After picking the kid up and lathering on yet another minor painkiller ointment, he sets him aside before checking on the two girls, still unconscious.
"Hmm, they look slightly better than when I found them." He mumbles as he lightly pressed on the bandages. "At this rate, they won't wake up anytime soon, better get an IV ready."
Ignoring the kid staring daggers into him, he made way to the kitchen to mix up a makeshift solution to keep the girls hydrated somewhat.
Once the bags were ready, he turned around only to see the kid standing at the door, still glaring at him.
"..." Slightly stunned, he set down the bag before picking up the kid and settling him down on the sofa in the living room.
"I like that look in your eye."
Hearing him comment about his eyes, the kid flinches in fear as Blake wondered what he did to warrant such a reaction.
At a loss of what to do, he decided that introductions were in order.
"The name is Blake." He began as he finally got the kid to meet his eyes. "Retired soldier and the person who rescued you from whatever wreck or accident you guys were a part of."
"..."
The kid glared at him as he introduced himself. Seeing the kid keeping his silence, Blake continued on. "Look, it's impressive that you woke up so soon after that accident, but you need sleep and rest in order for your body to grow."
Still no response other than staring.
"What are the girls going to think when they wake up in a better condition than you?" Blake challenged him, and to his surprise, the boy showed some signs of understanding.
"Now you actually react huh?" Blake scoffed, "The room I put you guys in is my bedroom, you kids can stay there as long as it takes in order for y'all to recover. After that, y'all need to tell me who you guys are."
As the kid was about to respond, Blake knocked him unconscious with a light tap onto his head, before carrying him back to the room and tucking him in.
"Still no good with kids." He complained to himself as he closed the door. "But he sure is invested in those girls. What are they, Siblings?"
Recalling the state of their wounds, Blake decided that any more thinking wouldn't be helpful so he returned to the dining room.
Contemplating on what to do next with the kids, he paced around the room before noticing the makeshift IV bags abandoned on the kitchen counter.
"Ah, I forgot to hook up the IVs."
—
It's been a week since the incident.
As usual, it has been covered up by all the major corporations and suppressed, with no more mentions of it seen anywhere.
Blake turned off the display in his living room before turning his attention to the three kids sitting around the dining table.
Still covered in a couple bandages, all three of them were looking much better than before.
The boy even managed to grow a few centimeters, much to Blake's surprise.
The girls showed a rosy complexion, indicating that their recovery was much faster than he expected.
"I wonder how much longer my bank account can last with these three black holes." Blake whispered under his breath as he watched them drink the herbal soup he made for their lunch.
Thankfully, when he ordered clothes for the kids to wear, he noticed that they were all relatively the same shape, so he just got several sets of boy's clothing for them to wear.
Despite his numerous attempts over the week to have them engage in conversation, the trio stayed silent.
Suspecting foul play, he decided to check their vocal cords to see if there were any signs of tampering.
To his relief and dismay, there were no signs of anything amiss.
At this point, he decided to start teaching them how to speak, thinking that whoever gave them the bare necessities decided that teaching them language was not part of it.
Starting with the boy, as he was the most responsive of the three.
The boy in question shivered as he swiveled his head around to see if something had arrived, before meeting eyes with Blake, along with a slight sense of impending doom.
"Com'ere kid, time to start learning." He grinned as he got up from the couch.
—
A month has passed.
Over this period of time, Blake has made several notable discoveries about the kids he managed to rescue.
Faint scars have appeared over all parts of their bodies.
At first, he thought that they were a result from the injuries sustained in the accident, but he quickly ruled that out as they healed completely with no trace of their existence.
Additionally, whenever he poked at them or focused his attention on the scars, the children would start shivering in fear.
[An involuntary reaction, caused by whatever or whoever created these scars.] Blake thought as he watched the kids flip through a picture book he got them to help them learn.
His next discovery was their age and their inability to communicate.
As he helped them recover and change their bandages, he estimated that the kids were about five or six years old.
In a world where even three year old's were fully able to communicate with adults, this was very strange, especially since the boy showed that he understood everything that was said, but was unable to articulate anything.
[Their emotional quota is also way beyond levels typical for kids. If I don't give them anything or tell them to do something, those brats are perfectly content just watching me.] Blake complained, as he found their stares unsettling.
Blake's most recent discovery was the boy's talent.
The kid was drawn to anything electrical; his phone, tablet, and PC have all been disassembled and reassembled throughout the month. Multiple times as well.
Yet, the kid was also the last one to pronounce a word, much to his dismay.
"Alright, I'm off to get groceries! Take care of the house!" Blake yelled into the small house before exiting and locking the door behind him.
"Thankfully, I chose a relatively remote place to live~" He hummed to himself as he followed the route laid down by his AI assistant to a store further away than usual.
A habit he couldn't shake off from his active duty times, Blake found it annoying but still put up with it, as it helped him stay hidden from whoever was trying to find him. If there were anyone trying to look for him in the first place.
On the way back from the store, hands full of groceries, he felt a small reaction coming from his house.
Concerned, he started running back, ignoring the fact that the groceries would be roughed up.
Quickly unlocking his door, he ran in only to be met with a bizarre scene.
The shorter girl was currently sitting crossed legged, hovering in the living room.
The taller girl was playing with several elemental balls at the dining table.
The boy was clapping his hand, sitting on the sofa with Blake's tablet next to him.
Filled with shock, Blake silently set down everything he was carrying into the kitchen before silently scooting over the boy and joining him at the couch.
"Well, I'll be damned." Blake muttered as he watched on.
"Damned! Damned!" The boy echoed in glee, still clapping and happy for his sisters.
"Shush you." Blake lightly smacked his head as both girls got tired from exploring their new found abilities. "I still don't even know if y'all are even related by blood."
Ever since he taught them about family, they have all decided that he was the father and they were all siblings, much to Blake's dismay.
Both girls came over to him, faces showing that they wanted praise, which he gladly gave them.
As he ruffled their hair, both girls fell asleep, leaning against the couch, causing him to let out a tired sigh.
With the boy's help, Blake moved the girls into their room and into their bed.
He then settled onto the couch, contemplating on what to do next.
Soon, the boy also climbed onto the couch and leaned against him, with Blake's tablet in hand.
"This kid." Blake snorted as he shifted himself into a more comfortable position.
Thinking back to the sight of the two girls showing their talents in cultivation and magic, a bleak expression formed on his face.
Kids would get tested around 10 years old, with some being tested as late as 13. This would then determine which school they entered, tech, magic, or cultivation.
But now at the ripe old age of six, they showed unprecedented talent in each respective vocation.
"Looks like it's time to hit up some old connections." Blake muttered with a defeated look on his face. "My peaceful time alone is about to end with this. But these kids deserve better."
With a new look of determination, Blake got off the couch, much to the boy's dismay.
Ignoring his silent protests, Blake reached up a tall shelf and pulled out a safe.
Unlocking the safe, he pulled out an older model phone.
A look of nostalgia appeared on his face for a brief moment before he shook it off and turned it on.
After a system update, Blake scrolled through its contacts list before settling on a number.
"Phew, here goes nothing."
Pressing the call button, Blake steeled his resolve one more time.
"Time for you to pick up, you old bastard."