Manhattan.
East Village.
Palm Community.
A yellow corolla slowly approached from not far away. After reaching the orange-walled single-family Villa that had changed ownership and name a month ago, it turned a corner and drove uphill towards the garage next to the Villa.
As Gwen drove the vehicle to the garage entrance, the garage door automatically opened to both sides.
Gwen drove the car into the garage and parked it next to a black audi a8 that shimmered black under the lights.
This black audi a8 was purchased by Hawke after he moved here.
Since Hawke bought this A8, Gwen's yellow corolla has basically not been used on school days.
Don't ask.
If you ask, it's because Hawke is too much of a man to freeload rides, and Gwen doesn't care.
As of today, the audi a8's passenger seat has completely conformed to Gwen's shape.
After Gwen got out of the car, she opened the corolla's trunk, took out the shopping bags she had purchased at the supermarket on her way over, and walked towards the door connecting the garage to the living room.
As soon as she opened the door, Gwen heard the rhythmic thudding sounds coming from the backyard.
She glanced over.
Sure enough.
He was punching again.
Gwen smiled slightly, placed her car keys and shopping bags on the bar, then put her hands into the pockets of her wool coat. As she passed through the living room, she grabbed a towel from the coffee table and walked towards the backyard.
In the backyard, the sandbag hanging under the big tree swayed precariously and groaned in pain under Hawke's one-sided assault.
Hawke was shirtless. As he threw punches, his blood and Qi boiled, and White mist rose from his body like wolf smoke.
After Gwen walked out of the living room, she watched Hawke, who was focused on punching, without making a sound. Instead, she leaned against the corridor railing, smiling as she admired the masterpiece of Hawke punching before her.
After a while.
Hawke threw his ten thousandth punch of the day at the sandbag in front of him.
Boom!
The sandbag suddenly stopped, then with a tearing sound, the bottom of the sandbag suddenly split open, and its filling instantly poured out with a whoosh.
Gwen, who was leaning against the railing and admiring this scene, raised her eyebrows.
"Is this the tenth one?"
"Eleven."
Hawke glanced at the ruined sandbag, said a word, and turned to walk towards Gwen.
Gwen smiled and threw the towel in her hand towards Hawke.
"Go take a shower. I'll cook. Mom taught me another dish yesterday."
"Okay."
Hawke took the towel and watched Gwen, who turned and walked into the living room after saying that. He wiped his non-existent sweat from his forehead with the towel as he followed her into the living room.
Gwen carried the grocery bags towards the kitchen.
Hawke, meanwhile, went up the stairs to the master bedroom on the third floor.
In the bathroom.
As the shower turned on, Hawke, standing under the showerhead, had his blood and Qi, which had just been boiling from exercise, steaming like wolf smoke with the mist.
Amidst the wolf smoke enveloping his body, the faint shadows of the Blue Dragon and Phoenix could be seen.
Hawke closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his Little Universe, then he looked up at the starry sky.
What he saw.
In the starry sky of his Little Universe, which previously had only been adorned by Phoenix, a second constellation had now appeared.
Phoenix, wings spread, facing West!
dragon, head raised, rising East!
In the starry sky of the Little Universe, the newly lit dragon and Phoenix constellations seemed to divide the river, yet also formed a mutually protective犄角.
Above the starry sky.
Phoenix spreads its wings.
dragon raises its head!
Yes.
His second constellation, dragon, had lit up.
In fact, when Hawke was at Calvin Cemetery, he had already outlined the dragon constellation.
But the dragon constellation was truly lit five days ago.
After he returned from Quantico, he vaguely felt that the time to light up the dragon constellation had come, so he postponed his trip to Africa, planning to light up dragon first.
A craftsman must sharpen his tools if he is to do his work well.
And lighting up dragon five days ago proved that his choice was not wrong.
The Little Universe is the fundamental determinant of a saint seiya's strength.
The stronger the Little Universe, the stronger the saint seiya.
And his Little Universe became stronger because of the lit dragon.
It wasn't a false strengthening.
It was a real strengthening.
The moment dragon was lit, Hawke found that his Little Universe expanded at a visible rate.
His Little Universe, which could originally only accommodate the Phoenix star map, could now accommodate both Phoenix and dragon with plenty of room to spare.
However, his Little Universe still honored Phoenix.
If you ask, it's because Phoenix was the first constellation he lit.
But he also gained the core power of dragon.
The fierceness of the dragon, and the protection of the dragon.
But this was not the biggest gain.
The biggest gain was that after Hawke lit up dragon, the Sixth Sense he had been longing for also seemed to be within reach.
He seemed to have seen the door to the Sixth Sense.
This is good.
One must know that Hawke previously didn't even know where the door to the Sixth Sense was.
Now it's different.
He already knew where the door to the Sixth Sense was, and the rest would be easy.
Following this path, he would be able to touch the threshold of the Sixth Sense, then push open the door to the Sixth Sense, thereby mastering the Sixth Sense and further elevating his Little Universe.
These days, Hawke had been continuing to research information about Wakanda online, while also trying to see if he could make further progress on the path to the Sixth Sense before going to Wakanda.
The result…
The Sixth Sense, visible but untouchable.
As for Wakanda?
Hawke couldn't wait for summer vacation. He planned to ask his counselor for leave in a few days and then head to Wakanda.
Anyway, he had already received his New York University admission letter for September, so whether he attended the last semester or not didn't make much difference.
Other classmates were the same.
Except for those who hadn't received early university invitation letters and were still consulting their counselors about other universities at the last minute, most of the students who had received early invitation letters had almost all taken leave one after another.
Some wanted to take advantage of the last semester to work part-time and save more living expenses for university.
Some were invited by universities to visit their future universities in advance.
Others simply didn't want to go to school and planned to lie down at home and rest.
Midtown High School would not make things difficult for them.
Because those who could receive early university invitation letters had also already earned enough credits, they could graduate smoothly even if they didn't attend a single class in the last semester.
Of course.
Just don't miss the graduation ceremony in June and the graduation ball afterward.
After a while.
When Hawke finished showering, changed into clothes Gwen had picked out for him when they went shopping last weekend, and came downstairs to the dining room, Gwen had already prepared breakfast.
Hawke's eyes lit up as he looked at the breakfast already laid out on the table.
"Wow."
"How is it?"
Gwen smiled at Hawke, wanting his evaluation.
Hawke looked at Gwen with a serious expression.
"Seriously, what would I do without you?"
"Then don't lose me."
Gwen, who was organizing the family heirloom recipe cards she had borrowed from her mother, Helen, also replied to Hawke with a serious expression, then her face broke into a smile: "Hurry and eat, see if it's good."
Hawke responded, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Gwen, holding the recipe cards, sat opposite Hawke, waiting for him to finish eating while finding new cards to copy.
In the U.S., every housewife's recipes are passed down in the form of cards.
Gwen's cards were no different.
However, she would have to take these cards back home to her mother, Helen, later, but she could make a copy and keep it here, to give to her daughter later when she had one.
"Oh, right."
Hawke, who was eating the breakfast Gwen had made, thought of Wakanda again and looked up at Gwen, who was diligently copying recipe cards, asking, "You're going to Berkeley University next week, right?"
Gwen, who was copying the recipe cards, hummed, "Yes, next week. Two months, I'll be back at the end of May."
Berkeley University had sent her an invitation to visit Berkeley University for a two-month university tour starting next week.
After Hawke confirmed the time with Gwen, he nodded and said nothing more.
Perfect.
Next week, Gwen would visit Berkeley University.
He would visit Wakanda in Africa.
Hmm.
Perfect.
Soon.
After Hawke finished breakfast and Gwen finished copying the recipe cards, they cleared the dining table together and went outside to begin the day's work.
Mowing the lawn.
Here's a cold joke.
In the U.S., if you don't regularly mow the lawn in front of your house, you will be fined.
The same goes for hanging clothes out to dry.
Some states are even stricter; you might get fined for growing vegetables.
Fortunately, the previous owner had left a lawnmower in the utility room, specifically bought for mowing the lawn.
After Hawke pushed out the lawnmower, he watched Gwen expertly inspect the machine, and once again couldn't help but exclaim, "Seriously, what would I do without you?"
Gwen looked up at Hawke and, once again, said very seriously, "Again, whatever you do, don't lose me."
As her words fell.
Gwen pulled with her right hand, and with a sputtering sound, the lawnmower instantly entered working mode.
Although Gwen's family lived in an apartment.
But…
Gwen's maternal grandfather was a farmer in the South, so Gwen was very skilled with various tools.
Thus, Hawke, under Gwen's direction, pushed the lawnmower to trim the lawns in front of the house.
Neighbors in the community who heard the lawnmower's noise looked at the scene. Some turned and went back inside, while others' eyes lit up, and they also brought out their own lawnmowers.
Anyway, it was the weekend, and they had nothing to do. In a short while, the sounds of several lawnmowers filled the air above Palm Community.
By the time Hawke finished mowing the two lawns in front of the house, it was already eleven in the morning.
Gwen saw that the task was complete and prepared to leave.
She had plans to go shopping with Mary this afternoon.
Hawke watched Gwen back her car out of the garage and said with a smile, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Gwen responded and then drove the vehicle out of the garage.
Hawke watched Gwen drive away from the neighborhood, and just as he turned to clean the lawnmower.
Suddenly.
The door to the Sixth Sense trembled violently.
The next second.
A formidable aura erupted from Hawke's body. With a whoosh, he turned again, fixing his gaze on the direction Gwen had left!
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