"Marcus!"

Early the next morning, I heard a loud and disturbing voice outside. It sounded like a bad visitor was coming to my door.

"Marcus! I've brought someone to help you!"

"What's up!"

I opened the door angrily, only to see Sebala and his grandson Gray standing proudly at the gate of the ranch.

Seeing me coming out, Sebala didn't feel guilty about disturbing his dream. He pushed his reluctant grandson forward and introduced him.

"I'm going out for a trip. Gray will stay here to help you with the work for the next few days! It doesn't matter if you do whatever you want!"

I think you just want me to help you take care of your grandson!

"There's not much work to do on my ranch, so Gray can't stay here..."

"Gray, you have to learn from Marcus! He is a very powerful person!"

"..." Gray stared at me expressionlessly, then looked at Sebala, wondering what kind of medicine we were selling in the gourd.

Sebala suddenly used the black tiger move to dig out the heart, beating Gray until he fell to the ground like a shrimp, and shouted loudly: "Did you hear that?"

"...I heard it." Gray fell to the ground and made a weak voice.

"Louder! Did you hear that?" Sebala was very dissatisfied with this reaction and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I heard it!" Gray responded loudly after a long time before he recovered.

…………

"So, Sebala is going out, so I entrust this child to you?"

Boss Dart asked hesitantly as he watched the two of us devouring breakfast.

"Yeah, I don't know what old Sabala is up to."

I said with some helplessness that the ranch was in dire need now. I was as busy as a spinning top every day and had no time to take this rebellious child around.

But who would have expected that Gray also raised his head and said with an unhappy look on his face.

"That's why grandpa wants me to learn from Marcus. I think he is just an ordinary farmer."

What Gray complained about to Boss Dart got into my ears, and what I thought in my heart was:

(╯#-_-)╯╧═╧!

What is an ordinary farmer?

I am a man who has the golden finger of the colonizer system and the memories of two lifetimes in my mind. I once fell from the sky and came face to face with the most terrifying history of the island. You young man is very arrogant...

Boss Dart glanced at me and saw that I was accumulating anger, so he asked Gray.

"Then what kind of person do you want to learn?"

"I want to be a great blacksmith!"

"Then why don't you just learn from Sebala?" Boss Dart asked curiously.

"I wish I could make the most powerful weapon. Grandpa couldn't teach me that."

In front of us, Gray lost his resistance and expressed his thoughts openly.

"So you don't study with grandpa because you think Sebala is too bad?" I asked tentatively.

"No, I just need to follow a completely different principle from grandpa."

Okay, the crux has been found. As long as he can dispel his unrealistic fantasy, the second disease should be cured, right?

As a senior chuunibyou, I understand that it is impossible for such rebellious teenagers to accept reality and compromise with reality. We must use some methods that they can accept to persuade them.

"I don't think you can become a great blacksmith!"

"Because you don't have the spirit of a strong man!"

I told him confidently.

Gray's eyes widened, a little confused.

"Why do you need a strong spirit as a blacksmith?"

"Of course it is necessary. Technology is for people to use. If a person does not have enough will, he will never be able to control powerful technology."

Gray frowned and thought for a long time. He seemed unable to refute what I said, so he asked.

"You mean, before becoming a great blacksmith, you must first become a strong man?"

"Then I will become a strong man!"

A sonorous and powerful word came out of his mouth.

To be honest, at this time I looked at the young man in front of me carefully.

He looks thick-browed and big-eyed, somewhat similar to Sebala, but there is no sign of Sebala's baldness trend at all. He is wearing a very neat shirt and jacket, and he does seem to be somewhat good at moving.

appearance.

On the other hand, the fact that he was beaten so violently by Sebala every day and still managed to grow so vigorously indicates that he indeed has the talent to become a superhero.

"Strong? Do you know what a strong is?"

There was a flash of light in my eyes, and a desolate aura exuded from my whole body, as if I was in the ruins of a battlefield with broken guns and broken armor, and the ground was scarlet, and I said to him.

"A strong person is someone who is very powerful. Of course I know that."

Gray was suppressed by my aura and retorted dissatisfied.

Hum hum, you have been fooled by a young man.

"As the saying goes, the greatest hero...that's not true. As the saying goes, the greater the energy, the greater the responsibility. Your understanding of the strong is too superficial, and sooner or later you will go astray in chasing power."

"But without great power, wouldn't the hero be knocked down with just one punch? What's the point?"

"Young man, let me tell you a heroic story that was circulated in Glittering City back then."

This country boy who grew up in a town and has never seen the world has always been very curious about the outside world.

Becoming a hero is an unavoidable dream for every teenager. So he put down his resistance and began to prepare to listen to the story told by Marcus, who claimed to be "well-informed".

"A long time ago, in Gotham City, known as the land of sin, the richest man and his wife, Wayne, who once tried to save this fallen city, were shot dead by criminals, leaving only their young son, Bruce Wayne."

"All stories start from here..."

………

The story I told him quickly attracted Gray. Batman's dark, mysterious, his-or-her-own-principled temperament was irresistible to this young man who longed for a heroic spirit.

"Marcus! What's happening behind Batman? Is he dead?"

"No, Batman has been knocked down, attacked, and even had his spine broken many times, but he has always conquered everything with his own will."

"Judging from his X-rays, no one can maintain the ability to move despite so many fractures, bruises, bruises, and muscle injuries, let alone perform heroic acts."

"But Batman just persisted. He knew that he could not fall. Gotham City's final justice and the threat in the dark could not fall. If he left, the criminals would only become more lawless."

"And as long as he lives, he will become a sword of punishment in the darkness, making these evil spirits tremble in the darkness where they hide!"

"But no matter how powerful he is, he is only a human being after all. His spirit is immortal, but his body will eventually grow old..."

"To compare with a god in a mortal body is the most accurate evaluation of him."

Gray's always cold face revealed a determined expression.

"I want to be Batman!"

"ha?"

I didn't react a bit. What did this young man say about himself?

"I want to be Batman!"

Gray emphasized every word again.

When Boss Dart saw my story, he actually deceived Gray and quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Gray, what Marcus is telling is just a story after all. No one can confirm whether this person exists. You think so, Marcus?"

"Yes, until I left Shining City, no one knew whether Batman's story was true or not. Just listen to it as a story."

But Gray's eyes swept away all distracting thoughts, leaving only a very pure will.

"It doesn't matter whether Batman is real or fake, but I will inherit his will. Didn't you tell me his will?"

"..."
Chapter completed!