4 Mother

In the midst of all these preparations, Fulan, the hero of our story, was eating a small bowl of rice while he was sitting at the dinner table with his mother.

A woman with purple hair and eyes of the same color, she's thin and looks to be in her late forties.

By looking at them together eating dinner, every person can notice the great resemblance between them. The only exception was that the mother's hair was silky and moist, while Fulan's hair was a little messy.

There was no television in the house, and the golden light of the lamp was lighting up the room for four seconds and then went off for one second or a fraction of a second. It was clear that there was a malfunction in that lamp, but the silence that filled the house was evidence that this was the normal situation.

Rice was the only dinner available on that wooden table, and both of them showed no sign of feeling inferior or anything like that.

The mother was looking at her spoon full of rice after she suddenly stopped eating, and she said in a calm tone after she raised her sight from the rice spoon to her son's face,;

"I heard that the festival you wanted to watch will be held tomorrow. It is unfortunate that we moved to this house at this time. If we had been in our old house, you would have watched it with your friend at his house as you do every year."

Aside from the fact that her words described severe poverty, her speech expressed that she did not know that Fulan would be one of the students who will participate in the festival, which is why he said in a calm tone while looking at his rice plate;

Fulan's mother smiled after hearing these words and replied;

"Really? Does this mean you got a ticket from someone for free?"

Fulan slowly raised his head and said with a smile while his eyes were full of confidence and vitality;

"No, this time I will be part of that festival. I have the right to participate in it."

Fulan's mother was shocked after hearing these words, and began asking many questions at once;

"Huh? Wait wait, first you told me that your principal asked you to join another academy, and I was surprised enough to find out that the academy you will join is UA! But now you are telling me that you will appear on television and the heroes agencies will compete to get you? I know you are doing your best to become a Hero as soon as possible, and you already have enough talent to do so. But Fulan, I'm just saying... you can slow down a little bit..."

What his mother could not say at that moment was that she did not want Fulan to stay away from her any longer. If he became busy with hero tasks, they might lose a lot of the times they used to sit with each other, like a bird that has learned to fly and is about to migrate.

Fulan was listening to these words without interruption, then a warm, calm smile appeared on his face and he said:

"By the way, the families of the participating students can come and watch the festival for free. Your presence there will be an important incentive for me."

Fulan's answer was somewhat deceptive because he did not answer her main question, but despite that, his mother understood the hidden message behind those words, which was, "It doesn't matter how famous I get in this world, as long as you watch me from near or far, that is my main motivation."

If there had been a third person around, he wouldn't have been able to understand the message hidden behind those words, but because they were a mother and her son, they could understand each other well.

Fulan's mother tightened her fingers a little on her spoon, then pointed that spoon to Fulan's chest, and said with a smile:

"In that case, I will watch and support you among thousands of people, and I will say with pride, that is my son, the pride of the Purple Charge Clan..."

Fulan smiled after hearing these words and responded immediately;

"This is the spirit required, I will put all my effort into it!"

...

The next day, which is the highly anticipated day. The UA Sports Festival day.

Various colored smoke bombs were exploding in the blue sky above the hall, in preparation for the start of the festival events, and the stands were already filled with people. Their noise was increasing while they were waiting for the students to enter the arena for the start of the games and competitions.

On the academy campus, the roads leading to the huge hall were full of liveliness, people walking here and there, buying tickets and also some snacks and juices. Some people wanted to see third-year students compete since they are the closest to becoming professional heroes, but this year the first-year students were getting more attention, and for only one reason, which is the presence of the son of the hero Endeavour, No. 2 Hero

The presence of the son of a professional hero caused all the camera lenses to be drawn to the first-year students...