"Come down for breakfast, David."
Mother Martha's urging call came from downstairs, "You and Clark are going to be late for school."
"Yes, mother."
Early morning, The golden sunlight poured into the room through the window, and David, who had just finished washing, responded and changed his pajamas.
He has short black hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a slender and tall body. He takes off his clothes to reveal a body of refined muscles, giving people a clean and calm feeling, reminiscent of a quietly standing ancient Greek sculpture.
"Unfortunately..."
When David came to the mirror, he shook his hands, and the bones and muscles of high-density alloy tensed and exerted force, and the terrifying force comparable to a volcanic eruption surged in his body.
The skin on the body quickly turned purple, and the rigid lines on the chin appeared like a ravine in the earth, adding a touch of majesty invisibly, like a silent king staring quietly in the mirror.
"The progress of Thanos' fusion template has been increasing, but once the force is too much, the condition of the skin color changing is still not improved."
Template fusion progress: 81%
I looked at the progress, and when I stopped using the force, the skin color gradually faded, and I put on my clothes.
With a trace of helplessness on his face, he walked downstairs along the stairs.
"What's this? Keep a trace of the original taste, so you know it's the template of Thanos?"
However, at least he didn't grow 2.67 meters like Thanos, with a pair of bean eyes, and his head was bald like a purple potato.
David stroked the hair on his head, feeling emotional.
He just couldn't bear that kind of hairstyle for a strong man.
Ding!
The crisp sound of the bread machine.
In the living room on the first floor, the smell of toasted wheat penetrated into his nose.
Da da da!
David had just gone downstairs when there was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him.
"Good morning, David."
Overtaking his younger brother, Clark, who is tall and has a pair of blue eyes, came to the living room. A little thirsty, he opened the refrigerator and looked back, "Would you like two sips of milk to refresh yourself?" he said taking out a large glass bottle of milk and taking two sips from the bottle.
David raised his eyebrows and walked to the dining table, ignoring this stupid brother.
"Don't drink like this, Clark."
Mother Martha walked over quickly, grabbed the cold milk, and held it in her hand.
"The milk just taken out of the refrigerator tastes better." The future Superman, who is only a young man in his seventeens, raised his hand and said with a smile.
"What about your manners? Clark."
Martha said with a headache after finishing her breakfast.
More than ten years have passed, and a few wrinkles crept into the corners of this mother's eyes.
"Sit down and have breakfast with David otherwise you won't be able to catch the school bus in a while."
"Good afternoon, you two sleepy ones."
Jonathan, a rough man who had just fed the cows on the farm, entered the room and took off his coat stained with grass, and draped it on the sofa.
He took the milk from his wife, took two mouthful sips very naturally, and commented on their two sons.
The action was carved out of the same mold as Clark just now.
"Well, I know where your manners went."
Seeing this scene, Martha covered her forehead.
"I remember that after getting a new sofa, Mother told you to clean up yourself outside after feeding the cows in the morning before entering the house, Father."
Taking the bottle from his father and pouring a glass of milk, David took a bite of the hot bread,
The sofa in the living room was stained with some grass from the coat.
"Next time, I will definitely remember next time."
Jonathan, who was accustomed to rough hands and work, looked back at his wife with a little embarrassment.
At the dining table, he pulled out his chair and sat down, coughed twice, and said solemnly.
"Actually, I think it was a mistake when we chose this fabric sofa that was not easy to clean. You know, we live on a farm."
"In this Kent family, there is finally someone like me."
The gentle Martha didn't get angry because of the sofa being dirty, she pressed the shoulder of the younger son who was speaking for her and raised her eyebrows at the two of them in relief.
Clark touched his forehead and covered his face. He couldn't deny that he was born and raised on a farm. Like his father, he usually didn't pay much attention to hygiene at home, while his younger brother David was more careful.
"The helplessness from Clark(Superman) +3."
David swiped through the information stream before his eyes and took another bite of the bread without lifting his eyelids.
It can be said that it is precisely because he grew up with Clark, who is a walking gold mine, that his Thanos template merged so quickly, and he possesses unimaginable power now.
In terms of time, for the Kents, David was the one who came first.
But before Clark arrived on Earth, the Son of Krypton traveled in the universe for a period of time, and he obviously looked older than David, who was only a few days old.
So Son of Krypton became the older brother and David the younger son.
"What are you looking at, Clark."
Martha sat down and took a sip of milk. Seeing her eldest son distractedly looking at a note while eating, the corner of her mouth curled up into a smile as if caught in a beautiful imagination.
"Approval note."
Clark frantically tried to put the note away.
"What kind of permission note?" His father Jonathan cast a glance after he picked up the jam knife in his hand.
"The school football team will be selected in the afternoon."
David, who was in the same class as Clark, added casually.
If he doesn't tell, his honest Kryptonian brother wont tell the truth to his adoptive parents who love him.
"Clark..."
Hearing that it was the selection of the rugby team, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed a little, and suddenly fell silent, only David was still eating casually.
The couple looked at each other, and Martha hesitated to speak.
"What's the matter? Father, you also played rugby on the school team" said Clark, who wanted to join the rugby team, felt bad and looked at his father.
"But you are different, Clark. We all know this."
Jonathan became a little serious, facing his adolescent son, trying to soften his tone.
Carrying the spaceship with a pickup truck and taking Clark home.
The couple once wondered if the little baby they picked up was really an alien?
The appearance is exactly the same as that of the earthlings, with no horns on the head, no tail on the back, and no strange skin color.
"When you were a child, you could lift a pickup truck with one hand."
Until one day when Clark was seven years old, he was repairing a car on the farm, and the jack was tilted on its side, and the car weighing more than a ton was about to fall down.
On the side, the immature and innocent Clark showed unimaginable strength to lift the car, like lifting a plastic dinosaur toy, and moved it aside.
But——Jonathan, who was so shocked that he widened his eyes at the time, didn't see that his own young son on the other side of the car reached out his hand even faster.
Clark didn't notice either, because something weighing a ton was too light for him.
"On the court, I will try my best to hold back my strength."
Looking into the eyes of his parents, Clark earnestly promised to control his strength so as not to hurt others and wanted to impress his father.
"The charm of sports lies in the hearty confrontation with others and surpassing oneself."
At the dinner table, David suddenly pretended to be puzzled: "I don't quite understand, my dear brother..."
"Joining the rugby school team, what can you experience from it?"
Especially in rugby, that is, American football, the physical confrontation is fierce, and players need to hold the ball and rush around on the field.
Compared with the young son of Krypton, the body of the earthling is almost glass that can be broken at the touch of a touch. On the field, he may have to focus on carefully controlling his strength.
"Father, I promise I will be careful."
Hearing his younger brother's mouthful of a dear brother, but one sentence made his parents' eyes suspicious, Clark felt very depressed.
It must be because other families love the youngest son, but their family is abnormally more concerned about the eldest son. His younger brother always targets him from time to time and says it is for his own good.
"I know you will, but what if, I mean, what if there is an accident?"
Jonathan knew that the football field was running and colliding all the time because he had played football.
How can an elephant run wild without hurting the kitten every time it bumps into each other?
"I..."
As always, feeling the seriousness and resoluteness contained in his father's soothing words, Clark was defeated.
It was always "what if" and "if" every time, making it impossible for him to refute.
"Father, I've had enough."
Clark became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, his voice a little bit louder with frustration.
"Enough of avoiding all activities, just sitting in the corner of the campus quietly reading a book, can't do anything.
Obviously, I can be more popular like everyone else..."