"Uncle Meng, I want a pair of wings too!"
Little Nonpoint declared his wish at the top of his lungs.
Meng Chuan ruffled the little fellow's hair and said with a smile:
"That wish is easy to fulfill. You won't even need my help. One day, you'll manage it on your own."
"Really?" Little Nonpoint's big eyes lit up.
"Of course. One day, you'll have lots of younger sisters, and every one of them will be a wing of yours."
Meng Chuan's smile grew radiant. "I once had a godson who was just like that."
Little Nonpoint tilted his head and thought about it. He was an only child. Where would all those younger sisters come from?
And what did younger sisters have to do with wings?
Something suddenly occurred to Little Nonpoint. He grabbed Meng Chuan and asked excitedly:
"Uncle Meng, does that mean when I have lots of younger sisters, I'll be able to combine with them?!!"
Meng Chuan's expression froze as he stared at Little Nonpoint.
How do you know so much? You even know about combining with younger sisters?
Who taught you that?
Who would teach you such things at your age? Was it Willow God?
I'll go strip her bark off right now!
"Then will my younger sisters and I be able to combine like the Armor Warriors, Masked Warriors, Ultramen, Super Sentai, Sailor Moon, Cosmic Star Gods, and Super Beast Warriors? And then I'll have wings?"
Little Nonpoint asked with eager anticipation. His eyes and voice brimmed with longing.
Those words struck Meng Chuan silent.
So that was the kind of combining you meant...
"You'll understand when you're older." Meng Chuan stroked Little Nonpoint's head, his tone complicated.
So I was the one who taught him about combining.
*I'll leave that bark on her