An Agreement to Get Up Early and Train (Electronic Contracts Are So Fast-Hurry Up and Invest!)

"Where did this energy come from? To be honest, I'm not really sure either. Ever since I awakened my powers at the age of nine, I've been able to feel my strength constantly growing, and there's nothing I can do to stop it..." A trace of confusion flashed through Clark's eyes as he spoke in a low voice.

"Tsk, tsk. I wonder how many people dream of possessing strength that can keep growing without limit!" Robet looked at Clark enviously and sighed. But he soon shook his head. Robet knew that with his own potential, he would inevitably grow stronger as well. If you possessed talent, why envy others?

"Hmm, then let's study it first. Tomorrow morning, we'll train together. Of course, the difficulty of our training definitely won't be on the same level. You'll have to supervise yourself and increase the difficulty based on my level. Don't slack off!"

"Of course, even if you can't cultivate Ki, and can't increase the energy in your body through exercise, don't get discouraged. You can train to gain control over your abilities and use the energy in your body more effectively, so it won't run wild like before..."

"How did it become your turn to lecture me?" Clark suddenly realized something. He glared at Robet in exasperation and challenged him with a smile.

"As they say, the one who excels is the teacher! Your strength may be greater than mine, but when it comes to using and training that strength, you're clearly inferior to me. Naturally, I should be the one teaching you!" Robet shrugged and retorted with a laugh.

"Besides, firing beams from your eyes is far too limiting. If you can channel your energy elsewhere and release it from another part of your body, then perhaps you'll have graduated!"

"Use my energy somewhere else?" A trace of hesitation flashed through Clark's eyes. He thought of the way Robet condensed Ki in his hand and released it. Then red light began flickering in his eyes again.

"Wait!" Seeing this, Robet hurriedly stopped Clark. He didn't want Clark firing Heat Vision everywhere again.

"Let's take it slowly. I think you should master your physical strength first. After all, you've lived cautiously for so many years and have quite a bit of experience. As for those Laser Eyes of yours, we can discuss them later!"

"All right! Then let's head back..." Clark nodded. He wasn't in any hurry. After all, he had long since grown accustomed to things after all these years. If not for Robet's influence, Clark would never have thought of practicing his abilities. With that thought, Clark suddenly changed the subject. "Once we get back, patch your pants first. It was fine at our own farm today, especially since it was dark and no one could see clearly. But what would it look like if people saw your tail swishing around outside? Aren't you afraid of scaring them?"

"It's fine. I can wrap it around my waist!" Robet deftly controlled his tail and wound it around his waist. At first glance, it looked like an unusually shaped belt. Once he covered it with his clothes, no one would stare at Robet's waist.

"Then your pants need patching too!" Seeing Robet trying to get away with it, Clark had no choice but to put on his big-brotherly authority when he couldn't find any flaw exposing Robet's tail. He glared at Robet and spoke irritably.

"Fine. To think that I, a mighty Saiyan, have to mend and patch clothes. How miserable. I wonder when I'll finally have a battle suit to wear..." Robet shrugged with feigned helplessness and muttered, "Without a Saiyan battle suit, a Martial arts uniform will do too!"

Clark heard Robet's muttering but showed no reaction on the surface. Before long, the two of them returned home.

"You're back? Where did you go to find food? And why did you bring seasonings?" Clearly, The Kents hadn't gone to bed after eating. Their two children were still outside, so how could they possibly sleep peacefully? Moreover, Robet had only just recovered from his catatonic state.

"Oh, we hunted some game and roasted it..." Robet answered instinctively, only to see Jonathan and Martha's expressions change slightly.

The Kents: stunned

"Hunting? Were you hurt? How can you eat things you hunted directly? They could have bacteria..." Martha was the first to recover. She looked at her two sons worriedly as she spoke.

"Hehe, don't worry, Mom. We're not ordinary people!" Robet waved his hand and hurriedly explained. "Besides, I have a special way of preparing ingredients. There won't be any problem!"

"That's right, Mom. I checked carefully, and there weren't any bacteria or anything. Besides, food roasted with Robet's abilities really is delicious. Once Robet demonstrates it for you, you'll know!" Clark also joined in to explain.

"If possible in the future, Robet could actually open a barbecue restaurant. With his skills, business would definitely be good!"

"Really?" Martha asked, eyeing her two sons suspiciously.

Although neither son had ever lied from childhood to adulthood, when faced with a matter like this, Martha still felt it would be better to ask for clarification.

"Martha!" At that moment, Jonathan shook his head and gave Martha a look, indicating that she didn't need to keep questioning them.

At first, Jonathan had been just as worried as Martha when he heard that Robet had gone hunting for food. After all, compared to meat that had undergone official inspection, wild animals did carry certain risks.

But Jonathan quickly remembered that his two sons weren't Earthlings. Neither child had ever gotten sick from childhood to adulthood. They might have had psychological issues, but physically, they were absolutely beyond human!

Food that posed a risk to humans was truly nothing to these two powerful alien children.

"Dad, I heard there's some kind of big-eater competition in the neighboring state. Can you take me there to participate?" Seeing that Martha had stopped pursuing the matter, Robet looked at Jonathan expectantly.

Jonathan froze for a moment. Then he glanced from the corner of his eye at the calm Clark and smiled at Robet with relief. "Sure. The competition should be the day after tomorrow, right at noon on Sunday. We'll set out tomorrow afternoon and should arrive by evening. Then we'll see how you perform, Robet!"

"Leave it to me!" Robet patted his chest confidently and promised. Then he looked at Clark and said, "Big brother, I'm going to bed first. I'll wake you tomorrow morning!"

"Don't forget to patch your pants!" Clark called loudly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he watched Robet.