Even at 10 years old my father was holding me tightly... I think that despite him knowing my strength, which is not inferior to normal and even relatively trained adults, in addition to special means such as certain skills and energy or like Shady, he must have still been worried given that I'm still a child and of course... usual paternal concern...
"Dad…it's squeezing…"
"A.. sorry, son" He replied and let go a little.
"Okay" I smiled at him, but I felt his aura change a little.
"We should still talk about his actions without communicating son" he said with a smile that wasn't a smile.
"Regardless of your abilities, you are still a minor and not even a teenager."
I didn't comment because I knew it wasn't very interesting... and responsible even though I told them on the way... but my duty and trust still made me go...
"Cough cough, dad and where is mom?" I asked him about the matter.
He looked at me for a moment and responded as he walked towards a nearby security guard.
"She was worried but she went to see her aunt and I already sent her a message that you are safe."
"Okay daddy"
He kissed me on the forehead and went to guide some things safely and I watched, curious to know which organization and his father's position in it, especially given the clear movement of the police... I also had the impression that he showed two items of different identities, depending from the position of the individual….
…
After the father decided to go back to the mother, there she was with her black hair and golden yellow eyes like light talking to a woman beside her, of African descent, about the same height as my mother, wearing a black dress and a Beautiful stone necklace decorated with symbols and letters. And similar to my mother, she had white hair that was different in age given her fair young skin and also didn't look dyed and more like a peculiar characteristic...
And what's more is that with my Haki, which I passed quickly, I felt a strong and innate energy, in no way weaker than my mother's, it was a great power and came from the biological... and for some reason it reminded me of a storm...
And she seemed to feel it and looked back at me, making our eyes meet.
At the same time, the mother, seeing her friend's gaze avert, looked in the same direction and this time my gaze met my mother's and after a while she gave a sigh and had a relieved and relaxed look, the gaze became penetrating. .
And she came towards us.
And when she arrived in front of me, her father gave her a light kiss on the lips and her mother hugged us.
Of course this didn't last long...as he looked at me seriously, but with a smile like a saint without leaving room for discussion...
"Adrian, we'll talk later ok"
"Okay..Mommy…" I could only agree with my head a little lowered as I pretended not to see my parents who seemed pleased, and tried to find a way to justify myself…at least to reduce any punishment.
And the mother taking the father's mother took us in front of the white-haired woman from before.
"Good love, this is mom's friend. Her name is Ororo" My mother introduced with a smile.
And the friend came in front of me and lightly touched my hair.
"Nice to meet you, Adrian, right? I am Ororo" She had a gentle smile on her face that even looked like a queen.
"And from what I saw today and…"
She looked at me for a moment as if she was remembering the feeling of Haki...it is very sensitive. I should also avoid using it, I might end up offending someone unnecessarily...I pretended not to notice her look.
"A boy without a doubt special and unique… even doing missions at the airport"
"It's a pleasure, auntie, you have beautiful hair and a beautiful necklace" I said with a sweet voice and a smile, getting away from the subject and avoiding causing me more problems.
"Thank you beautiful boy" she touched her hair more and didn't continue with the subject.
"I also have many stories to tell about your mother's life, it may not seem like it, but she is definitely someone who liked to cause chaos... there was, for example, one time when we went to carry out a mission in favor of mutants and a group of extremists she mistreated a series of teenagers, then she exploded with light and darkness-"
I listened to the story amused, but my mother mentioned Aunt Ororo.
"Cough Cough, let's not tell that now, ok Oro, and well…it's not exactly necessary to tell that either" My mother said it and the aunt didn't tell it for now but I was dying to know…the mother definitely has a face and a story as a revolutionary, my father told me some things he heard from his mother while his mother told me what he heard from his father, who was a little rebellious, but seemed more serious and military...I thought it was funny and beautiful how they told each other's stories, even if often they weren't seeing there…although they also told stories of the two of them together…