An accident. ( Time Skip )

Year 2XXX

Four years later.

Four years have passed since the Kent family "adopted" their son Clark. Clark was a typical child with many normal interests for his age; he liked animals, toy dinosaurs, and of course, superheroes. They live in a society where 80% of the population has some kind of superpower, making heroes not a thing of the past but a highly sought-after and beloved profession.

The Kent family lived in a rural area on the outskirts of the city of Musutafu, Japan. His parents were Americans who moved to Japan in search of a safe environment to raise their family. After all, the USA isn't necessarily a safe place.

But amidst his responsibilities helping his father on the family farm, that didn't stop Clark from loving to watch heroes on TV.

Martha and Jonathan loved their son, but they couldn't help but worry about him. He wasn't from their planet, and they had no way of knowing if he would develop any powers. They feared for him because they knew how society treated those who had none.

Jonathan and Martha had their work cut out for them in hiding their son's origin, concealing the spaceship in a space beneath the barn and arranging an adoption certificate for legal purposes. For many years, they feared that someone would come looking for their son, but luckily for the family, no one ever did.

Perhaps the government had given up its search after finding nothing. Since they never saw any news about a meteor or anything from space on TV or the internet, maybe the government didn't want it to be public knowledge.

On a typical morning, Clark woke up and went downstairs to join his parents at the breakfast, however, when he arrived in the kitchen, he only found his mother finishing making toast and placing them on a plate at the table. Clark found this strange; it wasn't typical for his father not to have breakfast with them.

"Mom, where's dad?" Clark asked.

Martha, noticing her son's presence, puts a loving smile on her face.

"He's in the barn fixing the tractor, sweetheart. He'll join us soon. But for now, sit down and eat. We have a busy day ahead," she says, sitting at the table.

Clark sits down for breakfast without worrying too much. Ten minutes later, Jonathan arrives through the kitchen door, wiping grease from his hands with a piece of cloth.

"Good morning, son. Morning, dear," he says as he enters the kitchen, ruffling his son's hair and kissing his wife on the cheek.

"I think I managed to fix the tractor. Let's see if it holds up. By the way, Clark, I need you to go and gather the tools when you come back with me to the barn later," he says, sitting at the table after cleaning his hands.

"Okay, Dad," Clark says, returning to eating now with the whole family together.

Thirty minutes later, John and Clark walk towards the barn, Clark now dressed appropriately for work in the fields.

"Today you won't have much to do, son. I just need you to gather some tools that are scattered around. Just be careful with the tractor; its support is already old," "He says, smiling, placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Got it, Dad," Clark says happily." as they enter the barn.

Both of them start working: John saws some wooden boards to repair parts of the barn that have rotted, while Clark gathers scattered tools. John can be quite messy sometimes.

Clark was nearly finished; he just needed to retrieve two wrenches that were under the tractor, which his father had been using earlier.

"Dad, do I need to get these?!" he shouted to his father, but the noise from the saw drowned out his voice.

Clark, eager to finish his tasks quickly, crouched down and stretched his right arm to reach for the tools. With half of his body under the tractor, he heard the sound of metal creaking.

He glanced quickly at the support just in time to see it giving way, causing the tractor to fall on top of him.

Jonathan, alerted by the noise of the tractor falling, turns to see the tractor on top of his son.

"Clark!" he shouts, running to help his son. With strength and perhaps a touch of his own power, he manages to lift the tractor off his son.

"Clark, Clark, are you okay? Answer me, Clark!" he shouts, holding his unconscious son in his arms.

"Oh God," he says worriedly, checking for injuries on his son but curiously finding only torn clothes.

He lifts his son, quickly carrying him out of the barn.