Chapter 4 - Welcomed surprise

"Maman, est ce que je pourrais avoir une inscription au gym?" I asked my mother as soon as I returned home from the park. (Mom, can I get a gym membership?)

My mother seemed to be taken back by my question, "Mais pourquoi mon Chéri? Tu es encore jeune" she replied in a surprised and inquisitive tone. (But why my love? You're still young?)

"Je veux être fort, tout comme papa!" I said while taking a muscle man pose. (I want to be strong, just like Dad!)

"Mais mon chéri, tu es encore trop jeune pour de la musculation." She said in a gentle tone. (But my love, you're still too young for bodybuilding.)

"Pourtant tu me laisse m'entrainer au park non?" I asked a little frustrated. (But you let me train at the park, no?)

"On ne va pas avoir cette discussion, tu es trop jeune pour de la musculation un point c'est tout." She said with finality. (We're not about to have this discussion, you're too young for bodybuilding period.)

"Ok, d'accord." I replied with a heavy sigh as I walked to my room with a dejected look. (Ok, alright.)

God, I hate being a child again, having to ask permission for everything while being an adult on the inside is the worst thing about all this experience.

I understand where she was coming from, as any parent would probably deny their 10 years old child a gym membership. Guess I'll have to do with bodyweight training at the park for now.

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It has already been 2 years since I started working out at the park, I would simply do push-ups, pull-ups and finish with a run followed by squats. I would work out once every two days and give my body time to recuperate the next. The strength progression wasn't massive as I was still a kid and my body didn't develop muscles as fast as it should due to my lack of testosterone. I was waiting for my puberty to finally hit, as my testosterone levels would be 100 times higher than they were at the moment. With all this training I could still barely tap into less than 1% One For All, the only thing that seemed to have improved was my stamina. The rest was barely noticeable.

(A/N A 10-12 years old Male has less testosterone than a 10-12 years old Woman. So no there is not some incredible progress till he hits puberty so at like 13 years old.)

As I finished with my last series of squats, I let my body drop to the floor heavily. Breathing heavily I struggled to get my breath back to a constant rhythm. It was already 5 in the afternoon, and my mother insisted I get back home before 6 today for some unknown reason.

So with the little strength left in my body, I walked tiredly in direction of the house. As soon as I stepped inside I noticed how abnormally clean the house was. Walking deeper into the house, I found my mother dressed in a pretty designer dress with her hair fully done. She was sitting in front of her vanity mirror as she was adding some finishing touches to her makeup.

"Allons-nous quelque part?" I asked. (Are we going somewhere?)

"Non, on a des invités a 6 heures. Va prendre ta douche et fait toi beau, d'accord cheri?" She replied while her eyes never left her vanity mirror, as she was concentrating on her facial makeup. (No, we have guests at 6 PM, Go take a shower and dress well okay honey?)

"Ok," I said as I quickly rushed to the shower. It was the first time my mother had put so much effort into a guest's arrival. I assumed He must be someone important at my father's job.

It took me about 20 minutes to thoroughly clean myself and wear some of my best clothes. My father helped me put on a tie and my mother proceeded to do my hair.

At exactly 6 PM, a knock on the door was heard. My mother quickly rushed to the door to welcome the guest while my father and I stood side by side a couple of feet behind her. Giving the old lady that was welcomed into our home a bright smile.

"Hi, Angela!" My mother said in an elated tone in broken English clearly showing she had a heavy french accent.

(A/N Just realized I never gave you guys the parent's name...

Mother-> Clara Blanchet

Father-> Victor Leroy )

"Clara! How are you doing my love?" The lady said in a British accent as she proceeded to kiss my mother's left and right cheek.

"I'm doing great, let me introduce you to my family. This is my husband Victor" My mother said as she took a step to the side and pointed at my father who was holding a bouquet of flowers. That he immediately handed to the old lady named Angela.

"Angela, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." My father said in the same heavy french accent as my mother.

"The pleasure is all mine," she replied while taking the flowers.

"And my son Arthur," My mother continued.

I simply smiled shyly at her and waved.

" Oh, what a cute little boy!" She exclaimed as she bent down to my height and proceeded to pinch my cheeks.

Dinner with Angela was going pretty well, I didn't understand why my parents were showing so much respect to her. She seemed to be an acquaintance of my mother so no promotion from my dad's job. And as far as I was concerned my mother didn't work.

Without notice the conversation took a sudden turn.

"So what do you think?" My mother asked while looking at me.

Angela took a good look at me staring from head to toe, "I think he'll do great. I'll have a contract ready by tomorrow morning. We can discuss the agreement in more detail at my office."

With a puzzled look, I looked at my beaming mother, who seemed to be proud for some reason. Angela noticed and asked, "He doesn't know?"

"No, we didn't want to disappoint him if he didn't make the cut." My father said.

"Oh!" Angela said surprised, before whispering into my ear. "Well my dear, you're about to become a model."

A large grin spread onto my face, "A model, really!" I asked excitedly.

I too seemed to have developed a french accent but less prominent than my parent's.

"Yes, a model." My mom said, "you see Angela here is the CEO of a large brand by the name of Burberry. I used to work for her in my younger years." my mother added.

I turned to look at Angela who was simply giving me a gentle elderly smile.

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A/N

Large time skip next chapter and beginning of the plot.

And for those asking for a harem unfortunately it won't be a harem. For one simple reason most world travel Fics are harem oriented and that makes the story's boring as shit. The Mc simply chases girls in every new world and seem to only be motivated by his libido. I'll make the world travel either power oriented or adventure oriented.

Aa for love interest if you have any suggestions leave them down below I'm not completely decided on who it will be but by next chapter it will be a final decision.