tall, handsome black-haired man, pursing her lips and not daring to make a quick move.

「... The thief who hit the muzzle of the master's gun, hehe, come down and talk.

Warren looked at Mr. Howlett and said loudly with his hands behind his back, blinking his eyes and saying that something was not quite right, and the air was strange and awkwardly silent.

Rumble!

Without warning, Mar Weir threw her head up into the sky and fled, and James sprang up in tandem with her, grabbing the thief's ankle that had triggered the Rubik's Cube protection.

"I said... Let you come down!"

Boom...

James, who was dressed in comfortable casual clothes, smashed her to the ground with bright eyes, the cliff trembled heavily, and stepped on the bright star emblem on the woman's chest, lowered his eyebrows and said coldly:

"I don't like to talk nonsense."

The golden light on Mar Weir's body, which was trapped in the rock, became more and more victorious, and the "negative electrode quantum rings" on her wrists brought up fine pieces of electric light to flow through her body, and smashed into the staring man with a punch, and the torrent of energy suddenly penetrated the sky.

The gold and red streamers disappeared in a flash...

"Mar Weir, a member of the Supreme Kree Empire's interstellar task force and the ruler of the 'Negative Quantum Ring', has seen the guardian of the Earth's humanity... The Wolf Emperor's Excellency!"

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the two figures standing in the sky above the sky stared at each other dozens of meters apart, James listened to the self-report on the other side, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed some sharp canine teeth, seeming...

I was overjoyed.