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"Zheng? That's his name," Juin responded to Mr. Thompson's words, still in the dark about the boy's true identity.
"That's what the Chinese call his kind… For his type of beast, they were referred to as Zheng Nian, with Zheng being the name of the male beast and Nian the female. So, no. Zheng's not his name, just a description of what he is," Mr. Thompson explained patiently. He thought for a while before saying, "Maybe you should think of a name for him."
"Should I?"
"Naming him is part of the process to create a bond between the two of you, so he'll be more inclined to protect you…"
"You mean… to bond him as a Spirit Beast?" Juin thought of Taka and his Thunderbird.
"No…" Mr. Thompson sighed and looked back at Juin as he explained, "Juin, the process to create a Spirit Beast is a very cruel and painful one. It's basically a forced submission. In the best-case scenario, the beast would give in willingly. But in the worst-case scenario, which is often the case, the beast would be beaten until its will to live weaken, and its spirit, or soul, would then be forcefully extracted and merged with another being to strengthen the being's own power."
When he was still in the Order, Mr. Thompson was strongly against this practice, but his vote was always overridden by the majority. To protect the Order, it was necessary to create many Spirit Beasts that could strengthen and provide additional powers to the members of the Order who showed tremendous aptitudes.
Juin's eyes widened when he heard of the things people did to beasts to make them submit. "Why…"
"For power," Mr. Thompson said before Juin could finish his question. "Whether it's on Earth or in other dimensions, strength is everything, and the weak will always be trampled upon. So to avoid that, everyone will want strength and be the strongest. To achieve that, some of them will not hesitate to do even the cruelest act."
He then looked at the little boy and said, "Bond with him, or do whatever you can to keep him from falling into someone else's hands. He's a sentient mythological beast, and that makes him extremely valuable. There will be people coming after him. He might be strong, but he's still an inexperienced baby. There will always be someone stronger who has weapons that could be used against him."
Mr. Thompson sighed, wondering how did a sentient mythological beast end up on Earth, and such a young one at that. But then again, judging by the beast's rumored personality, it was most likely that "Zheng" got separated from his parents while playing and somehow ran into a portal; perhaps one of the portals that randomly appeared all over the world a few weeks back.
And he knew that he was most likely right.
The video was deleted halfway, and no one had seen Warlock or President Presley since then. But from the call with Warlock, Mr. Thompson knew that both of them were still alive. However, Mr. Thompson could tell from Warlock's voice that he was exhausted and weakened. And probably in no state to protect anyone at the moment.
Looking at Juin, who was looking at Zheng with a complicated expression, Mr. Thompson thought, "You're extremely lucky to have such a caring protector…"
"Ah, what else did the doctor say?" Juin suddenly asked before looking down at the bandages around his ribs and some around his left knee. "When can I be discharged?"
"A couple of your ribs has hairline cracks… And your knee is cut open by something, but otherwise, you are fine. At least, you won't die yet," Mr. Thompson said expressionlessly. "It's a good thing that all the surveillance cameras were badly damaged and the people were unconscious when you were attacked, or it will be hard to explain things… As of now, let's just keep this a mystery from the humans… and from Max."
"That goes without saying," Juin mumbled and sighed.
He then thought of Mrs. Martin and looked at Mr. Thompson. "What should I tell Mrs. Martin about him?"
He wasn't worried about explaining the injuries to Mrs. Martin. All he needed to do was to say that a group of hooligans jumped him earlier and that he did not realize the extent of his injury until he reached the restaurant… But how was he going to explain the kid?
"Let's just say that he's my distant relative…" Mr. Thompson shrugged.
"He's going to live with you?"
"No!" the man rejected immediately.
"Then that excuse won't work…" Juin sighed.
Mr. Thompson thought for a moment before saying, "Let's just say that he's a street kid that you helped earlier… He was extremely protective of you earlier, even threatening to bite the doctors. It's a good thing that I arrived at the same time as your ambulance, or who knows what he's going to do… I told the doctors that he's your younger brother, and Mrs. Martin was a little too upset to notice anything, so you have some time to think of how to get her to agree to him staying with you."
Juin nodded. He knew that with Mrs. Martin's soft heart, it would be easy for him to talk her into allowing the little boy to stay with them. The problem was his identification.
"He's going to need some sort of identity… and school… "
Mr. Thompson frowned. "This is getting complicated… I can get someone to forge an identity for him, but… I don't think he will go to school willingly."
A kiddish voice suddenly came from nearby. "I can stay by myself… I don't need to stay with him."
Mr. Thompson and Juin both looked at Zheng, who was rubbing his eyes with one hand while sitting in a crouch.
Both of them went "awww" in their minds upon seeing Zheng acting so adorably.
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"Zheng? That's his name," Juin responded to Mr. Thompson's words, still in the dark about the boy's true identity.
"That's what the Chinese call his kind… For his type of beast, they were referred to as Zheng Nian, with Zheng being the name of the male beast and Nian the female. So, no. Zheng's not his name, just a description of what he is," Mr. Thompson explained patiently. He thought for a while before saying, "Maybe you should think of a name for him."
"Should I?"
"Naming him is part of the process to create a bond between the two of you, so he'll be more inclined to protect you…"
"You mean… to bond him as a Spirit Beast?" Juin thought of Taka and his Thunderbird.
"No…" Mr. Thompson sighed and looked back at Juin as he explained, "Juin, the process to create a Spirit Beast is a very cruel and painful one. It's basically a forced submission. In the best-case scenario, the beast would give in willingly. But in the worst-case scenario, which is often the case, the beast would be beaten until its will to live weaken, and its spirit, or soul, would then be forcefully extracted and merged with another being to strengthen the being's own power."
When he was still in the Order, Mr. Thompson was strongly against this practice, but his vote was always overridden by the majority. To protect the Order, it was necessary to create many Spirit Beasts that could strengthen and provide additional powers to the members of the Order who showed tremendous aptitudes.
Juin's eyes widened when he heard of the things people did to beasts to make them submit. "Why…"
"For power," Mr. Thompson said before Juin could finish his question. "Whether it's on Earth or in other dimensions, strength is everything, and the weak will always be trampled upon. So to avoid that, everyone will want strength and be the strongest. To achieve that, some of them will not hesitate to do even the cruelest act."
He then looked at the little boy and said, "Bond with him, or do whatever you can to keep him from falling into someone else's hands. He's a sentient mythological beast, and that makes him extremely valuable. There will be people coming after him. He might be strong, but he's still an inexperienced baby. There will always be someone stronger who has weapons that could be used against him."
Mr. Thompson sighed, wondering how did a sentient mythological beast end up on Earth, and such a young one at that. But then again, judging by the beast's rumored personality, it was most likely that "Zheng" got separated from his parents while playing and somehow ran into a portal; perhaps one of the portals that randomly appeared all over the world a few weeks back.
And he knew that he was most likely right.
The video was deleted halfway, and no one had seen Warlock or President Presley since then. But from the call with Warlock, Mr. Thompson knew that both of them were still alive. However, Mr. Thompson could tell from Warlock's voice that he was exhausted and weakened. And probably in no state to protect anyone at the moment.
Looking at Juin, who was looking at Zheng with a complicated expression, Mr. Thompson thought, "You're extremely lucky to have such a caring protector…"
"Ah, what else did the doctor say?" Juin suddenly asked before looking down at the bandages around his ribs and some around his left knee. "When can I be discharged?"
"A couple of your ribs has hairline cracks… And your knee is cut open by something, but otherwise, you are fine. At least, you won't die yet," Mr. Thompson said expressionlessly. "It's a good thing that all the surveillance cameras were badly damaged and the people were unconscious when you were attacked, or it will be hard to explain things… As of now, let's just keep this a mystery from the humans… and from Max."
"That goes without saying," Juin mumbled and sighed.
He then thought of Mrs. Martin and looked at Mr. Thompson. "What should I tell Mrs. Martin about him?"
He wasn't worried about explaining the injuries to Mrs. Martin. All he needed to do was to say that a group of hooligans jumped him earlier and that he did not realize the extent of his injury until he reached the restaurant… But how was he going to explain the kid?
"Let's just say that he's my distant relative…" Mr. Thompson shrugged.
"He's going to live with you?"
"No!" the man rejected immediately.
"Then that excuse won't work…" Juin sighed.
Mr. Thompson thought for a moment before saying, "Let's just say that he's a street kid that you helped earlier… He was extremely protective of you earlier, even threatening to bite the doctors. It's a good thing that I arrived at the same time as your ambulance, or who knows what he's going to do… I told the doctors that he's your younger brother, and Mrs. Martin was a little too upset to notice anything, so you have some time to think of how to get her to agree to him staying with you."
Juin nodded. He knew that with Mrs. Martin's soft heart, it would be easy for him to talk her into allowing the little boy to stay with them. The problem was his identification.
"He's going to need some sort of identity… and school… "
Mr. Thompson frowned. "This is getting complicated… I can get someone to forge an identity for him, but… I don't think he will go to school willingly."
A kiddish voice suddenly came from nearby. "I can stay by myself… I don't need to stay with him."
Mr. Thompson and Juin both looked at Zheng, who was rubbing his eyes with one hand while sitting in a crouch.
Both of them went "awww" in their minds upon seeing Zheng acting so adorably.
"Zheng? That's his name," Juin responded to Mr. Thompson's words, still in the dark about the boy's true identity."That's what the Chinese call his kind For his type of beast, they were referred to as Zheng Nian, with Zheng being the name of the male beast and Nian the female. So, no. Zheng's not his name, just a description of what he is," Mr. Thompson explained patiently. He thought for a while before saying, "Maybe you should think of a name for him.""Should I?""Naming him is part of the process to create a bond between the two of you, so he'll be more inclined to protect you""You mean to bond him as a Spirit Beast?" Juin thought of Taka and his Thunderbird."No" Mr. Thompson sighed and looked back at Juin as he explained, "Juin, the process to create a Spirit Beast is a very cruel and painful one. It's basically a forced submission. In the best-case scenario, the beast would give in willingly. But in the worst-case scenario, which is often the case, the beast would be beaten until its will to live weaken, and its spirit, or soul, would then be forcefully extracted and merged with another being to strengthen the being's own power."When he was still in the Order, Mr. Thompson was strongly against this practice, but his vote was always overridden by the majority. To protect the Order, it was necessary to create many Spirit Beasts that could strengthen and provide additional powers to the members of the Order who showed tremendous aptitudes.Juin's eyes widened when he heard of the things people did to beasts to make them submit. "Why""For power," Mr. Thompson said before Juin could finish his question. "Whether it's on Earth or in other dimensions, strength is everything, and the weak will always be trampled upon. So to avoid that, everyone will want strength and be the strongest. To achieve that, some of them will not hesitate to do even the cruelest act."He then looked at the little boy and said, "Bond with him, or do whatever you can to keep him from falling into someone else's hands. He's a sentient mythological beast, and that makes him extremely valuable. There will be people coming after him. He might be strong, but he's still an inexperienced baby. There will always be someone stronger who has weapons that could be used against him."Mr. Thompson sighed, wondering how did a sentient mythological beast end up on Earth, and such a young one at that. But then again, judging by the beast's rumored personality, it was most likely that "Zheng" got separated from his parents while playing and somehow ran into a portal; perhaps one of the portals that randomly appeared all over the world a few weeks back.And he knew that he was most likely right.The video was deleted halfway, and no one had seen Warlock or President Presley since then. But from the call with Warlock, Mr. Thompson knew that both of them were still alive. However, Mr. Thompson could tell from Warlock's voice that he was exhausted and weakened. And probably in no state to protect anyone at the moment.Looking at Juin, who was looking at Zheng with a complicated expression, Mr. Thompson thought, "You're extremely lucky to have such a caring protector""Ah, what else did the doctor say?" Juin suddenly asked before looking down at the bandages around his ribs and some around his left knee. "When can I be discharged?""A couple of your ribs has hairline cracks And your knee is cut open by something, but otherwise, you are fine. At least, you won't die yet," Mr. Thompson said expressionlessly. "It's a good thing that all the surveillance cameras were badly damaged and the people were unconscious when you were attacked, or it will be hard to explain things As of now, let's just keep this a mystery from the humans and from Max.""That goes without saying," Juin mumbled and sighed.He then thought of Mrs. Martin and looked at Mr. Thompson. "What should I tell Mrs. Martin about him?"He wasn't worried about explaining the injuries to Mrs. Martin. All he needed to do was to say that a group of hooligans jumped him earlier and that he did not realize the extent of his injury until he reached the restaurant But how was he going to explain the kid?"Let's just say that he's my distant relative" Mr. Thompson shrugged."He's going to live with you?""No!" the man rejected immediately."Then that excuse won't work" Juin sighed.Mr. Thompson thought for a moment before saying, "Let's just say that he's a street kid that you helped earlier He was extremely protective of you earlier, even threatening to bite the doctors. It's a good thing that I arrived at the same time as your ambulance, or who knows what he's going to do I told the doctors that he's your younger brother, and Mrs. Martin was a little too upset to notice anything, so you have some time to think of how to get her to agree to him staying with you."Juin nodded. He knew that with Mrs. Martin's soft heart, it would be easy for him to talk her into allowing the little boy to stay with them. The problem was his identification."He's going to need some sort of identity and school "Mr. Thompson frowned. "This is getting complicated I can get someone to forge an identity for him, but I don't think he will go to school willingly."A kiddish voice suddenly came from nearby. "I can stay by myself I don't need to stay with him."Mr. Thompson and Juin both looked at Zheng, who was rubbing his eyes with one hand while sitting in a crouch.Both of them went "awww" in their minds upon seeing Zheng acting so adorably.
