(On A Plane) 1987 February 20th
"Mom, is what Dad said about Japan true?" My son asked while staring at his mom curiously.
"Yes, Lucas, what your Dad told you about Asia with their hair and eyes is more or less true." His mom patiently explained.
'Sorry Lucus... But your father left out some vital information. He didn't tell you the part where those kinds of people were also more likely to have some kind of supernatural gift as well.' She thought before hearing a faint roar in the distance. She assumed it to be the engines of the plane, but she ignored it entirely. Her spells didn't pick up on anything, so she assumed to be in her mind.
'This is the last time I let James pick our way of transportation. Next time, I'll educate him on the other ways we can travel. Ignorance is one thing, but my husband being this ignorant about these things won't stand on my watch.' She thought.
"Honey, don't forget to tell him those kinds of people aren't only found in Asian people. I mean, it's rare, but it still happens. Irish people for example can be born with red hair.
Right, thats pretty cool right, and don't forget about the celebrities back home." I spoke casually about this topic.
"Dad, you're telling me those crazy hair colors in the movies aren't all fake hair dye?" My son asked with his mouth wide open.
"Sir, here's your red wine, like you asked." An average-looking girl said as she handed me the drink I had asked for 5 minutes ago.
'About time you showed up... If I wasnt getting this kind of service would we still be in first class?' I thought as I slowly drank my wine.
Or at least I had tried to since the next moment, I tried to take another sip I found my wife holding my glass drinking it all in one gulp...
"Honey, do you have to be so greedy... You could have ordered your own drink, you know...." I said as I sighed at my now empty cup.
"If you snooze, you lose, Honey Bear." My wife said as she burped and giggled a bit just before getting back to her seat.
"Hey miss attendant, Can I order another drink?" I said as I was playing rock paper scissors with my son.
"I'll be back with it shortly, sir." A young man said as he went in the back to get my drink as soon as possible.
'I guess this kind of treatment is to be expected from the Gojo clan with the level of wealth they have. They are willing to pay a rental fee of a few million to use my weapons.' I thought as he patiently waited for my second glass of wine.
Soon enough the wine he ordered had arrived. He was passing time with his son as they kept talking about what Japan would be like, he also talked about his many adventures with his wife in that country in the past.
'Maybe it's time I tell him the reason behind us going to Japan' But, he hasn't been exposed to the other side yet.' I thought for a little but ultimately decided to leave it for another time.
Unknowingly linked my conversation with my son to the reason behind them going to Japan. "Son, have you heard of the five great clans from Japan? " I asked as I spun my wine in the glass.
"Dad, aren't they all famous ancient families since the middle ages?" My son replied.
"You're partially right, but haven't you wondered why we are flying first class with our budget? While we aren't poor, we aren't exactly well off either to be spending money on frivolous things like this.
The Gojo clan wanted to borrow something from us, and they had already paid us a down payment in advance. Our tickets were likewise bought by them as well." I said as I puffed up my chest a bit to show my son.
"Can you show me, please Dad I wanna see, pretty please with cherries on top!?" My son's expression changed into his signature puppy dog eyes attack mode, as my son called it. These faces were all a ploy to get me to spill the beans.
'I know what he's doing, but I'm not one to give in eaisly... Maybe I could tell him just this once. NO I can't, I need to keep it to the bare minimum.' I thought as I thought of a decent reply to my son's question.
"This is a business trip, your mother, and I can't tell you the reason just yet." I said as I subtly shifted the conversation back towards Japan, before finishing my speech, hoping my son would soon forget.
Lucas was distracted once more, not by his father's actions, but by the window right next to him. His father had noticed him being distracted by the window so he questioned him about it. When his father asked why he was so distracted he told him he was looking for sky dragons.
"Dad, how high up are we?" Lucas asked his father, but he had a blank look as he turned to his wife.
"Lucas, your father doesn't know everything, if you want to ask anyone, ask me, ok sweetie? We are flying about 40,000 feet above sea level, give or take." My wife replied.
"Mom, how tall are you and Dad again?" My son asked out of nowhere.
"I'm 1.778 meters exactly, and your father is about 1.9812000000000003 meters, exactly give or take." My wife replied almost instantly.
"Mom, can you please say that in a way I can understand?" My son asked as I started to laugh a bit.
"Fine, I'm 5 '10, your father is 6 '6, and you're 5 '6 Lucas." My wife said as she started to frown just a bit.
"So you are telling me that if you stacked like 7500 of me, you might reach this height, I think." My son said as he puffed up his chest, as he explained it all.
'Your math is wrong, sweetie. But I'll give it to you since you're still learning. It was pretty close for a guest-based estimation.' She thought to herself as she was rubbing my son's hair as he squirmed around in his seat, trying to flee.
'Poor boy, just stay still and let your mother do what she wants.'' I thought as I laughed a bit at my boy's suffering at the hands of his mother.
"Oh my god, James, he's right. Our boy is a little genius." The sarcasm in my wife's voice went over my son's head, but I got the hint.
"Wow, my son is a little Einstein. What are you going to tell me next? Maybe his talents are god given, he might even have a god watching over him.
I can only hope that god is a hot goddess or something. Who knows with the level of genius my boy has reached, that goddess might even become his wife." I spoke aloud attracting attention from all nearby passengers.
"Mom, Dad, can you stop your. . . " My son looked down as he tried to cover his head with his arms. While both of us kept egging him on with more compliments about his genius.
"Cat got your tongue, Son?" I said while hugging his son.
A few passengers looked at the scene with a smile, while some others had annoyed stares. Some of the people nearby even got a laugh out of the situation, only serving to embarrass my kid even further. He tried to play it off, but it didn't work as Mom and Dad kept going on and on.
'It stopped. Good, with Mom & Dad off my back, I can get back to using my phone... What's that over there.' He thought as he started to stare at the window in a trance.