The Little Thunderbird's Anomaly

Like most hatchlings, the baby Thunderbird's pink skin was wrinkled and not particularly pretty at all;

Yet Wizet and Luna were in an unusual state at that moment. Not only could they see what the baby Thunderbird looked like, they could also sense from it a tenacious will that refused to give up;

Like lightning hidden within thick storm clouds, constantly gathering strength to break through its shackles and unleash its power.

The baby Thunderbird flapped its wings, lowered its head, and shoved against the nest, as though it wanted to use that method to roll itself upright in one go;

The red hue on its body deepened, as if every part of it were straining. Unfortunately, things did not go as it wished, and it failed to stand up that way;

Instead, it rolled forward a few times. Just as the baby Thunderbird was about to tumble out of the nest, Wizet and Luna caught it in their hands.

Wizet and Luna each extended their other hand and lifted the baby Thunderbird together;

The baby Thunderbird probably sensed who had helped it from beyond the eggshell.

It showed no resistance at all. After flapping its wings and looking around, it repeatedly opened and closed its tender beak.

Luna examined the baby Thunderbird, the joy on her smiling face nearly overflowing. "I think it really likes us!"

Wizet smiled as well. With the baby Thunderbird raised in their hands, he could better observe its condition.

He discovered that there was only a small, trembling bud of flesh at the base of its tail. On a normal Thunderbird chick, that spot would continue extending outward, forming something like a tail;

Behind its first pair of wings, two more pairs of wings should have grown. Even for a chick, they ought to