When Kara arrived at Clark's school with her adoptive parents, she learned what had happened from Clark's teacher. It turned out that Clark had suddenly run away during class and locked himself in the storage room down the hall.
At least in the eyes of others, that's how Clark fled without any apparent reason.
The teacher had tried to get Clark out, but when she grabbed the door handle, it suddenly heated up for some reason.
This also caused the nearby students to start murmuring. Some said that Clark was a freak, that he was weird, and that few people played with him, etc.
Even the Kents did everything they could to prevent Clark from playing with other kids. It wasn't because they were overly strict. In fact, it was Kara's fault.
After seeing Kara's strength, how could they dare let her younger brother, Clark, play with other children? What if one day he burst out with such force and ended up hurting other kids severely?
This was also a way of protecting Clark, but suppressing was worse than dispersing.
Kara looked at the marks on the door handle and guessed that Clark had probably awakened his heat vision and might have found an opportunity to teach him how to control his own powers.
Thinking about it, while her adoptive father Jonathan went to apologize to the principal, and her adoptive mother Martha was speaking with Clark's teacher, Kara approached the door, knocked, and said, "Clark, it's me, your sister, Kara."
Upon hearing Kara's voice, Clark inside the room lifted his head. Unconsciously, he activated his x-ray vision and saw his sister, just as he expected.
Kara found it amusing and used her own x-ray vision to see Clark sitting there. The little boy was covering his ears tightly. He was probably just like her at first—when she suddenly awakened her super-hearing and felt uncomfortable and confused.
Kara smiled softly, knowing Clark could see her small movements. She crouched down to the same level as Clark's current position and, lowering her voice, said, "Clark, do you hear a lot of noise? Is it chaotic and loud?"
Clark, confused, asked, "How do you know?"
Kara shrugged, looked at the children around them, and continued speaking in a low voice: "Because I'm your older sister, I can hear it too."
"But it doesn't matter, Clark. If you focus on the voice you want to hear, you can ignore the noise. The same goes for your eyes, Clark. Learn to control it."
Clark remained silent, probably trying to do what Kara had taught him.
After a while, Clark opened the door to the storage room. The little boy was clearly frightened, and he still had tears on his face.
Kara reached out to hug Clark with a hint of sadness.
The siblings were already bound by blood and had been living together for many years. Kara had long considered him her own brother.
"Are you saying you can do that too?" Clark was still struggling with what had just happened to him.
Today, he had fully awakened his x-ray vision, microscopic vision, heat vision, and super-hearing, and he felt lost.
Kara smiled and nodded, then raised her index finger and made a "shh" gesture: "We'll talk about it when we get home, it's a secret."
Clark obeyed and didn't ask any more questions. He held Kara's hand tightly, and the two siblings stood there watching their adoptive mother, Martha, respond to the teacher's questions.
The teacher had tried to speak to Clark and, in the process, had even burned her hand.
Kara thought for a moment, approached, and took the teacher's hand. Under the teacher's puzzled gaze, Kara exhaled a cold breath, which eased the pain from the burn a bit.
It was her super breath, one of the new abilities Kara had mastered, allowing her to exhale a strong gust of wind or a chilling cold air, capable of even putting out a fire.
Kara had tested it and found that the lowest temperature she could reach with her breath was enough to freeze a lake easily.
This was also because she was still young, but she would only grow stronger over time.
"Teacher, if you blow on it, it won't hurt," Kara said, playfully smiling at the teacher.
The teacher, a middle-aged woman who had taught Kara a few years ago, was an old acquaintance.
The teacher smiled and playfully pushed Kara's head. She wasn't a little girl anymore. Kara usually tricked other children like this, but today, the former student had tricked her.
But, strangely enough, the teacher noticed that her palms didn't hurt as much anymore.
After a while, Jonathan returned after speaking with the principal, looking at Clark with concern in his eyes.
The family exchanged a few more words with the teacher. Because Clark's situation today was quite special, they decided to go home together.
Back in the car, Jonathan asked Kara, concerned: "Are you sure it's okay to skip class sometimes?"
"I already told you it's okay to skip once in a while. And, mom and dad, don't you always think I spend too much time at home? It's not good to stay indoors all the time," Kara replied, as she and Clark sat in the back seat of the car.
Martha turned her head and looked at her daughter with curiosity: "So, you don't want to go back home now?"
They had hoped that Kara would go out to play with friends. When she was younger, she always ended up helping her parents with farm chores, which worried them.
Kara was about to answer with a smile, but Clark couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Kara's hand and asked: "Sister, what happened to me? Do mom and dad know about these things too?"
The family fell silent for a moment.
Kara didn't want to hide it, but Clark was still very young, and she worried that it would be difficult for him to accept the truth all of a sudden. So she sighed and said: "No, Clark, because something happened to you and me when we were young. That's why only you and I are special."
Jonathan and Martha exchanged glances, secretly relieved. They didn't want to tell Clark the truth yet—that they weren't his and Kara's biological parents, but rather their adoptive ones.
On the way home, Kara continued explaining to Clark how to control his super-hearing and super-vision but never mentioned anything about Krypton. She only told him that his power came from the sun and that by absorbing sunlight, he could become stronger.
"The most important thing is that, Clark, your strength will gradually improve in the future, and your speed will also increase. But it's better not to reveal these things openly, so you must learn to control them."
"I'm actually learning some fighting techniques. Maybe I'll have the chance to teach you one day."
Jonathan, who hadn't interrupted the siblings' conversation, asked curiously: "Fighting techniques?"
Kara stuck out her tongue and admitted she had let something slip.
Kara knew that neither she nor Clark would ever be ordinary people. Sooner or later, they would become superheroes, and when that time came, they might face all kinds of enemies.
So Kara had taken the opportunity, whether on the internet or on television, to learn some fighting techniques. Even though she was just practicing for now, it was clear that with Superman's strength and speed, ordinary boxing techniques wouldn't be enough.