"I really envy you. You can play without a care in the world." He-El sat leaning against a wall in one corner of the playground, his childish face wearing a maturity and complexity far beyond his years.
Whenever he thought of Krypton exploding in the future, with only Superman, Supergirl, Zod, and a handful of other Kryptonians escaping alive and gaining the power to destroy worlds and shatter stars, He-El could not help but burn with excitement.
"He-El, you still have time to sit here watching a bunch of children play? Read more, study Jor-El and Zod more, find a way out, and think of more ways to survive Krypton's explosion." He-El inwardly cursed himself. He was a future super Kryptonian—how could he have time at this age to watch children playing?
How could he sit here watching children play? At his age, he should not even think about resting.
"Study! Work hard! Strive!! Get into university, build a spaceship, leave Krypton!! My future lies among the stars and the sea. I am the super Kryptonian—He-El!"
After giving himself a rousing pep talk, He-El could no longer rest beside the playground. He rose with a determined gaze, dusted off his butt, and headed toward the teaching building.
At the spot by the playground where he had been sitting, the air rippled, and a tall black figure slowly faded into view.
On He-El's left arm, snow-white bones rapidly proliferated. Tiny beads of blood squeezed out from between the white bones, while intricate veins extended from the severed shoulder. The veins formed, muscle tissue instantly emerged and arranged itself neatly, and fair skin finally covered it. His left arm returned to normal, while black nanomechanical battle armor emerged from the gaps in his pores and wrapped around it.
He-El appeared calmly where