Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"Ready? Heh..."

After hearing the rebellious youth's words, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed.

Are you really ready?

"I don't see any of your so-called preparations."

"If what you mean by preparation is to throw the sickle aside and not farm, then okay, you've done it. You're the best in the world at that, my child!"

"But please understand first, a hero will never throw away his weapon, at least your brother wouldn't do that."

The middle-aged man looked at the rebellious youth and spoke in a deep voice.

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, the rebellious youth looked at the sickle on the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and apologized to the middle-aged man in front of him, "I'm sorry, Father, please don't tell my brother about what happened today, okay?"

"Can……"

"But child, you must remember, what you need is to calm down, not to be afraid of anything. I hope that one day you will not throw away the sickle from the bottom of your hand, but because you are afraid that your brother will hear your negative comments. There is a big difference between the two. You need to understand it yourself."

The middle-aged man continued to teach his child.

"I understand, Father."

Although the rebellious youth was somewhat rebellious, he was very intelligent, smarter than anyone else in the world, so he could understand that what the middle-aged man said was true.

"Very good, go ahead and slowly and attentively feel the most primal sensation of the sickle touching the wheat."

The middle-aged man turned around as he spoke.

"Father, I've finished cutting!"

Just as the middle-aged man turned around, he heard the voice of a rebellious youth behind him.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man turned around and saw rows of neatly cut wheat, which were also tied with ropes and arranged in an orderly fashion.

"Clark!"

The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at the scene before him. He knew that his son had lost control and used his superpowers.

"hey-hey……"

Clark Kent, the rebellious young man and the middle-aged man's son, chuckled. He genuinely didn't want to waste too much time on harvesting wheat.

"Sigh..." The middle-aged man looked at Clark, who was chuckling, and sighed helplessly. Then he said, "Clark, your brother called me again yesterday to urge me. Originally, I wanted to continue to stay in this field, but now it seems that I need to change my mind. Get ready, come with me and your mother to the metropolis!"

"Great, can we finally leave here?"

Clark Kent was thrilled. He had always felt out of place among the people here, and now it was finally time to leave. It was wonderful.

"Yes! That's great. Your brother has found you an Ivy League school. After you start studying there, the principal of that school, along with your brother, will recommend you to top universities like MIT, Trinity College, Cambridge, and so on, to help you pursue further studies."

The middle-aged man knew his son too well. Clark probably thought he could skip school and become a hero like his legendary brother, starting a company. But unfortunately, that wouldn't happen. So he looked at his son with a half-smile and said this.

"What? We have to go to school?"

Clark's expression changed; he was getting fed up with school days—they were just too boring.

"In short, even if the world is ready for a new, equally great hero to emerge, it is regrettable that our hero is not ready, so it will take time, and this cannot be rushed."

The middle-aged man continued his sermon.

"Okay, okay, I got it, Dad!"

Clark looked frustrated, but he was powerless to resist.

The middle-aged man smiled, pushed open the door, and went inside.

“Jonathan…”

Upon entering the house, he saw a beautiful woman preparing dinner for him and his son.

"Martha, your cooking skills have improved again!"

Jonathan looked at the delicious dishes his wife had prepared and smiled.

"Is the wheat harvest finished?"

Martha looked at her husband and son and asked.

"Yes, I will hand over the management of this farm to someone else afterward."

Jonathan nodded and spoke to Martha.

"what do you mean?"

Martha was taken aback, then asked.

"Hasn't Jupiter been urging us to move to the metropolis? I think it's time to make a move."

Jonathan looked at Martha and explained.

"Oh my God, our family is finally going to be reunited."

Tears welled in Martha's eyes; she had forgotten how long it had been since she had seen her beloved eldest son, Jupiter.

"Yes, it's time for a reunion. Speaking of which, shouldn't we prepare a new outfit or something? You know, when you go to a big city like that, you have to dress up nicely so as not to embarrass our dear son."

Jonathan frowned, deep in thought.

"Oh, I think we should ask our son."

Martha nodded, then dialed the number directly.

"Drip drip..."

"Hey?"

With a series of rings, the call was answered.

"Jupiter?"

Martha asked tentatively.

"Mother?"

A questioning voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jupiter, it's like this. Your father and I have discussed it and decided to bring Clark to Metropolis to find you. Is there anything we need to prepare?"

Martha asked.

"That's great! I told you all you should come and live in the Metropolis!"

"You don't need to prepare anything. I will send someone to pick you up first thing tomorrow morning."

"By the way, I will arrange for people to manage the farm. You can tell my father about this and let him rest assured. My men are definitely more energetic than a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties and can manage the farm better."

Jupiter said it with a hint of irony.

"Ha ha……"

Martha smiled after hearing this, glanced at Jonathan standing next to her, and said nothing.

“I can hear you, and besides, I’m not old! And besides, your people might not be able to protect my farm better than I can, I…”

Jonathan is somewhat unwilling to admit he's getting old.

"I know, I know, I have things to do later, so see you tomorrow!"

Jupiter said this and hung up the phone.

It seems Jupiter didn't intend to give Jonathan a chance to say anything, or perhaps Jupiter was afraid that Jonathan would suddenly change his mind and not go.

"Ugh……"

Jonathan sighed as he listened to the phone call end. His eldest son was like a god, so different from others since childhood, able to do everything perfectly. To be honest, they had no sense of accomplishment at all. Jupiter gave Jonathan the impression that Jupiter could still live a good life even without a father.

As for Clark, although Clark is not perfect, Jonathan has a sense of accomplishment in helping his child grow, which is probably the sense of accomplishment of being a father!

"I've already spoken to your brother, and he said he'll send someone to pick us up tomorrow!"

Jonathan turned to look at Clark, who was secretly eating, and said.

"Um?!"

Clark was surprised when Jonathan suddenly turned around, stuffed the whole fish into his mouth in one gulp, and swallowed it.

"Ugh……"

Jonathan suddenly sighed again; his two children were completely opposite.

late at night……

Clark lay in his room, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He once dreamed of becoming a hero, flying through the sky and protecting everything in the world. It seemed to be his destiny, his duty, and he could vaguely hear a voice guiding him to do so.

but……

From childhood to adulthood, whether he was bullied or others were bullied, the person who protected them was always his older brother Jupiter, a man with the same name as the ancient Roman god-king, powerful, kind, and so perfect that he seemed inhuman.

While he was still considering which high school to attend, his older brother was already flying through the skies around the world in a bodysuit, protecting safety in various parts of the globe.

Sometimes, Clark would think that he always felt like he was living in Jupiter's shadow, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of Jupiter's shadow, which troubled Clark a lot.

"We're going to the metropolis tomorrow. What kind of city is that?"

"Can I gain my brother's approval and work with him to protect the safety of all living beings in this world?"

Clark pondered, dreaming that one day he too could don battle armor and fly through the sky.

The next day, when the sunlight shone through the glass onto Clark's face, he slowly opened his eyes. He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep, but he had slept very soundly that night.

"Ah~"

Clark stretched and went downstairs. He saw seven or eight men in black moving around inside their house, seemingly carrying something.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Clark looked at the group of people moving things with displeasure.

"Clark, are you awake? We're getting ready to move!"

Just as Clark was looking displeased, Martha, who was holding a potted plant, saw her child and laughed.

"Are these my brother's men? They're here so early?"

After hearing Martha's words, Clark noticed the logo on the clothes of the group of people in front of him. The words "Kent Corporation" were printed on the clothes of these men in black.