Chapter 4: My parents and cultivation progress...

1 year has passed since I started cultivating and I can say with supreme confidence that cultivating is SUPER boring and very time-consuming. When it comes to progress I have successfully absorbed 20 specs of Qi into my dantian. while this may not sound like a lot to me its at least something and shows that I am progressing and honestly in my past life I loved to procrastinate even on things I enjoyed doing like reading or playing video games. So being able to see the progress I am making even if it hasn't given me any rewards yet is satisfying beyond words and I can't wait to see how strong I will be able to become. Now when it comes to my everyday life it is quite boring all things considered all I do is lay around, play with my parents, or a nanny when they are on patrol. drink milk straight from the source *wink* *wink* if ya know what I mean. But honestly, I have already started to drink cows milk because breastfeeding from your mother as a baby with the personality and cognitive ability of a 23-year-old adult male is just weird. I have also started to use single words to speak with my parents, not full sentences like some kind of freak but a word or 2 to show I understand, and that, I am in fact, a genius! I have also started to walk which is earlier than most babies but it allows me to start to train those muscles without actually doing real training because that would just be weird seeing a baby do a full work out routine. Now when it comes to being a baby I would have to give myself an easy A+++ because I am, in fact, the greatest baby ever. before I could speak the only time I would cry is if I was really hungry or had an accident that needed to be cleaned up. Now that I speak a few words I simply ask for food and the restroom by saying "food" or "potty", so yeah, I'm kinda the best.

now on to some juicy details, I have learned from my parents while listening in on conversations and while they tell be bed time stories.

It seems both of my parents are SUPERHEROES! how cool is that! I knew they would be because it was one of my wishes but still pretty freakin cool if you ask me.

my father who seems to go by the name "Reinhardt" when he is a superhero wears a full metal suit that makes him look like some kind of modern-day knight with a jet-propelled hammer that he swings around like its just some kind of paperweight. He stands for justice and is a strongman type in his hero team who protects the weak with a big smile and a jovial laugh. he seems to be loved by the people of the city but isn't one of those massively popular heroes like "starlight" the world's first hero. when it comes to his personal life he is honestly kind of a muscle brain and a little clumsy, but he always has the best intentions in mind and tries his best in everything he does.

my mother, on the other hand, goes by the name "mercy" when she is out patrolling the streets. she wears a futuristic or modern-day angle armor with most of it being white with darker accents to make the white pop. the most noticeable feature of her uniform is the artificial angel wings on her back which allow her to glide behind her allies concentrate on healing and boosting a single target fighting capability. She seems to carry a weird staff that focuses her healing and buff on one target. But you would be mistaken to think she doesn't have any offensive capabilities because she is always packin, you know what I mean, that heat, that fire, that piece maker, that GAT!

what I'm trying to say is she has this laser gun and its pretty cool, so yeah. Anyways when it comes to her role as a mom I couldn't have asked for someone better, she is basically an angel incarnate, except when she's angry, then she is a walking demon that the devil released on this plane to torment evildoers and maybe the muscle brain father who throws their 1-YEAR-OLD BABY 50 FEET IN THE AIR and catches him when he returns from the moon back to earth. it is one thing to fly on your own but it is entirely another when you are expecting a nice walk around the yard and garden but are instead hurled to the moon without any warning at all!

After thinking about the past year and all the things my mother and father tell me I find out that they are in fact not the actual members of overwatch. it seems god had a little fun when making my parents or whatever he did and decided to throw a little wink and nod to overwatch by having my parents' hero personas named after the characters from the game. At first, I thought he messed up and put in the overwatch world but luckily I was reassured by hearing that both of them had graduated from lander a few years prior and had joined a team that just so happened to be named overwatch.

While thinking all of this I Think about the fact that about 90 percent of the population is your everyday non-superhuman. they make up the general population and are the backbone of the society I live in. Now another 5 percent of the total population is supers, humans who are born or develop a power at a young age and have full control over it. now out of those 5 percent, less than 1 percent of the population has the power required or the determination required to become a superhero, this goes to show why the population of superheroes are so low. now for the other, 5 percent or so, the "powereds" these unfortunate souls are born with a power but unfortunately can not control it so they are usually outcasts who are tossed away in fear of their powers going on a rampage and potentially hurting or killing someone nearby. In the worst cases, a flair of emotion could wipe out a city block or more causing the accidental deaths of thousands of lives.

now luckily I am part of that select few who are supers and does have the drive to become a superhero so I need to stop daydreaming and get back to work because hopefully, I will be able to start training my body soon and begin my journey on the road to becoming an IMMORTAL(?) BODY CULTIVATING, KICK-ASS SUPERHERO!