Clark had been incredibly happy lately.
He'd finally met his godfather—the one who'd left when he was just a baby.
His godfather had given him a complete cowboy outfit, which turned him into a real cowboy. Now he spent his days riding his pony around the farm.
When Clark first met his godfather, he'd thought the man was just a guest at their house. He never expected this was his mysterious godfather.
This morning—
Marcus stood in the farmyard doing his daily training, and not far from him, Clark was hiding behind the corner of the barn, secretly watching.
Clark had been so excited these past few days that he had no interest in sleeping in.
"Clark, come train with me!"
Following those words, Clark felt a strong pulling force that drew him from his hiding spot.
This made Clark even more excited. Everyone fantasized about having superpowers, and kids were especially drawn to the idea.
"Godfather, is that a superpower?" Clark asked curiously.
"Well, you could think of it that way. Only very special people have their own superpowers!"
Setting Clark down, Marcus smiled and ruffled his hair, making it even messier.
Crouching down, Marcus looked at Clark with a grin:
"This is our little secret, okay? You can't tell anyone—it's an agreement between us."
Hearing Marcus's words, Clark nodded vigorously, then asked curiously:
"Will Clark have superpowers too?"
"What kind of superpower would you want?"
"I want to fly like those birds! Clark wants to fly too."
Hearing Clark's wish, Marcus couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, you'll be able to fly. And besides flying, you'll also be invulnerable and incredibly strong."
These words made Clark's eyes light up with anticipation as he tried to imagine how amazing that would be.
"Could I push Papa Jonathan's tractor? The tractor's really big, but it always breaks down."
"Of course! Forget pushing it—you'll be able to lift that tractor easily."
Now Clark's mouth fell open, his eyes gleaming. He was completely amazed by his godfather's words—that he could become that powerful.
Seeing the little guy was about to drool, Marcus chuckled and ruffled his hair again.
"Alright, future superhero, getting superpowers isn't that easy. You need to have a strong body and skilled fighting techniques. Now, follow my lead."
These words brought Clark back to reality. After hearing what his godfather said, he stood in front of Marcus with a serious expression, copying Marcus's movements as they began training.
It had to be said that although Clark's abilities hadn't awakened, his physical fitness was definitely stronger than normal humans. If Bruce wasn't wearing his combat suit, he really couldn't compare to Clark.
Strong physical conditioning allowed Clark to easily perform many exercises. As Marcus's movements became increasingly difficult, Clark's form finally started breaking down.
After all, he was still just a kid, and after so many challenging moves, he'd gotten very tired.
"Okay, take a break. While we rest, let me explain the key points of these movements."
Sitting with Clark on crates in the barn, Marcus poured a glass of juice for the boy and said:
"These exercises work out every part of your body, and they'll also help you quickly defeat bad guys and protect your family and friends when you face them."
With that, Marcus clenched his fist and punched the air in front of him.
Thump!
The sound of an air blast rang in Clark's ears as he watched Marcus's punch cut through the floating dust particles.
This display made Clark's eyes brighten. Could it be that just by practicing these movements, he could launch such amazing attacks like his godfather?
Excited, Clark imitated Marcus's movements and threw punch after punch, but he couldn't create the same miraculous effect.
The floating dust wasn't pierced by his attacks—instead, it just scattered around him.
This made Clark hold his head in frustration. He hadn't expected this seemingly simple move to be so difficult.
His expression made Marcus laugh.
"Ha, it's not that simple. What you need to do now is keep practicing these techniques. As you get better and better, you won't need to think about it to reach the level I just showed you."
Under Marcus's encouragement, Clark quickly accepted the situation like any child would. He threw his fist again, trying to break through the dust like Marcus had done.
After resting a while, the two walked back to the open area and resumed serious training.
"I'll teach you some basic techniques first. Remember to practice them regularly."
With that, Marcus demonstrated in the clearing. His fists created afterimages in the air, and sometimes violent impacts erupted when his fists collided.
This was one of the fighting techniques called Crushing Blow—specifically, Rolling Gale.
Following his attack, shockwaves spread continuously, transforming into terrifying gusts of wind.
This move stunned Clark—he hadn't expected such an ordinary-looking technique to have this kind of effect.
Strong winds blew violently, whistling through the air.
"This technique is called Rolling Gale. I'm sure you can see the powerful winds blowing around us."
Under Marcus's explanation, Clark nodded enthusiastically. He'd definitely seen the move's effect.
The gusts formed by this special technique's impact made him understand that if he practiced hard enough, he could do the same thing.
This thrilled Clark—there was nothing more exciting to a kid than superpowers.
"If you can master this move, I'll teach you other techniques, and even different fighting styles."
This was excellent motivation, and it successfully fired up Clark's determination. He wanted to master more fighting skills and gain superpowers as quickly as possible.
Watching Clark throw punch after punch, trying to complete Rolling Gale, Marcus knew this would be a long process that required time and patience.
As long as Clark practiced diligently, with his natural abilities, it wouldn't take long to make real progress.
Encouraged by Marcus, Clark trained with focus, and energy seemed to gather around his hands as he practiced.
Pop!
Clark punched hard, and there was a sound like a bubble bursting from his fist.
"Hey, you did it! At least you've got the basics down—you just need more practice."
In such a short time, Clark had already grasped the power generation technique of Rolling Gale. Marcus had to admire once again that Clark truly was a Kryptonian Superman.