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After a while, Kara finally got her super-hearing under control. She said weakly to Cassandra, "Thank you."

Cassandra shook her head, letting her know there was no need to thank her.

The girls at the church started asking her questions, too.

"Are you new here?"

"I—guess so."

"What's your name?"

"Kara Zor-El."

"Are you coming to class with us later?"

"I—sure."

Still dazed, Kara was soon pulled off to class. As it happened, the next class was gym.

Deadpool had once said: "I hope one day I get launched to another planet where everyone's an idiot.

"Then I'd be the greatest person there."

For Kara, that was exactly what it felt like. Every challenge Bronze Tiger set was a piece of cake to her.

By the time Roland returned, Bronze Tiger looked as though his faith in martial arts had shattered. "Martial arts don't exist anymore," he muttered.

"What happened to you?" Roland asked, puzzled.

"That girl you brought back. Kara."

"What did she do?" Roland asked.

"She doesn't know a single technique, but..." With a heavy sigh, Bronze Tiger recounted what had happened in gym class. "Martial arts don't exist anymore."

"She's not even human. How can you compare yourself to her?" Roland said. "Stop sighing. I'll treat you to a trip to Metropolis in a couple of days."

"You're paying?" Bronze Tiger stared at him. "Did the sun rise in the west?"

"What's wrong with me paying?" Roland said. "Though I can't exactly let you go for nothing—"

"I knew it. What's the catch?"

"Take the church kids along. It'll be their autumn outing."

"That's what you want me to do?" Bronze Tiger looked annoyed. "No way!"

"Look, besides the hotel, meals, and transportation, I'll throw in a little extra—"

"You spent this morning contacting budget travel agencies,