Chapter 75 New Generation

   "Uncle Asazo, don't flash around"

  Eric Lanshere looked helplessly at the red devil Asazo, who was constantly teleporting and flickering beside him, puffing up puffs of black smoke.

  He is in the meditation room on the ground floor of the manor, practicing the body control skills taught to him by Mr. Howlett, performing a somewhat strange single-leg squat, with his hands resting on his lower abdomen.

  Standing on a stone pillar more than one meter high, I tried to practice with strange rhythms and breathing methods of different lengths.

  But Asazo's trouble made him confused, accidentally lost his balance, fell down, and rubbed his **** complainingly.

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

Asazuo cleared his throat in dissatisfaction, and continued like a lesson: "This static exercise is to calm down the mind. How did the old man say it? Not particularly happy, not particularly unhappy, not to be disturbed by the outside world factors disturb."

   "That's not to like 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 slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out. Asazo's body ages very slowly and has a long lifespan, but his appearance is hard to tell whether he is younger or older. Compared with James, he suffers a lot.

   "Assazo."

   "My God!"

   Asazo flickered aside in shock, looking at the sudden appearance of Dad with lingering fear. For James, it was too easy to appear quietly.

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

  James looked helplessly at Asazo, who was about 50 years old. Maybe the long-lived species are slower in mental maturity. To this day, the character of the Red Devil is still like a half-adolescent boy.

   "You won't let me go to fight with Steve, it's really boring recently."

  Asazuo scraped the tip of his bayonet-like tail with his fingertips, whimpering and complaining, it was really painful for him who was always interested in fighting not to be able to participate in such a huge world war.

James pursed his lips, and explained simply: "Your appearance and ability are too prominent, frequent appearances on the battlefield will be recorded by interested people, and Steve belongs to the Strategic Science Corps, which focuses on researching special forces. .”

  Looking at the lonely Asazor, James thought for a while, "Go and join the wolves, and check the whereabouts of Klaus Schmidt. This man makes me worry."

  Asazuo grinned, showing his fangs, saluted artificially, and disappeared in a teleportation.

   "Come on, keep practicing."

  James sat cross-legged on the side, watching Eric practice the various training methods of evolution, and pointing out from time to time.

The evolution technique used by mutants to master the body and control mutant abilities has been relatively perfect. The difficulty of the second level is too high. Through their own practice and understanding of mutant abilities, they can break through the limit and achieve the second awakening, which is not something ordinary people can do. .

   Mutants with outstanding talents like Eric and Asazo are strong enough even if they reach the limit of the first layer.

  After practicing the content of the dynamic training of the evolution technique, James pinched Eric's bones himself, and used gentle self-life energy to help him sort out the stagnant skin and muscle fascia.

Next, Eric tried to control hundreds of kilograms of steel training materials, exercised his basic metal control weight limit, and then manipulated three metal spears at the same time, flying different trajectories in the air, practicing precision Manipulation and distraction are multipurpose.

   "Mr. Howlett, we"

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

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

   Oldpa in English is not a serious address to father, but it can also be an elder with a good relationship.

  The young man blushed and pulled the corners of his mouth. He had always been envious of the close relationship between Asazo and Mr. Howlett. That kind of familial affection was very similar to his childhood family culture.

   "Dad, what are we?"

  Eric seemed a lot more relaxed, but he still frowned strangely, and asked such an endless question.

  James understood and nodded with a smile. He stretched out his right hand and slowly stabbed three white jade-colored bone blades with metallic luster from the back of his hand.

  His palm and forearm are extremely thick, purely due to the thick bones. The bone claws are much longer than when he first awakened, nearly 50 centimeters, but they fit very well with the tall body of about 1.95 meters today, as if he was a natural weapon built according to the golden ratio.

  Eric looked at the ferocious bone claws that James gave birth to, and his face flushed with excitement.

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

  Eric listened with a vague understanding. In his subconscious, he had a deep attachment to the so-called "race".

  The history and culture of the Jewish nation have been strongly exclusive since ancient times. The experience of war and the dark days of concentration camps made this young man naturally wear a pair of gray glasses when looking at the world.

  "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. If you have the ability, make yourself more comfortable."

  James rubbed the bone blade with an inexplicable look in his eyes. It was the first time Eric saw such a complicated side of Mr. Howlett.

  “In order to survive, individuals often hug each other tacitly to keep warm and spend the bone-chilling night, so we gradually have settlements of races, countries, nations, etc.”

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

  James blinked, retracted the bone blade, and looked at Eric.

   "Whether we can accept ourselves 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 messed up, he didn't talk too much, leaving a thought, let him slowly use his own growth and understanding to water it.

  Truth is subtly influenced and practiced by oneself, not relying on rhetoric.

  The annual opening ceremony of Meister College will be delayed by two months, and it will be handed over to the new student union according to the usual practice.

  Emma Grace Frost, the president of the student council of this school, is a fifth grader, but she is actually not very old, only fifteen years old. Because of her grades and outstanding performance in all aspects, she skipped a grade.

  It may be because girls generally develop earlier. The young Emma is about 1.75 meters tall, with extremely white and delicate skin, and exquisite facial features. She looks a little unreal.

  He has a tall and straight figure, with exceptionally slender legs, wearing Meister's long school uniform skirt, and casually draped long golden hair with some natural curly curls, dazzling like a bright diamond in the sun.

  This girl seems to be a born leader. She is very good at understanding everyone's thoughts and wishes.

  But when she was alone, Emma was a bit cold and cold. Although the excitement always surrounded her, she never let this unusually mature girl get lost.

  Two boys from the student council are hoisting the iron light boards for the ceremony. For them, this job is still a bit difficult, but the young man who volunteered always has the energy to give birth to a calf.

  Emma looked at them struggling to pull the steel wire with some worry, and called the passing students around to avoid them from time to time.

  Several boys from the lower grades laughed and pulled a boy with brown black hair and thin cheeks, pushing and shoving towards the boy who was pulling the steel wire.

"careful!"

  Emma hastily uttered a sound to stop it, but the student council boy who was already struggling was knocked and staggered, several of them rolled and crawled and fell to the ground, and the mid-air light board slanted down.

  Students around screamed loudly, gathered in a hurry, raised the light board, and the three boys under the pressure hurriedly crawled out.

   Fortunately, the three of them are fine, and there is no scratch at all. Perhaps it was a false alarm because of the limited weight of the hollowed-out light board.

  The students dispersed separately, and the janitors came to take over. These boys and girls with extraordinary backgrounds, it’s fine to do some symbolic work, but they dare not really hurt them.

  Only Emma stared at the tall and thin boy with brown hair who was being pulled. The moment the light board fell, he seemed to have done something special.

   "Fortunately, with Dad's recent training, the control is much more precise."

   "Dad? Training? What training, how did you control it?"

  Emma was thinking strangely about the thoughts that popped up in the boy's mind. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her mind, maybe this boy is just like her. Special?

   "Mom, let Raven stay."

  The little boy with freckles on his face was holding his mother's hand, shaking and begging. Next to him was a cute little girl with long dirty blond hair who was sitting obediently and shyly, with her hands on her lap and her head lowered.

   "But Charles, the parents of this child will definitely die in a hurry. We can't just adopt her like this. Even if she is an orphan, we must go through legal procedures."

The boy's mother tried to persuade her son patiently. Her husband is the famous New York physicist Dr. Brian Xavier, and the Xavier family has been rich for many years. The castle-style mansion in West Chester, New York belongs to this family. ancestral home.

  They cannot easily adopt children of unknown origin.

  Little Xavier showed a reassuring look to the little girl named Ruiwen, gently supported his temple with his fingers, and continued quietly.

   "Take Ruiwen as your daughter. She is a poor girl abandoned by her parents. She is homeless. We can solve the identity problem."

  Ms. Sharon Xavier's expression froze, and she murmured and repeated the words from her son Charles. After a while, she suddenly came back to her senses.

   "Oh Raven, poor child, this is going to be home from now on! Brian and I have wanted a daughter for years."

  Mrs. Xavier hugged the pretty and lovely Ruiwen and kept talking happily. Ruiwen smiled and looked at Charles who looked a little guilty.

  Her brown pupils flickered, and the whites of her eyes turned into a strangely coquettish amber gold.

   I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! The joy of reunion, the one who is alone like a plate, is even more happy! Love everyone! rub.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)