Chapitre 205: Chapter 205: Captain America and Hawkeye
Upon hearing Hawkeye's words, Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, shook his head gently. "No matter how powerful my fists are, they can't match your skill with a bow and arrow!" Although Steve was inherently kind-hearted, he also had a competitive spirit. But now, he actually admitted to being weaker than Hawkeye in some respects, indicating that there was a reason for it. And the reason was actually quite simple. In the months since Steve was unearthed and began his rehabilitation training upon waking up, Hawkeye had been training with him all along. Therefore, Steve had seen Hawkeye's training process and understood Hawkeye's strength! After taking the Super Soldier Serum, Steve became a little superhuman aside from not being able to fly. He was extremely strong with proficiency in various combat techniques, making him extremely powerful in combat! However, Steve's so-called extremely powerful combat ability was only in comparison to ordinary people. In the face of Hawkeye, who had begun to practice chakra, Steve's advantage was initially there, but now it was completely gone! Chakra could greatly enhance a person's physique, giving the wielder greater strength and astonishing agility. It also granted special abilities such as wall climbing and walking on water. Moreover, even those two so-called basic ninjutsu techniques impressed Steve. But what truly shocked him was when Hawkeye attached chakra to his arrows, the power of those arrows increased several times over! Arrows that could only be nailed to concrete walls before could now pierce through steel plates three to four centimeters thick! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Steve would never have believed that Hawkeye's arrows, without any special technological enhancements, could achieve such a feat! This power exceeded that of many firearms, and most importantly, when the arrows were shot, there was almost no sound! Coupled with Hawkeye's impeccable archery skills, it was simply the most powerful silent long-range assassination technique! Even with his specially made round shield, Steve couldn't achieve this. That's why he willingly admitted that Hawkeye's archery skills were superior to his fists. Hearing Steve's words, Hawkeye smiled and nodded, obviously very pleased. After the small talk, Steve asked, "Is there something you need from me?" Hawkeye nodded, "Director Fury asked me to pass on a message to you. If you don't have anything important going on lately and have adapted to modern life, then it's time to start the mission!" Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had been completely cleared out internally after the Dragon Balls were used and with the help of Tobirama Senju, there were still people from the Hydra organization created by the Red Skull who were still active in New York. And they were living comfortably. Aware of this, the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't hesitate to take action! However, this so-called action wasn't to attack, but to search. They wanted to find as many Hydra bases as possible and then ask the Leaf Village to directly suppress all of Hydra's bases with thunderous force! For months, they had been searching for traces of Hydra bases. Nick Fury's mission to Steve was also of this type: to search and explore Hydra bases. Steve's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, "I have nothing else going on! I'm ready to start the mission!" Steve was so enthusiastic about the mission for two reasons. Firstly, he had been awake for several months now and was tired of staying idle. He wanted to move his body properly and become an excellent warrior again! Secondly, he had watched the footage of the battles between the Leaf Village and the Akatsuki organization before and knew that New York wasn't supposed to look like it does now with its low-rise buildings. Those scenes of destruction deeply stimulated Steve, making him realize that his strength was far from enough! This was also the reason he wanted to become a warrior again. For this reason, he also consulted Hawkeye about how to practice chakra, wanting to master it. After consulting Tobirama Senju, Hawkeye also gave Steve the method of refining chakra. But without chakra seeds to help, Steve had no way to refine chakra. With no solution in this regard, Steve could only think of other ways to make himself stronger.
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Lil
The sun was going down on the horizon. I could hear my own footsteps while walking down the street. I came from our school. The very old and wrinkled structures were aligned on both sides of the streets. Some people were sitting calmly on the chairs outside their huge houses while those children were playing. After a few minutes of walking, I arrived at the front of our house. Our house was just simple, and we were just as simple too.
My mother was a vendor, while my father was a peasant. They both had not completed their schooling. My mother had only finished her elementary days, and my father was in high school. Because their families were indigent, they were forced to stop schooling and work instead. But though we were poor, my parents were rich in love. They always provided my necessities, such as shelter, food, clothing, learning, and love.
I sometimes dream of becoming rich. I was envious of my classmates whose parents were giving them everything they wanted. I was envious of other people who lived in huge houses and did nothing but sit on their chairs and play Mahjong with the other wealthy people.
The door thudded, and I noticed my mother was wearing a plain, green shirt with a stain in the center; when I was younger, I mistook that stain for an eye, and I was afraid to look at it. My mother was wearing old leggings and sneakers too. I knew she was hard to get to buy her own things; she was always wearing her old clothes.
My parents worked every day, though sometimes they could not eat their meals just to get to work early. My father was a farmer who owned a small piece of land for cultivation, and my mother was the one who sold the harvests from our farm.
For me, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her brown eyes seemed to tell me how much she cared; her pointed nose, brown skin, and pink lips that never became dry. Though she was always working, she still had time for herself, for me, and for my father.
"Oh! Son, what happened to your forehead?" She asked.
I touched my brow and felt a bit of pain. The thing seemed wet. As I looked at my finger, I saw a dark, red liquid with an inexplicable smell. I knew it was made by those boys who could do nothing in their lives but wait for their victims in the streets. But even though there were many bullies who always hurt me, I'd never told my mother and especially my father, because he would surely find a way to punish them.
"Nothing, I just bumped myself on the pole," I lied.
"Come in and we will cure that," my mother invited. "You don't feel pain?"
Though I made too many mistakes, my mother never became mad. She was always telling me that "we cannot go back in the past and change what we have done wrong. Let us live in the present time and get our lessons from it, so that we can't do it again in the future."
"Aw!" I exclaimed. "Please make it easy. It hurts." I complained, whimpering, and trying to avoid my mother's fingers touching the wound on my forehead.
"Sorry, but it's just a small wound, so stop overacting," my mother replied.
"Hey, what happened to that child?" My father got inside the house, hung his hat on the peg, and sat down on the wooden chair beside us.
I knew he came from the farm because he looked exhausted and the moisture on his face and neck had diffused. My father was the most handsome man in the world, though sometimes he was unkind and overprotective. He had a high-pointed nose, short black hair, which took a long time to grow, and round, brown eyes.
"He said that he bumped himself into the pole," Mom replied.
"Birdbrained, and you also believe in your child? He might be fighting with those street boys, because a mark from the pole wasn't the same as that wound which looked like it was from a sharp object?" He guessed.
My father was an intensely strict man! He didn't want me to fool around. However, I knew that even though he was a hard wall, acting as a column in our house, he still cared about me and my mother. But I could not be free from his cage because he was so inquisitive.
My mother defended, "You're not an investigator, Jay. I know that our son would not fool around; he's already big enough to know what's right and wrong. Am I right, Lil?"
"Yeah, I'm not doing anything wrong; I came from school," I replied.
"Good," my father said, "but if we know you're doing something, we won't show you any sympathy; instead, we'll aggravate your wounds."
"Can you stop threatening your child?" Mother asked. "He's already big, and soon he'll have a girlfriend and start his own family."
"You will never do that thing as long as we don't allow you to. You need to finish your schooling first before you can have a girlfriend. You're just sixteen, and the responsibility of being a father isn't as easy as you think."
I tried to convince them, "Don't worry, ma and pa, I will help you first before making my own family," although I knew they wouldn't believe me.
"You don't need to do that, son; just do the things that you want. As long as you're not hurting others, don't feel sorry for them," Mother added.
"Leona! Maybe that's why your son is getting stubborn, because you are letting him do anything he wants to," my father scowled.
"But what's wrong with that?" My mother stood up and exclaimed. "Why are you always mad even though there's no reason to be?"
"I'm just telling the truth. I'm hoping that you will realize it," he defended.
"Telling the truth? I'm hoping you can realize that whatever you're going to say to Lil, he's still our one and only son."
Hearing and seeing my parents fight in front of me, I suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Please stop this! If you will fight because of me, maybe it will be better if I leave this house, so that you won't fight anymore."
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