Chapitre 6: chapter 6: time skip
Six years had passed since the beginning of training at the base. The young hero's evolution was impressive, and he had become a rising prodigy, always under the watchful eyes of his mentors and friends.
Now ten years old, the once shy boy had transformed into a confident young man, with a robust physique and a determined look. His blue eyes shone with the energy of someone who knew his potential and was willing to work hard to achieve it. The clothes he wore were a juvenile version of All Might's uniform, tailor-made to withstand his intense training and reflect his heroic legacy.
His abilities had improved incredibly, making him a well-known and admired figure both inside and outside the facility. The hideout was a dynamic and innovative environment, always evolving to provide the best for him. The facilities had been modernized over the years, incorporating new technologies and training methods. The advanced training areas, where he spent most of his time, were filled with state-of-the-art equipment that challenged the limits of his Quirk.
The walls of the training rooms were lined with impact-absorbing materials, and large monitoring screens constantly displayed student statistics and progress. The sound of training reverberated through the corridors, creating a symphony of determination and progress. He, in particular, made the most of every available resource, testing and expanding his abilities with tireless discipline.
Nezu, the principal of U.A., was a fascinating character. Small in stature but with a brilliant mind and charismatic personality, he closely followed the young hero's progress. His intelligent eyes observed every movement of the boy in training, always analyzing and planning the next step for his development.
"Your results are simply phenomenal!" Nezu often said, with a proud smile on his furry face. "Every day, you surprise us more."
Nezu's voice was always full of enthusiasm, and he made sure to create an environment where the young hero felt motivated to surpass his limits. In one of the training sessions, after a series of impressive strength exercises, Nezu approached, holding a clipboard with notes on his performance.
"What do you think about trying a new exercise tomorrow?" Nezu suggested, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "I have some ideas that could help improve your endurance even further."
Panting, he smiled at the principal. "Of course, Principal Nezu! I'm always ready for a new challenge."
The relationship between the young man and Nezu was one of deep admiration and mutual respect. Nezu not only saw enormous potential but also appreciated the boy's determination and character. He made sure to encourage him in every possible way, not just with words of encouragement, but also with meticulous training plans and innovative challenges.
One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, Nezu took the young hero to one of the meeting rooms. He gestured for the young man to sit in one of the comfortable chairs while he settled in front of a large monitor.
"I want you to see this," said Nezu, as he activated the monitor, showing a series of graphs and videos of the boy's training sessions. "This is the progress you've made over the last six months. Notice how your strength, speed, and solar energy control have improved significantly."
Observing closely, he was impressed with the detailed analysis. "This is amazing, Principal Nezu. I couldn't have done this without your guidance."
Nezu smiled, shaking his head modestly. "You have the potential. My role is just to ensure you have all the tools and support necessary to flourish. Remember, a true hero isn't just strong, but also intelligent and adaptable. That's why we're always looking for new ways to challenge you."
The young hero's days were full of activities. He woke up early for morning training sessions, running through the fields as the sun rose. Nezu often joined him, not running, but observing and offering advice. Despite his small and cute appearance, Nezu had a wisdom that transcended his stature.
"Remember to breathe deeply and maintain a steady pace," Nezu would say, his voice calm and encouraging. "Controlling your breathing helps channel your energy more efficiently."
During combat training, the young man faced realistic simulations that tested his reflexes and strategies. Nezu monitored every movement, noting areas for improvement and suggesting tactical adjustments.
"You're strong, but you need to anticipate your opponent's movements," Nezu advised, after a combat simulation. "Try to visualize what they might do next and plan your attacks and defenses based on that."
These sessions were crucial for the young hero's development, not just physically, but also mentally. He was becoming not only a powerful hero but also an astute strategist, capable of thinking quickly under pressure.
Not everything was training and challenges in the young hero's life. Nezu understood the importance of balance and often organized more relaxing activities where they could unwind and socialize. Clark and Nezu often talked about various topics, from combat strategies to curiosities about heroes of the past.
David Shield and Melissa Shield were constant presences by Clark's side. David, with his technical and scientific knowledge, always found new ways to challenge and improve the young hero's abilities. Melissa, in turn, was the faithful friend and confidant, always ready to support the protagonist, both in moments of glory and difficulty.
The facility continued to be a dynamic and innovative environment. The installations had been further modernized over the years, incorporating new technologies and training methods. The protagonist spent most of his time in the advanced training areas, where he tested and expanded his abilities.
Melissa Shield's laboratory was a true technological paradise. Benches full of devices, state-of-the-art computers, and precision tools formed a futuristic and vibrant environment. The walls were adorned with invention schemes and complex formulas, reflecting Melissa's brilliant mind.
One afternoon, the young hero entered the laboratory, his training uniform was sweaty, but his smile radiated enthusiasm. Melissa was focused on a new invention, meticulously adjusting the circuits of a device that looked like an elegant bracelet.
"Try this!" Melissa said, her eyes shining with excitement as she handed the device to the young man. "This should help you channel your solar energy better."
He carefully took the bracelet, examining it with curiosity. The bracelet was light, made of a durable but flexible material, with small integrated solar panels. He put the bracelet on his wrist and felt a slight vibration as the device activated.
"Thank you, Melissa. You always know how to help me improve," he said, with a confident smile.
The relationship between the young hero and Melissa had grown even stronger over the years. They were inseparable, sharing dreams, fears, and hopes. Melissa was always there to support the protagonist, whether during intense training or in moments of relaxation. They often met in Melissa's laboratory, where they spent hours discussing new ideas and inventions.
As he tested the new device, feeling the solar energy flowing more efficiently through his body, he looked at Melissa gratefully. "Melissa, you're the best friend anyone could have," he often said, with a genuine smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Melissa, always modest, responded with a shy smile. "You're amazing on your own. I just try to help in the best way I can."
The laboratory environment was a reflection of their friendship: welcoming, stimulating, and full of possibilities. The smell of heated metal and the constant hum of equipment created an atmosphere of constant innovation. On one of the walls, there was a large window that allowed natural light to enter, illuminating the space with a soft, warm light.
"This bracelet will not only help with solar energy channeling, but it also has an integrated monitor to track your energy levels in real-time," Melissa explained, adjusting the controls on a nearby tablet. "This way, we can optimize your training even more."
He nodded, impressed with the complexity and utility of the device. "You really think of everything, Melissa. I'm looking forward to seeing how this will improve my training."
Melissa gave a satisfied smile. "I'm always here to help. Together, we can achieve anything."
Besides their moments in the laboratory, they shared many moments outside training sessions. They often walked through the corridors of the facility, discussing future plans and sharing laughs. Melissa was the silent force behind the young hero's success, always ready to offer advice and support.
Clark's training was intense and multifaceted, challenging his limits daily. He spent hours honing his combat skills, endurance, and strategy, always striving to become a complete hero. The training areas were equipped with the latest technological advances, offering a perfect environment for developing his abilities.
Gran Torino, now a regular mentor, was particularly focused on training the young hero in speed and agility. The training track was a maze of obstacles, designed to test students' quickness and reflexes.
"Come on, kid! Faster!" Gran Torino shouted, his voice echoing across the field as the young man ran at high speed around the track. "You have to be as fast as the wind!"
The determination on the protagonist's face was evident. He increased his speed, leaving only a blur in his wake as he skillfully dodged obstacles that appeared in his path. "I'm trying, Gran Torino!"
The old hero, with a satisfied smile, continued to encourage the young man. "Remember, it's not just about raw speed, but about control and precision! Adjust your steps, use the environment to your advantage!"
During these sessions, the training track transformed into an action scene. The protagonist dodged moving barriers, leaped over pits, and ran up walls, all while maintaining an impressive pace. The advanced technology of the place recorded every movement, allowing for detailed analysis of his performance.
While Gran Torino pushed the young man to his limits, Recovery Girl was always nearby to ensure he stayed healthy. The small woman, known for her caring but firm gaze, closely observed each training session, ready to intervene when necessary.
"Don't overdo it," she said, approaching after an exhausting session. Her voice, though soft, carried undeniable authority. "Remember to take care of your body. There's no point in being fast if you end up hurting yourself."
The young hero, always respectful, heeded her advice. "Yes, ma'am. I promise I'll take care of myself."
The recovery room, where Recovery Girl worked, was a welcoming and soothing environment, contrasting with the intensity of the training. Comfortable chairs and advanced medical equipment were ready to treat any injuries that might occur.
The protagonist frequently stopped by for quick check-ups, ensuring he was in perfect condition to continue training.
During one of these visits to the recovery room, Recovery Girl took the opportunity to share some of her wisdom. "You have incredible potential, but you need to remember that being a hero isn't just about strength and speed. It's about endurance and intelligence. Listen to your body, it will always tell you when it's time to rest."
He nodded, absorbing every word. "Thank you, Recovery Girl. I'll remember that."
She smiled, satisfied with the response. "You're a good boy. I'm sure you'll be a great hero someday."
The training dynamic between the young hero and Gran Torino was equally formative. Gran Torino not only pushed the young man physically but also challenged him mentally. "It's not just about being fast," he explained, as he watched him complete another circuit. "You need to anticipate your opponent's movement, predict what comes next. Speed is useless without strategy."
In a specific exercise, Gran Torino set up a series of traps and obstacles that changed position randomly. The young man had to rely on his improved instincts and reflexes to navigate the field. Each failure was a learning opportunity, and each success, proof of his growth.
Gran Torino watched with a critical eye, but also with growing pride. "That's right, kid. Keep it up. You're starting to understand what it means to be truly fast."
The training areas were filled with cutting-edge technology, from combat simulators to virtual environments that replicated real battle conditions. He trained in variable gravity rooms, sensory isolation chambers, and physical analysis laboratories, each designed to push his limits and explore new aspects of his abilities.
Monitors spread across the walls displayed real-time data, showing the intensity of the workouts, levels of absorbed solar energy, and movement efficiency. This information was analyzed by a team of experts, including Gran Torino and Recovery Girl, who adjusted the young man's training based on observed needs and progress.
The city of Musutafu was always vibrant and bustling. The streets, filled with shops and skyscrapers, were a spectacle of colors and life. People stopped in awe when they saw the number one hero, All Might, patrolling alongside his son, Clark.
Each outing was a practical lesson, where the young man absorbed the details of missions, learning to deal with different situations and emergencies.
"Dad, how do you manage to be so inspiring to people?" the aspiring hero once asked, as they walked down a busy avenue. The sky tinged orange by the sunset created a serene atmosphere despite the hustle around them.
All Might laughed, a deep, warm laugh that resonated down the street. Placing a hand on his son's shoulder, he replied, "It's all about showing people they're not alone. That someone is there to protect them. In time, you'll understand this."
The young man looked at his father, absorbing every word seriously. Determined to become as great a hero as All Might, he stated, "I'll do my best to be like you, Dad."
At that moment, a distant explosion interrupted the conversation. Without wasting time, All Might activated his hero mode, becoming even more imposing. "Follow me closely!" he ordered, and the two set off towards the danger.
Flying alongside his father, the young man felt the wind hitting his face, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. They quickly arrived at the explosion site, where a gigantic villain was causing havoc. His threatening appearance and destructive power terrified the citizens around.
All Might landed in the midst of chaos, his presence instantly bringing a sense of security. The son hovered in the air, closely watching every move his father made, knowing that without a license, he couldn't intervene directly.
"Ha ha ha! Who dares to challenge the wrath of Goliath?" roared the villain, his enormous hands crushing a car as if it were paper.
All Might, always confident, stepped forward. "I am All Might, the symbol of peace, and I will stop you here and now!"
The battle began with a thunderous impact. All Might moved with the strength and grace of a true hero, each strike precise and powerful.
The son watched, impressed, as his father dodged the villain's attacks and responded with his own devastating force.
The fight was quick but intense. In a few minutes, All Might managed to take down the villain with a powerful punch, the force of his blow reverberating through the streets. Goliath fell, unconscious, and the surrounding crowd erupted in applause and cheers.
The son landed beside All Might, his eyes shining with admiration. "Dad, you were amazing!"
All Might, breathing deeply, smiled at his son. "Remember, a hero's true power isn't just in strength, but in their ability to inspire hope and confidence in people."
He absorbed every word, feeling even more determined to follow in his father's footsteps. Even without being able to participate directly in fights, he knew that each mission was a valuable lesson, preparing him for the day when he himself could become a licensed hero.
With each mission and public appearance, the aspiring hero not only grew in fame but also matured as a hero and as a person. He learned to deal with media pressure, public expectations, and the responsibilities that came with his growing recognition.
All Might observed this growth with pride. "You're becoming an incredible hero," he would say during a moment of rest atop a building, observing the illuminated city below. "But never forget what's most important. A hero's true strength comes from the heart."
The son nodded, his eyes fixed on the twinkling lights of the city. "Yes, Dad. I promise I'll always remember that."
The relationship between the young man and All Might grew stronger each day. They shared not just the love of father and son, but also the camaraderie of heroes fighting side by side. All Might always made time to personally train his son, teaching him the fundamentals of heroism, courage, and compassion.
On missions, the aspiring hero absorbed every lesson his father taught. He observed how All Might interacted with people, how he always found words of encouragement and comfort, and how his presence radiated security and hope.
Over time, Clark's fame grew. He appeared in newspapers, magazines, and TV shows, always alongside All Might. People recognized him on the streets, and he became a beloved public figure. His popularity wasn't just due to his heroic heritage, but also to his own actions and attitude.
On a sunny afternoon, while he and All Might were patrolling a local park, they heard the sound of a desperate meow. With his super hearing, Clark quickly located the source of the sound - a kitten stuck high up in a tree.
"Dad, I'll handle this," he said, receiving a nod of approval from All Might.
The young hero took off gently and within seconds was next to the small feline, which was trembling with fear. With a gentle smile, he took the kitten in his arms and carefully descended, landing next to a little girl who was watching the scene with wide eyes.
"It's my kitten! Thank you!" The girl exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude.
He knelt down to her level and placed the kitten in her arms. "Here you go, safe and sound. Always take good care of your friends, okay?"
The little girl nodded vigorously, hugging her kitten while her parents approached to thank him. "Thank you so much. You really are like your father, a true hero."
Always humble, he smiled and replied, "Thank you for everyone's support. I promise I'll do my best to protect all of you."
The young man's small actions had a big impact. On another occasion, he helped an elderly man cross a busy street, guiding him carefully and patiently while they chatted animatedly.
The gesture, simple but significant, was captured by a local photographer and soon was plastered across all newspapers, with the headline: "Clark Kent: The Hero of Small Gestures."
At a charity event, he actively participated, helping to distribute food and clothes to those in need. He spent the afternoon interacting with children, sharing stories and games.
One of the children, a shy boy named Kenji, hesitantly asked, "Can you fly with me?"
He smiled, picked up Kenji in his arms and, with the organizers' permission, took a short flight across the open field, drawing laughs and shouts of joy from the boy. "You're the best!" Kenji shouted as they gently descended.
These moments reinforced the young hero's connection with the public. He wasn't just All Might's son, but a hero in his own right, winning hearts with his humility and kindness.
His fame continued to grow, but he always remained accessible, willing to help in any situation.
In an interview for a TV show, a curious reporter asked a question that intrigued many. "Could you tell us about the origin of your name? Clark Kent isn't a common name here in Japan."
He smiled, his eyes shining with a mixture of nostalgia and pride. "My mother was American. Her name was Emily Kent. My father, All Might, decided to give me this surname to honor her. He always said my mother symbolized hope, just as I symbolize hope for him."
The response was met with applause and murmurs of approval. The young man's story touched people's hearts, adding an even deeper layer to his already growing popularity.
His journey as a hero was just beginning, but he was already showing that he was prepared to follow in his father's footsteps and become a symbol of peace, no, a symbol of hope for all.
As the years passed, he became increasingly well-known, not just as All Might's son, but as a rising hero, ready to face any challenge. His actions, from rescuing kittens stuck in trees to helping at major charity events, solidified his image as a true hero, worthy of following in his father's footsteps.
However, amid the shine and admiration, shadows lurked. All Might, despite his always imposing presence, carried a dark secret.
On a late afternoon, after a long patrol, he and All Might were resting on one of Musutafu's skyscrapers. The sunset tinged the sky an intense red, creating a scene both beautiful and melancholic.
"Dad, you seem worried. Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laden with concern.
All Might looked at the horizon, his expression more serious than he had ever seen. "There's something I need to tell you. A battle is approaching, a battle that could change everything."
The boy frowned, feeling a chill down his spine. "What battle? What do you mean?"
"There's a villain, the greatest I've ever faced, and he's planning something big. All For One, the enemy who nearly defeated me once, is moving in the shadows. I know he'll come again, and when that happens, the fight will be more intense than anything we've ever seen."
He felt his heart race. He knew the story of All For One, but hearing his father speak of him so seriously was something completely different. "Dad, you're not going to face this alone, are you?"
All Might smiled, but his eyes betrayed a deep weariness. "This is a battle that only I can fight. But I need you to be prepared for anything. The fight with All For One isn't just mine, it will affect all of us, including you."
He nodded, feeling the weight of his father's words. "I promise I'll be ready, Dad. I'll do everything I can to help and protect everyone."
All Might placed his hand on his shoulder, a gesture that, at that moment, carried more meaning than ever. "I know you will, son. And I'm proud of the hero you're becoming. Remember, a hero's true strength lies in the heart, in the determination to protect those you love."
As the sun disappeared on the horizon, a sense of imminence hung in the air. The city, always vibrant and full of life, seemed to breathe in anticipation of what was to come. He knew that difficult times were approaching, and that the battle against All For One would be a test not just for All Might, but for him too.
The days that followed were a mix of intense training and moments of reflection. He dedicated himself even more, aware that the safety of many depended on his growth as a hero. He knew that All Might's battle with All For One would be a watershed moment, a fight that could redefine the future of all heroes.
Amidst all this, a question remained in the air, a question that haunted him even in moments of silence: would he really be ready to face the approaching shadows? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain - he was determined to follow in his father's footsteps and face any challenge, no matter how dark the path ahead.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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