The next day.
noon.
Clark was sitting alone on the fence of Kent Farm, looking from afar.
His face was full of confusion and sadness, revealing mixed emotions.
Just an hour ago, he had a fierce quarrel with his father Jonathan.
The reason is that Clark rescued Lex-Luthor who fell into the river.
As a token of gratitude, the other party sent me a brand new sports car.
For a young high school student, owning a stylish, expensive and cool sports car is simply the most perfect gift.
Even Clark can't help but feel excited.
Superman, who has perfect character, is in his naive and confused adolescence, no different from ordinary people.
Longing for the recognition of others, wanting to become a popular figure in school, and win the love of a crush...
A sports car can change a lot of things.
But Jonathan doesn't think so.
The son is brave and has good character, which is worthy of praise.
But you shouldn't ask for anything in return for doing good deeds, even if the other party takes the initiative to give it.
Jonathan is a character with a very high moral level and can be called a role model.
But because of this, as his son, Clark sometimes feels very depressed.
"I didn't jump to save people when Lex fell into the river. His car hit me at a speed of sixty miles an hour."
Clark The suppressed emotions in his heart could no longer be held back and finally burst out.
"And now I'm standing in front of you, and you always say you want me to be a normal person, but is this normal?"
"I can't participate in any sports activities. I don't have many friends in school. I have to learn to hide myself... If I can become a normal person, I am willing to give anything."
Jonathan watched his son run to the barn upstairs, which was the private property of Clark.
He once named it "Fortress of Solitude".
In desperation, Jonathan realized that it was time to tell Clark the truth.
So he found his son and told him everything about the meteor shower seventeen years ago and the spacecraft that crashed in Kent Farm.
This almost caused Clark's brain to shut down.
Whoever suddenly learns that he is not the biological child of his parents and that he is an alien would probably be in an unacceptable state of collapse like him.
Although Clark has wanted to know the truth from his parents countless times.
Regarding your own super powers, those special things that are different from ordinary people.
But when the truth came, he was not so happy.
Looking at the technological spaceship in the barn, Clark didn't know what expression to make.
As old questions are answered, new ones arise.
Who is he?
Where are his biological parents?
Where is he from?
... There are so many questions that Clark's thoughts are like a ball of yarn that is tangled up and cannot be sorted out clearly.
"People are afraid of what they don't understand, so I can't let you show your ability."
Jonathan spoke earnestly and said to Clark, "You are the answer, child, to the question of whether humans live alone in the universe."
"I don't want to be the answer!"
Clark's expression looked a little painful, with tears in his eyes.
He has become accustomed to everything on the earth, everything in Kansas, everything in the small town.
But now someone told him that none of this belonged to him.
Clark, who is mentally fragile and has not grown up, cannot accept it.
He jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared from Jonathan's sight.
The autistic boy Clark sat on the railing, raising his head at a 45-degree angle, looking at the gradually darkening sky.
The night fell, and a few stars were looming.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a dark red cloth blocked his sight.
Subconsciously moving his eyes, cloak, boots, uniform...Luke?
The opponent's feet were off the ground, suspended in mid-air.
The dark red cloak behind him fluttered like rolling waves.
Compared to the gentle and cordial nature when we met during the day, Luke at this time was full of oppression and majesty.
"You... can fly?"
Clark's thinking is still that of a normal human being, as if he is seeing an alien, with a surprised look on his face.
"What's surprising about this?"
Luke has stopped above, observing Kryptonian Little Brother for a while.
He lives next to Kent Farm and is considered a next-door neighbor.
For Superman's super hearing, the previous quarrel between father and son was like there was only a layer of cardboard between them.
When it falls on your ears, you can hear it clearly.
"Clark, you are extremely powerful. With Steel Body, you can let go of your senses and even hear all the sounds in the entire town. Your vision is like an X-ray. You can see through flesh and blood and see the flesh and blood organs in the human body..."
Luke landed slowly, looked directly at the confused Clark, and said softly, "Compared to the above, is it surprising that I can fly?"
Clark was speechless and didn't know how to answer the call.
Although he vaguely felt that something was wrong, what Luke said made sense.
"Wait! How do you know... those?"
Clark, who was a little slow, thought about it several times before he suddenly came to his senses.
The secret he and his parents had kept hidden for so long seemed to have been exposed.
"Because I have all the abilities I just mentioned."
Luke smiled like an elder and said lightly, "Stupid little cousin, haven't you realized the problem until now?"
"We come from the same place, belong to the same race, and have similar abilities."
"You should even call me, dear cousin."
Luke's words were like a heavy bomb falling, making Clark dizzy and his ears buzzing.
He learned too many unbelievable truths today, and he was caught off guard when he heard even more shocking news.
It's like an old Pentium computer trying to drive Cyberpunk 2077.
What the outcome will be is naturally self-evident.
Vaguely, Luke saw a wisp of smoke floating above the little cousin's head.
It seems that the brain, which was not sufficient, was burned out.
"... eldest cousin?"
After dozens of minutes, Clark calmed down and looked strange.
He is currently in a state of doubt, and his perceptual thinking tells him that this is all false!
But rational thinking keeps reminding me that this is probably true.
"Of course, I am your long-lost cousin who finally reunited."
Luke looked serious and started talking nonsense.
"Clark, I came to this planet earlier than you."
"You should have heard that the mysterious crater that once crashed into Kent Farm is where my spaceship landed."
Clark suddenly became more convinced. Before him, Kent Farm had experienced a meteorite fall.
However, there was no residue at the scene, and it once became a strange story in the town.
Others spread rumors that some kind of alien embryo that could parasitize the human body was lurking in the town, ready to hunt everyone, causing a brief panic.
"Then what is our planet called? Where are my biological parents? What is my name..."
Clark had a lot of questions in his mind. He looked at Luke expectantly, eager to get answers from the other party.
"Don't worry, Clark, let's talk about it one by one."
Luke waved his hand, signaling his little cousin to relax and not be too impatient.
The corner of his mouth curled up, as if he thought of some interesting scene, and said softly, "You are actually Saiyans from Planet Vegeta, named 'Kakarot'. You were sent to Earth as Lower-Class Warrior to perform a mission."
"Kakarot? Lower-Class Warrior?"
Clark frowned slightly and repeated it.
Why does it feel a little weird...
"Yes, one of the hallmarks of Saiyans is that when anger rises, the hair will change color."
Luke nodded vigorously and said affirmatively.
"At that time, you will awaken the powerful power in your body - Clark. If you want to become a qualified Saiyans, you must dye your hair green. This is our Saiyans fashion trend."
"Then cousin, why is your hair so thin?"
Clark touched the small curly hair and hesitated.
Dying your hair is not an option in a conservative town.
What if you are mistaken for a hippie?
"I personally don't like that color, but it suits you."
Luke said with a smile, his eyes full of sincerity.