Kara was already tough.
Under her intimidating presence, Jonathan didn't know what to do for a while.
—Did you say Atlantis is real? Seriously? —Jonathan seemed very concerned about the Kingdom of the Strait.
Kara shrugged, jumped into the air, and raised one hand. In the next second, a baseball fell perfectly into her hands.
Jonathan's eyelids twitched when he saw this. Did this girl just throw a baseball around the Earth?
Setting aside the fact that the baseball remained intact despite the high speed, how much strength did it take to throw it around the planet so effortlessly?
—You just wanted the dog to fetch this baseball? —Jonathan looked at Kara, speechless. Was she joking?
Even the dog opened its mouth, astonished by Kara's feat.
Kara gently landed on the ground, waved the ball in front of the dog, and was about to throw it again.
Jonathan, standing behind her, couldn't help but remind her: —You should decide whether you're playing with the ball or with yourself.
Kara shrugged. —Dad, when did you become so concerned about the small stuff?
Without another word, she threw the ball into a nearby field. The puppy ran after it, while Kara turned around, returned to the truck, and sat on its hood.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around Kara's shoulders and sighed: —When did you grow up so much? I still remember the first time you and Clark came home.
Back then, Kara was distrustful, cautious, and even showed some hostility towards him and Martha.
It took them a long time to gain Kara's trust and make her feel safe, allowing them to take care of Clark.
Eventually, Kara even started calling them "mom" and "dad." Over time, Kara had grown up, and in just a few years, she would be close to thirty.
If it were up to Martha, she would probably already be planning a blind date for her to find a good husband, settle down, and have kids.
They had mentioned more than once that they would like to see Kara get married soon, but Kara always resisted.
She once told them flat out not to even think about it. If they wanted grandchildren, they should tell Clark to find a girlfriend and solve the issue that way.
Clark, of course, was caught innocently in the middle of the conversation.
Besides, Clark was growing up too. Next year, he would have to decide whether to go to college or start working after finishing high school.
Kara mentioned with some irony: —Dad, you should tell Clark to bring a girl home soon. Otherwise, who are you planning to leave this farm to? Me? I don't want it.
Jonathan, annoyed, thought to himself that he wasn't close to dying, and he hadn't said anything about leaving the farm.
—Go to bed early and stop worrying about Clark —Jonathan replied, frustrated with Kara's defiant attitude.
Kara, unconcerned, watched as the dog returned with the ball. She smiled faintly before using her telekinesis to make the ball fly on its own.
The dog stared in disbelief as the ball shot into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
Feeling defeated, the dog stopped playing and wandered off on its own.
Since Jonathan couldn't see Kara off, Kara decided to take the train instead. With Clark by her side, the siblings traveled together to the city.
After getting off the train, Kara walked ahead, wearing a standard professional uniform: suit and leather shoes. What stood out was that it was clearly men's clothing.
With glasses and a seemingly lightweight suitcase in hand despite its size, Kara remained calm. The people around her probably thought she was carrying an empty suitcase.
For Clark, things were different. Although Kara had kindly refrained from bringing all the pots and pans from home, Jonathan and Martha had bought her a television.
Kara couldn't understand it. There were plenty of televisions in the city, and cheaper ones too. Why bring one from their small town?
Either way, Clark was the one carrying it, so it didn't really matter.
Clark, struggling, carried the television with his left hand while using his right hand to hold a larger suitcase containing Kara's new bedding.
Kara sighed, wondering why anyone would want a younger brother if all they did was carry stuff.
Although, in reality, for the two of them, none of it was heavy. It was just inconvenient.
As they walked towards the station's exit, Kara noticed the news on a television mounted on the hallway wall, showing reports of yesterday's tornado. There were no images of the event, just two presenters discussing the situation.
Not a single word mentioned Kara.
She knew full well that her superiors must have suppressed all the information, which made sense. These kinds of things weren't easy to disclose unless absolutely necessary.
For the general public, there was no need to know certain secrets. Kara imagined the chaos that would erupt if, out of nowhere, news emerged about an alien threat that could destroy Earth at any moment. What would be the point of such a revelation? It would only cause panic.
Kara looked at Clark with a triumphant smile.
Clark glanced at her and sighed: —Dad's making a big fuss over nothing.
—But you still need to behave —he added with a smile.
Kara crossed her arms. —Hey, Clark, who's the older sibling here?
Clark, resigned, could only nod. —Alright, alright.