Chapter 87 Footsteps

   "Have some ice cream, it's almost melted, the kitchen made this dessert specially because of you, you are young and students, I thought you would like it."

  James picked up an ice cream dessert sprinkled with premium black truffles and ate it, and suggested that Emma try it.

  Miss Emma Frost, who was always confident in her hands, mechanically picked up another serving of ice cream and silently put it in her mouth.

  The cold touch made her spirit a little clearer. She silently tasted the sweet but not greasy taste in her mouth, and the strong aftertaste of black truffle, thinking about how to continue this conversation.

James was not in a hurry to speak, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the living room, Eric, his mother Etty, and Steve's mother, Ms. Sarah, were playing with various flowers together, as if this scene was more important than the magical and beautiful lady opposite. charming.

   "Mr. Howlett, we.are.what?"

  James nodded, shook his head and smiled again, he looked at Emma with gentle eyes, but not relaxed.

   "Just call me James. Interestingly, both you and Eric have asked me the same question."

  They didn't talk nonsense about such obvious questions as "So you are extraordinary, you must already know Eric's secret". Emma is a smart girl, and it would be much easier to talk to smart people.

  “We are human beings with special gifts. Evolution and genetic mutations are the reason for this change, but I don’t think it’s superior to others, and of course, I don’t feel inferior because of it.”

  James didn’t waste it, and finally scraped off the small crystal bowl containing the ice cream,

   "Your talent should be very good. You can master and control the ability of telepathy at such a young age. Do you rely solely on your own exploration?"

  Emma's Bai Xueyingying cheeks flushed suddenly, she dodged her eyes, and said softly.

"Yes, when I was in middle school, I had this ability due to some stimulation. It was very painful at first, and the messy and turbulent information flooded into my mind. It took me a long time to get used to it. I heard Eric mention that he was doing Some 'practice'."

  James smiled teasingly: "It seems that you have seen all of Eric's thoughts."

   "I'm sorry, Howe James, sir."

  Emma wringed her fingers uneasily. She hadn't had such a little girl attitude for many years. The power of telepathy made her more or less used to being in control of everything.

"It's okay, if it's not necessary in the future, I don't recommend you habitually 'read' people's voices, it will put too much burden on yourself, yes, I have some small methods that I have thought about, which can help people like us control and even improve my ability."

"I can"

  Emma held back her words as soon as she spoke. Such training skills cannot be easily shown to others. She controlled herself in time and did not appear too abrupt.

   "Actually, it's nothing, but if I teach you if it's too easy, it seems that I have ulterior motives."

  James said relaxedly, he glanced at Eric outside again, and reminded: "I won't tell Eric your situation for the time being, find a chance to communicate with him, so as not to embarrass each other too much."

  Emma nodded gratefully. If she was exposed like this, then she would have ulterior motives and pry into other people's thoughts, leaving a deep misunderstanding.

  James finally extended an invitation to Emma, ​​welcoming her to come and play frequently. The two looked like an ordinary family visit, and they said goodbye politely under Eric's long sigh of relief.

  He arranged for a driver to take Miss Emma back, looked at Eric as if he wanted to know something, and casually patted the young man on the shoulder.

   "I've always felt that this Frost is like a teacher. I don't know why, but in front of her, it's like... like seeing you."

  Eric complained about this senior Emma, ​​anyone who is unconsciously seen through their minds when getting along with others will feel a kind of pressure inexplicably.

   A few days later, Howlett's old house.

James was smoking a cigar by the window of the study room upstairs. Dr. Erskine and Dr. Zola next to him were arguing about some academic issues. He looked boredly at the "relationship household" who was training in actual combat on the manor school ground below. , with a bit of interest.

   "Again!"

  Bucky was kicked in the chest, but with the help of the backturn of the iron bridge, the strength was relieved, and he retreated with a one-handed somersault.

  He shook his fist, shouted provocatively, and rushed forward.

These days, the little wolves who worked hard for the selection of the new generation of wolves were frightened by this outsider. Bucky trained like a lunatic every day. .

As long as I can't kill me, I will kill you, but the strange thing is that Sergeant Barnes, who is paralyzed on the ground after training every day, and even asked to be helped back, can always continue to be crazy the next day practise.

Snapped! With a crisp sound, Bucky's calf blasted the air abruptly, overturning the opponent, his right fist slammed down, and stopped in front of the opponent at the last centimeter.

  The short-cut, square-faced young man lying on the ground had his pupils constricted, and he squinted his eyes uncontrollably. Bucky's fist stabbed him a little uncomfortable, and he was deeply ashamed of being knocked down by this **** for the first time.

  Bucky got up and walked away, suppressing the excitement in his heart, a dozen little wolves around him looked sideways, and made fun of the defeated teammates with many words.

  The young man with a square face slapped the ground angrily, then staggered and fell back. His calf was injured and he couldn't stand up anymore.

  An old wolf who had been injected with serum came over, and slid him aside like a chicken, and with all his energy, he dredged up the blood stasis in his calf.

   "Hiss dad, lightly."

  The square-faced young man bared his teeth and yelled. He was nearly two meters tall, and he was the tallest and strongest old wolf after the nine serum injections broke through.

   "Damn! I want that **** to die."

  After hearing this, the old wolf dug into his son's calf, making him howl in pain.

   "Who do you want to die?" He stared at his child indifferently, with extra solemnity.

   "Dad hurts, hurts."

"Everyone standing here is your brother, your comrade. One day you will give each other's backs to each other, and even use your own flesh and blood to block bullets for him. Say it again, who do you want to die .”

  The little wolf cub muttered silently, lowered his head and said softly: "Is he counted, neither he nor that 'Captain America' is a member of our wolf pack, Lord Wolf..."

   "Asshole! You can guess, sir!"

  Looking at his son who was completely afraid to speak out, the old wolf continued calmly.

"A true fighter will be delighted when he meets someone stronger than himself. How long has that 'crippled' been beaten by you? Has he escaped once? Have you ever been overwhelmed by an opponent with such a huge gap?" Shame on you!"

   "Like Rogers, he is a person who does not shrink back in the worst adversity, so Mr. Howlett will look at him differently. In his heart, only the true brave can be recognized."

  While talking, the old wolf rubbed his son's ankle for the last time, seeing his blushing and thoughtful look, he didn't say any more.

  The newcomers of each generation of the wolf pack are the children of the core old men of the Howlett family. Most of the young wolves trained on the school field have fathers from the previous generation of wolves, and they are all related to each other.

  They train desperately every day, and these seniors who have successfully trained in killing techniques use their strength to dredge their muscles and bones and treat hidden injuries.

  In the generation of Remus, James personally adjusted their bodies one by one since they were young. Now that he has cultivated a generation, he doesn't need to do these anymore.

  But Bucky doesn't have this kind of treatment. If he didn't have a good roommate, he wouldn't be able to practice.

   "Wow. Thank you, Kofi, today a kid was so ruthless that I almost broke my neck."

  Coffey treats Bucky’s wounds on a daily basis. His ability to be close to life and death is far superior to those of the veteran wolves.

  He has practiced the killing technique to the peak of the first stage, and the sudden burst of fists and feet can pump the air crackling.

   "Mr. Howlett wants to see you."

  Remus Pete appeared expressionlessly at the door of the stable, his footsteps were silent, and Bucky was so surprised that Bucky was covered in cold sweat.

Sergeant Barnes was brought into the spacious underground palace below the old house for the second time. Mr. Howlett settled down cross-legged in a stone room at the deepest point. There was a slight turbulence in the air. He left the stone bed in a levitation and his feet fell back ground.

   Remus had already left at some point, and Bucky looked nervously at Mr. Howlett, wondering why he was called here.

   "Have you ever seen boxing, Bucky?"

  James said casually, and walked to the spacious practice room. Every time Bucky was horrified by the giant four-to-five-meter-high spiked iron pillar.

   "Look, I've seen, my combo boxing was not bad before, at that time"

  Bucky talked and said nothing, James nodded and smiled, without much comfort, and continued.

   "In my opinion, the fighting technique of boxing is the most valuable thing is the so-called 'shaking and flashing' and footsteps, which can avoid the enemy's attack by a tiny bit in a very small fighting space."

   "One arm is missing, and many offensive methods cannot be used, but the flexible body and footwork will not be affected."

  James stood upright casually, and moved lightly, "Look, I will only teach you three times."

  He walked with a peculiar footwork, moving left and right like a butterfly piercing flowers, and seemed to be walking in circles in some order, interspersed back and forth, his body was undulating and erratic.

  Bucky imitated subconsciously, and while James demonstrated, he explained the essentials and coordination of movements, and how to increase the practice from easy to difficult layer by layer.

This is the agility technique he designed for Bucky by combining the shaking and flashing and butterfly footwork of modern boxing, as well as the footwork of Bagua boxing in his previous life. It has long been easy for him to move without deliberate instinct, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to learn. high.

   "It's okay, that's what it means."

  James nodded. Steve, a good brother, is really talented. He can imitate roughly after three times of teaching, and he has a tough heart. He didn't give up on injuries like a broken arm.

"You're lucky to be able to deal with your injuries with some small methods, but fighting and training don't have the meaning of destroying yourself too much. Within three months, if these little wolves can't hit you with a single punch, I can teach you something new .”

Seeing that his little secret was revealed in a word, Bucky was somewhat embarrassed, but he seemed to have become a lot more courageous because of getting along with him for a while, and asked James a lot of tricks about his body skills with a cheeky face, and ran away in a hurry. Back to the stable.

  (end of this chapter)