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"Uncle Asazo, please stop moving around."

Eric Rangel helplessly looked at the red devil Asazo who was constantly teleporting and flashing around him, sending up plumes of black smoke.

He was practicing the body control skills taught to him by Mr. Howlett in the quiet training room underground of the manor, doing a somewhat strange one-legged squatting movement with his hands on his lower abdomen.

Standing on a stone pillar more than one meter high, I tried difficult breathing methods with weird rhythms and different lengths.

But Asazo's troubles made him confused. He accidentally lost his balance and fell down, complaining and rubbing his butt.

"Who are you calling uncle? An old man like dad is more or less the same."

Asazo cleared his throat dissatisfied, and continued as if teaching a lesson: "This static exercise is to calm down the mind. As my father said, I am not particularly happy, nor am I particularly unhappy, and will not be distracted by the outside world. factors to disturb.”

"That means not taking pleasure in things, not being disturbed by the outside world, and saying that Mr. Howlett is an old man. He looks much younger than you."

Eric cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud. Asazo's body ages very slowly and has a long lifespan, but it is difficult to tell whether he is younger or older in appearance, and he suffers a lot compared to James.

"Asazzo."

"Jesus!"

Asazo flashed to the side in excitement, looking at the sudden appearance of his father with lingering fear. For James, it was too easy to appear quietly.

"Are you so free that you come here to cause trouble for Eric?"

James helplessly looked at Asazo, who was already about fifty years old. Perhaps the mental maturity of immortal species is slower. To this day, the red devil's character is still like that of an adolescent.

"You don't want me to go fight with Steve. I've been really bored lately."

Asazor scratched the tip of his bayonet-like tail with the pads of his fingers and complained. 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 abilities are too outstanding. Frequent appearances on the battlefield will be recorded by interested people. Moreover, Steve belongs to the Strategic Science Corps, which focuses on the study of special forces. .”

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

Asazo grinned, showing his fangs, gave a pretentious salute, and teleported away.

"Come on, keep practicing."

James sat cross-legged and watched Eric practice the various training methods of evolution, giving guidance from time to time.

The evolutionary technique used by mutants to master their bodies and control their mutant abilities has been relatively perfected. The second level is too difficult. Breaking through the limits through one's own practice and understanding of mutant abilities is not something ordinary people can achieve. .

Mutants with outstanding talents and abilities like Eric and Asazo are powerful enough even if they reach the limit of the first level.

After practicing the dynamic training of evolution, James personally pinched Eric's bones and used gentle life energy to help him sort out the blocked skin and fascia.

Next, Eric tried to control hundreds of kilograms of steel training materials to practice his basic metal exercises to control the weight limit, and then simultaneously manipulated three metal spears, flying in the air with different trajectories, practicing precision. Manipulation and distraction are versatile.

"Mr. Howlett, I we"

After the practice came to an end, Eric said something hesitantly, his eyes flickering and hesitating.

"Like Asazo, call me Dad, if you don't mind."

Old pa in English is not a serious term for father, but can also refer to an elder with whom we have a good relationship.

The young man blushed and twitched his lips. He had always envied the close relationship between Asazo and Mr. Howlett. The family-like relationship was very similar to the family culture of his childhood.

"Dad, what are we?"

Eric looked a lot more relaxed, but he still twisted his eyebrows strangely and asked such a meaningless question.

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

His palms and forearms are extremely thick, purely due to the strength of his bones. His bone claws are much longer than when he first awakened, nearly fifty centimeters, but they fit perfectly with his current tall body of about 1.95 meters, as if he were a natural weapon built according to the golden ratio.

Eric's face flushed with excitement as he looked at the ferocious bone claws produced by James.

"We are who we are, we are a kind of life and human beings. We may be visibly special, but we have the same worries 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 highly exclusive since ancient times. The experience of the war and the dark days of the concentration camps made this young man naturally wear a pair of gray glasses when looking at the world.

"The meaning of life is survival. 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 your survival more comfortable."

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

"In order to survive, individuals often tacitly hug each other to stay warm and spend the bone-chilling nights, so we gradually have clusters of races, countries, ethnic groups, etc."

"But survival is an extremely cruel thing. For this ultimate goal, ugly and cruel stories are constantly being staged. Therefore, lives like us may one day be resisted or even hated by other lives."

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

"Accepting ourselves will be the key to our survival."

"Accept yourself." Eric murmured. He seemed to understand something, but it was very hazy.

James rubbed his head, and Eric's dark brown hair was a little messy. He didn't talk too much, leaving only one thought, let him slowly use his own growth and understanding to water it.

Principles are subtle and practiced, rather than relying on rhetoric.

The opening ceremony of Meister College is delayed two months every year and is left to the new student union as usual.

Emma Grace Frost, the current student union president, is a fifth grader, but she is actually not that old, only fifteen years old. She skipped a grade because of her excellent grades and outstanding performance in all aspects.

It may be because girls generally develop earlier. The young Emma is about 1.75 meters tall, has extremely white and delicate skin, delicate facial features, and looks unrealistically good-looking.

She has a tall and straight body, extraordinarily slender legs, wearing a Meister school uniform dress, and her long golden hair with some natural curls hanging around, eye-catching like a bright diamond in the sun.

This girl seems to be a natural leader. She is very good at understanding everyone's thoughts and wishes. She is generous and likable when getting along with others, but at a moderate distance.

But Emma was a little cold when she was alone. Although the excitement always surrounded her, it never let this girl with an unusually mature mind get lost.

Two boys from the student union were hoisting the iron light sign for the ceremony. This job was still a bit difficult for them, but the young men who volunteered always had the energy of a newborn calf.

Emma watched with some worry as they struggled to pull the wire, and from time to time called out to the surrounding students to pay attention and avoid it.

A few boys in the lower grade laughed maliciously and pulled a boy with brown hair and narrow cheeks, pushing him towards the boy who was pulling the wire.

"careful!"

Emma hurriedly called out to stop, but the already struggling boy from the student union was staggered, several of them rolled and fell to the ground, and the light sign in mid-air fell down diagonally.

The surrounding students exclaimed loudly, gathered in a hurry, raised the light sign, and hurriedly crawled out with three boys underneath.

Fortunately, all three of them were fine, with no scratches at all. Perhaps it was a false alarm because of the limited weight of the hollowed-out light sign.

The students dispersed, and the school janitor came to take over. These boys and girls from various backgrounds just did some symbolic work, but they didn't dare to really hurt them.

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

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

"Dad? Training? What kind of training? How to control it?"

Emma was thinking strangely about the thoughts that came into the boy's mind. Suddenly, an idea came to her like an electric shock. Maybe this boy was as special as her?

"Mom, just let Ruiwen stay."

The little boy with some freckles on his face held his mother's hand, shook it, and begged. Next to him, a cute little girl with long dirty blond hair sat obediently and shyly, with her hands on her legs and her little head lowered.

"But Charles, the parents of this child will definitely be worried to death. We can't just adopt her. Even if she is an orphan, we must follow legal procedures."

The boy's mother tried her best to patiently persuade her son. Her husband was Dr. Brian Xavier, a famous New York physicist, 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 Raven, gently held his temples with his fingers, and continued quietly.

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

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

"Oh Raven, poor child, this will be our home from now on! Brian and I have wanted a daughter for many years."

Mrs. Xavier held the pretty and lovely Raven in her arms and kept talking happily. Raven looked at Charles who looked a little guilty with a smile.

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

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone! The joy of reunion is even more joyful if you are alone like Panpan! Love everyone! Rub rub.