Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

Chapter 4 Saiki's Bedroom

Saiki's bedroom.

The bedroom is 30 square meters in size, very large and spacious. When Qi Mu was three years old, he loved to float in the bedroom.

There is a row of bookshelves against the wall, and the bookshelves are filled with comics and novels.

There are many comics, and they can come from all over the world.

Naruto, Gintama, Harry Potter...

These books were not sent by Dr. Rolner, and Becca could not have obtained them from Walter.

These are books that Saiki acquired from all over the world when he was four years old and his intelligence was awakened, using his ability to exchange for equivalent value.

After replacing the Bible, Genesis, and God’s Word that Dr. Rolner had prepared for him with these books, Qi Mu felt that the world had become much brighter.

As for those religious books?

Becca originally planned to take them all and burn them in the fire, but after learning about Shin Saiki's superpowers, she chose to let her son take them in exchange for things she liked.

That's how Gintoki got his picture on Saiki's table.

I wonder what would happen to a kid who buys a Gintoki figure online and finds several Bibles and Genesis inside.

With his super vision, Homelander had long ago memorized the location of Saiki's bedroom.

He walked quickly to the bedroom door, but his hand, which could easily crush steel bars, lingered on the doorknob.

Are you nervous?

Becca stood to the side and gave a mocking smile.

Look, the world's most powerful superhuman, Homelander, is blocked by a doorknob?

Was it the doorknob that stopped Homelander? Of course not.

What truly held Patriot back was his unsure how to face Qi Mu.

Think about how Madeline treats children?

Touch it with your hand, then with your breast... No, damn it.

The image of Madeline comforting him flashed through Homelander's mind, and the next moment he shook his head violently.

Damn, I'm a man, and I don't have the ability to shapeshift, so what kind of breastfeeding am I supposed to do?

"Hey Becca, I wanted to ask if we have any milk here?"

Homelander pulled his hand off the doorknob, put his hands together, gave a faint smile, and asked Becca.

???

Becca looked at Homelander in front of her, wondering why he would suddenly ask such a question.

"Oh—look what I see!"

Homelander's figure disappeared from the spot, and Becca looked in the direction of the sound and saw the burly man standing in front of the refrigerator.

He opened the refrigerator, his eyes shining as he looked at the bottles of milk in the crisper drawer, his voice slightly smug.

"Milk, real milk, not that shitty nut milk."

He opened a bottle of milk, took a deep sniff, and a look of indulgence appeared on his face, which Becca couldn't see.

"I'll bring two bottles for Qi Mu, is that alright?"

He picked up two bottles of milk, shook them at Becca, and said this.

"Qi Mu doesn't really like drinking..."

"No, no, no, Becca, no child dislikes drinking milk."

Homelander held up his index finger and shook it at Becca, a look of disappointment on his face.

"I thought you would understand, but it's such a pity."

Homelander sighed and came to the door of Qi Mu's bedroom again.

Nine years old is the age when a person is growing rapidly.

"He needs milk."

The man from the motherland said this with a hint of smugness in his voice, and at that moment he opened the door handle without hesitation.

I pushed open the bedroom door.

Inside the bedroom.

Qi Mu was wearing headphones and sitting at his desk, watching online classes on his computer.

Gintoki, standing to the side, was picking his nose while watching the lesson alongside Saiki.

pat.

The door was pushed open.

Mr. Homelander walked in carrying two bottles of milk, with a faint smile on his face.

He straightened his chest and then spoke:

"Hey! Look at this young man, he's really handsome."

"Let me look at these books... um..."

Homelander frowned as he looked at the bookshelf full of comic books.

I hadn't noticed before, but now that I look, all my son is reading are these kinds of...entertainment comics?

They were all foreign films; not a single one was produced by Walter.

There isn't even a single magazine featuring people from his homeland.

That's just... way too much.

Homelander clenched his fists slightly, then slowly walked to Qi Mu's side and placed the two bottles of milk on the desk.

[Oh dear, this is really a headache.]

Qi Mu took off his headphones, pressed the space bar on his keyboard, and paused the Einstein course on his computer.

"Hey, boy, hello."

Perhaps due to nervousness, Homelander once again managed that business-like smile, which was very helpful, at least allowing Homelander to communicate with Qi Mu calmly.

[Hello.]

Qi Mu's somewhat immature voice echoed in the minds of the people of the motherland.

He blinked, looked at Qi Mu in front of him, and after a moment of hesitation, said:

"Is this... telepathy?"

[Hmm, that's a valid interpretation.]

Homelander's expression changed, and he continued to ask somewhat reluctantly:

"Then...can you hear my thoughts?"

His voice was complex, a mixture of worry, anticipation, and fear...

If Qi Mu could read minds, he would know all the thoughts in Qi Mu's mind...

The homelander is waiting for an answer. If the answer is correct, he might fly away without looking back, vent his anger on someone, and only return when he finds a suitable solution.

[No, Mom has disabled that ability.]

Qi Mu's pale purple eyes met Homelander's, and he gave Homelander an answer that Homelander could accept.

"Ban it? Can an innate ability be banned?"

The people of the motherland were somewhat surprised.

[Yeah, it's like a storage room next to the toilet; you can just throw away things you don't need.]

Qi Mu nodded and described it to the Patriot.

The latter's lips twitched slightly.

Throw it in the storage room next to the toilet?

What kind of thunderous description is this?

Homelander turned his gaze to the computer on the table, where the screen was fixed on a Möbius strip.

"Ah~ let me guess, you're studying graphics?"

Qi Mu reluctantly followed the gaze of his compatriots and looked at the online class on the computer.