When Peter returned to the farm, he saw Mark standing helplessly in front of the unconscious Clark.
Peter quickly walked to Clark, picked him up, and asked Mark, "What happened, Mark?"
"I...I didn't mean to."
Mark was clearly terrified, stammering, "I accidentally threw the lawnmower into the sky, and it fell down...and hit Clark."
"Dad, I...I didn't mean to."
He thought Clark might be permanently incapacitated from being hit by him.
Peter checked Clark's body and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was unharmed.
"Alright, John, I know you didn't mean to."
Peter reached out and stroked his hair, "But we need to take Clark to the hospital."
He told Mark to get Clark's clothes from the room while he went to get the car.
Although he knew Clark's body of steel couldn't be sent to an early grave by a lawnmower, it was better to get him checked at the hospital just in case.
At Smallville Central Hospital, the Doctor was examining Clark when Jonathan and Martha pushed open the door and entered.
"Clark!"
Martha saw Clark, who was obediently cooperating with the Doctor, and excitedly rushed over to hug him.
"That's great, Clark, you're alright."
The Doctor put down his stethoscope and said to Martha, "Mrs. Kent, Clark is in very good condition now, there's nothing wrong with him."
"Thank you."
Martha repeatedly thanked the Doctor.
Peter, standing nearby, nudged the downcast Mark.
Mark nervously walked over to Martha, "I'm sorry, Aunt, I'm the one who caused Clark to get hurt."
Seeing Mark's self-reproachful look, Martha knelt down and held his hand to comfort him: "It's not your fault, John, I know you didn't mean to."
She had witnessed Mark's laser cutting through a human body when he was a child and knew about Mark's superpowers.
Comforting Mark, her worried gaze turned towards Clark.
Clark being unharmed after being hit by such a heavy lawnmower indicated that he, like Mark, was not an ordinary person.
She had originally planned to send Clark to school soon, but now it seemed that the matter of schooling needed to be discussed thoroughly with Jonathan and Peter.
Half an hour later.
Mark walked out of the hospital with his father, still unable to shake off his self-reproachful emotions.
Birds chirped in the street, and bees buzzed.
The air was filled with the fragrance of honeysuckle, and the Sun was bright, yet Mark felt unusually awful.
He hated the Sun, he hated the blue sky.
Damn birds and bees, why don't they go hide in some dark corner?
"Mark?"
The last sentence was mumbled by Mark, and Peter, hearing it, immediately glared at him, "Did you just curse?"
This brat actually curses now?!
Is that something someone his age should say?
Mark, after mumbling that sentence, immediately realized he had caused trouble.
Seeing Peter's unfriendly glare, he immediately cowered.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I..."
He instinctively protected his butt.
Peter didn't attack Mark's butt but instead knelt down and asked him, "Tell Dad, who did you learn that from?"
Seeing Peter's serious expression, Mark became even more uneasy.
He knew that once Dad's face turned serious, it meant he was very angry.
"Little Sam Jones."
Mark stammered out the name of the culprit behind him.
Peter thought for a moment, this was the dark-skinned kid who lived near Lana's house.
"Don't play with this dark-skinned kid anymore."
He didn't have a good impression of Black people.
What if this kid passed on the Black culture to Mark?
Imagining Mark speaking Black slang all the time and smoking weed every day in the future, he suddenly felt unwell.
"Okay, okay."
Mark nodded.
Soon he remembered something else, "Dad, is Clark like me too?"
After being hit by the lawnmower, Clark just slept it off and was fine; he felt that Clark was not a normal person.
Peter nodded and said to him, "He is like you, you are both gifted individuals, and you are also brothers."
"But..."
Mark said hesitantly, "He's not Dad's biological son, I am."
He originally thought his advantage was inheriting his father's talent compared to Clark.
Now that Clark had also awakened his talent, he felt his position might be at risk.
Peter looked at the conflicted Mark in surprise.
This kid cares so much about being biological?
What if he knew he was sent by a spaceship, wouldn't he have a mental breakdown?
He needed to find an opportunity to counsel this kid about his concept of blood relations.
"Yes, Mark, you are Dad's son, and always will be."
Peter comforted him for a few sentences, then turned the topic to the lawnmower, "Think, Mark, if the lawnmower you threw had hit someone other than Clark, wouldn't you have killed someone?"
Mark nodded dejectedly.
Peter continued to guide him: "So you want to go to school, but if you lose control in a moment of urgency, you might hurt your classmates. Wouldn't that cause a big disaster?"
Mark hummed, feeling that his father made a lot of sense.
"So...our training cannot stop."
Peter had previously trained him and Clark to concentrate, but the effect was not very obvious; it seemed he needed to increase the difficulty.
At night, Patrick Farm.
Mark was drinking milk while trying to crush the shell of a raw egg in his hand.
Peter said that he couldn't control his strength when he was emotional.
So he made him try to crush the eggshell without breaking the yolk inside while drinking milk (Mark would make a somewhat perverse expression when drinking milk).
Although he could do it in his normal state, he couldn't concentrate on the egg in his hand when drinking milk.
"Crack!"
Looking at the crushed egg in his hand, Mark, with a long face, picked up another egg as if life had lost all meaning.
At the same time.
Late at night, Officer Lyne received a call reporting that another jewelry store in Smallville had been robbed.
When he drove to the jewelry store, the Police were already conducting a scene investigation.
"Was it that guy again?"
Looking at the messy scene, Officer Lyne asked the Police officer in charge of the scene.
Similar cases, plus the Luther Family Bank robbery, had already occurred three times today.
"Highly likely, no one else could have such strength to tear open a steel door."
The Police officer in charge of the scene pointed to the store door, which looked as if it had been torn open directly by a Talon.
"What is this? A werewolf?"
Officer Lyne chuckled and shook his head, "We don't have any werewolf legends here."
"Are there any surveillance cameras at the scene?"
He continued to ask.
"No, the surveillance cameras were destroyed beforehand, so no video clues were left."
"This is truly terrible!"
As he spoke, Officer Lyne walked near the broken glass shards and picked up a small green crystalline stone from the ground.
"What is this?"