Chapter 4
I spent the remaining minutes of recess talking with Clara and learning about her parentage.
Her mother is Cow Lady. I didn't know who that was but I acted like I did cause she was so enthusiastic about it. Luckily, she talked about her mother's deeds so I got the memo that she was a Pro Hero.
Pro Hero. People who are employed by the government. They use their Quirks for three main purposes. Rescue, Evacuate, and Battle.
If people were in trouble, then Pro Heroes, along with the usual policemen, paramedics, and firefighters come to their aid.
They rescue people that are in trouble, they evacuate people in case of trouble, and they battle those that bring trouble.
You see, policemen can't use their Quirks against Villains due to the use of Quirks (Mostly in public) being illegal. There are some cases where you're allowed like in self-defense or the defense of someone in danger.
Since the first responders are at a disadvantage against Villains, that's where the Pro Heroes come in. They fight Villains with their Quirks. I say fight but more like apprehend.
Pro Heroing is essentially Civil Service, their salaries are paid by the taxpayers to keep the peace in the streets from Villains.
Coming back to Clara's mother, I learned that Cow Lady is retired and is focusing on raising cattle with her husband on their farm just outside of the city.
I asked the calf if their house was big and she said yes. I asked if their farm was big and she said yes. I asked if they have a lot of crops and she answered yes. I asked if they had a lot of animals on their farm and she started naming all of them which was a lot, I had to stop her.
Do you know what I got from that?
Becoming a Pro Hero pays well.
Now I have more reason to become one.
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"Hmmmmm."
I hummed in thought as I lay in bed.
It was night. Meaning no sun.
'Am I just screwed in the night and have to use my saved SL? (Sunlight)'
My brows furrowed with that thought.
Me? screwed?
'I'm gonna say it...'
Am I helpless in the night?
'I hope this works...'
Who decided that?
*Boom*
An explosion only I could feel emanated from my heart. The stored sunlight burned in fury.
Standing up, I went to the window of my room and cast the curtain aside, letting the moonlight hit me.
'Isn't moonlight just sunlight reflecting off the moon?'
Who decided that I couldn't gather sunlight from the moon?
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Then I felt it.
The familiar sensation of storing sunlight courses through me.
I did it.
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'Conclusion from last night's cringe escapade (If it didn't work)? Pride affects my Quirk... I'm Escanor-lite.'
A smirk surfaced on my face.
In my mind, I looked like a shrewd businessman but in reality? I probably looked cute.
That's not me being narcissistic.
"Cawn shu pwis let gwo of mhy chweeks?!"
"But you are soooo cute, lion-boy!" Said the black curvaceous woman pinching my cheeks. My face cheeks. I don't know why but I felt like I had to specify.
I wanted to swat her hands away but then I remembered that I had super strength and it didn't hurt.
She continued doing so for another few seconds before she let go.
"Hah~ Your cheeks are so soft, Lionel!" She's talking about my facial cheeks.
"Thank you, Ms. Caitlyn."
"You can drop the Ms, sweety! It makes me feel old." She responded.
"You are old, Ms. Caitlyn. You're 33."
"Hey! 33 ain't old!"
"You're 30 years older than me."
"....." She froze hearing my words before she face-palmed.
*Sigh*
"I keep forgetting that you're only 3, Lionel. From your height and looks, I'd bet that you're 5. Maybe 7 if I'm pushing it." 'And talking to you feels like talking to someone much older than 7' Her thoughts didn't need to be said as her face says it all.
*Cough* "Anyway, let's go."
Caitlyn faked a cough and said as she took my hand, leading me to a barbershop. Oh, I forgot but Caitlyn is one of the caretakers/workers in the orphanage.
We arrived fairly quickly as the barbershop is just a few blocks away from the orphanage. We went in, I got cut and went back to the orphanage.
I know why I don't feel scared of barbershops or traumatized by ceiling fans.
At first, I was. A quick pep-talk to myself removed the fear.
Who decided that I was scared of barbershops and ceiling fans?
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Today is Saturday and I asked Caitlyn if I was allowed to go to a library. Since I was three, it should've been an automatic no but luckily, she was friends with the librarian.
So here I was, looking around in the library. I was allowed to do so under the condition of not leaving the library and not doing anything stupid that could damage the books or myself.
While looking at studies about Quirks and how the current society formed, I read something about a "terrorist" group. I looked a bit deeper and found the name Meta Liberation Army. I searched around and didn't find a single book about them. Until I found this red book with the title Meta Liberation War with weird black spots on the cover.
The introduction of the book talks about the ideology of the group which can be summed up into a single idea. Allow everyone to use their Quirk at any time and anywhere. They believed that the free use of Quirks is a basic human right.
'I sense a conspiracy afoot! I mean, c'mon. This book is, if nothing else, propaganda! After they lost and the governments went ahead with legislation, they just decided to disband? I don't think so.'
I skimmed the book and it proved that it was propaganda. The idea behind it came off great but everyone is allowed to use their Quirks whenever and however they wanted? That's a recipe for chaos.
I admire the Mother of Quirks but didn't Destro, leader of MLA, think of the consequences if everyone was allowed to use their Quirks wantonly? People with powerful and useful Quirks would be at the top of the food chain with the mundane and useless ones stuck at the bottom. Nations would be ruled by might.
If I was being honest...
That
would
be
interesting...
But nah. I liked society as it is.
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"The Meta Liberation, huh... Very interesting."