Training time

Honey!

Honey! wakeup! , 

Grandma shouted as she shook the unconscious grandpa.

John, who was now in his senses, muttered, "Is that grandpa?" as his voice began shaking before he burst into tears. With his hand over his mouth, he screamed,

no! no!

before moving slowly over to go help his grandma.

"I knew he shouldn't have stayed there", grandma sobbed continously.

"I'm okay, honey; it's just some minor bruises that can heal up in a few days", said Grandpa in a weak tone because of his severe injuries.

Grandma immediately burst into tears as she heard those words from her severely injured husband.

"Never ever leave me again!" she said passionately while hugging her injured husband tightly.

"You are hurting me, honey", 

Granpa replied but got no response from his wife because she clenched onto him like she was never going to let go.

John, on the other hand, was carried away with all the fast action and didn't know what to do. Grandma helped Grandpa to the bed before rushing to get first aid. John, on the other hand, carelessly crouched on the floor, looking at the stars.

"If only these stars could fall upon me, maybe this would all be over".

Grandma applied some quick first aid to Grandpa as he lay on the bed.

while John was trying to remember every single memory of his late parents throughout the whole night.

The following morning, Grandpa was now able to sit on his own, at least due to the fact that he was also one of the powerful supernaturals.

"hey honey! Get back to bed. "What are you sitting up for?" grandma worriedly yelled out to her husband. I don't know if it's John, but I feel like he has a lot to learn, especially now that other fallen ones are looking for him, because John may actually be...

slam!

went to the door as a furious John walked into the room holding a whip. "Tell me everything I need to know, grandpa", he yelled while still maintaining the furious look on his face.

"Okay, John, but could you bring that whip down a bit from my face", replied Grandpa as he tried to stare away from the whip that John had directed towards him.

"Oh, this?! I used this to chase a big ass rat from the apartment a few minutes ago, but that's not the problem, grandpa; I just want to become stronger!", John said before adding a serious look to his face.

"Very well, John, but why do you want to become stronger?"

"Revenge! Revenge!" said the furious John as he clenched his arms. "I want to be like them—the supernaturals. They have all the skills it needs to at least survive in this harsh world, be it powers or no powers."

"But John, you don't have any."

"Cut the bullsh*t, gramps. I felt overflowing powers that moment I slumped. I don't know what it was, but it was the complete opposite of me." John spoke in a really pissed tone, looking like he was going to rip apart his grandfather.

"I'm so sorry, John,", grandpa stuttered, as he had never seen his grandson so enraged.

"Well, if you really are sorry, why don't you teach me those killer moves I saw you teach Mom many years ago?".

"Oh, that", grandpa stuttered, but he still had that shocked look on his face because he had never expected his grandson to be so determined and have a great memory.

"So you're going to teach me or what?", said John while scratching his hair. "My dumbass John is getting mature", grandma thought as she sat there listening to John's plea.

"Go get yourself ready; I'll be out in a minute", grandpa said. John immediately went to his room to gather all the tools he thought he needed.

"A 3kg shoe, 10kg dumbbells, 30kg body weights...", he muttered to himself as he picked the items one by one.

Grandma and Grandpa had a serious conversation concerning what John needs to actually know to prevent him from going on a suicide mission. After their fierce discussion,

"Go get me the old wheel chair in the basement since I can't walk now", said Grandpa to his wife.

"Ok," she replied without adding any affectionate words because of their previous fierce argument.

Grandma pushed Granpa on his wheel chair toward where John was.

"Ready when you are, Gramps," John said, with his body full of heavy equipment and clothing. "What the hell are you doing, John", Grandpa asked. "I'm getting prepared," he replied.

Grandma and Pa nodded their heads in discontent and disbelief as their dumb*ss John was still the same.

"Remove that sh*t now!"

"like seriously?! I mean, it took a ton to put them on in the first place," bellowed John.

"Anyways, I'll be teaching you about energy control."

"Like the ones in the novels?"

"yes son! yes!"

"Stand up and take a deep breath now!" said Grandpa as he pointed toward John's chest. "Your chest is where your core is settled. Don't let anyone hit you too hard there, okay? added Granpa in a serious tone.

"Now shall we get back to business?" said Granpa.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in...

After a two-hour training session,

"And that's the end of today's training," said Grandpa after a two-hour lesson of breathing techniques. Grandma immediately offered John juice and left her exhausted husband to himself.

"I wonder what could have separated these two," John thought.

*Somewhere in Europe

"Adam is down, sir, with his core destroyed."

"I see, so he is back!" Is Adam in a place to talk?"

"no sir. He is currently receiving treatment but wouldn't be able to use his core."

"very well. Did you find any evidence in the fight scene?"

"No sir..."

slam!

"Damwit, if you don't find Kevin in 48 hours, you will be sitting next to Adam on that bed."

"confirmed sir"

"Our reunion is closer, 'Kevin the traitor' ".