[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

The big castes are a mysterious group.Not only the location of their seclusion, and the fact that their leader Dakla lived for more than 3000 years, but also the way of practice of the big castes.

The armed monks that Jason saw that day were only a small part of the larger caste group, all of whom were disciples of Dakla, who called her the "all-mother," according to others. , Jason is the only outsider accepted by the big caste for nearly a century, which means that if you find anyone in this place, they are all over a hundred years old.

In other words, Jason was being besieged by centenarians every day.

"Hey! Grandpa, you really didn't lie to me about your age?" Jason was knocked to the ground again by a stick. He narrowly avoided several sticks in front of him, but he didn't expect this trick at all. , "If you tell the truth, I won't laugh at you."

The man with the stick ignored Jason's age joke, stepped back and waited for Jason to get up on his own and reposition himself.

"You're a quick learner." The man waved his weapon forward, as if to attack Jason's head, but in fact he swung it at Jason's side.

Jason quickly squatted low to dodge the blow, taking this opportunity to surprise the opponent's lower body.But he didn't get past the opponent's stick. After swinging the stick for the first time, he changed his move to the next one, and once again poked Jason to the ground.

"But your anger makes you predictable," the man finished, removing his stick to give Jason room to breathe.

If the other party took a sharp weapon today, then he would probably have had his spine dug out and returned to his hometown by now.Jason got up sullenly. Jason might be stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, but when he really lost, he wasn't the kind of person who couldn't afford to lose.Before leaving the training ground, don't forget to salute the monk with fists in the palm of his hand and thank him for his guidance.

"Jason." The other party put down the training stick and stopped him.

"Huh?" Jason turned his head in doubt, and first looked around to make sure he didn't leave anything behind, "What?"

A sincere smile appeared on the rough face of the monk: "You have improved a lot, as long as you can reconcile with your temper, you will be a great fighter."

The sudden compliment made Jason blush, and he concealed his embarrassment by bowing his head to salute the monk.He listened to the footsteps of the other party turning around and leaving the training ground, and he quickly stepped up to the next trip.

The practice of martial arts is followed by meditation time.Frankly speaking, Jason always thought that he would get stuck on this project. He could sit still all afternoon just to read a book, but meditation?It looked like he was in a daze, but Jason's mind was always turning and thinking, about survival, about the people around him, and about himself.

Not only Jason himself, but everyone else felt that his first meditation should end in fidgeting.This is the first time for many people here.Especially those monks who have practiced against Jason have seen the anger in Jason. It will take a lot of time to calm down such a anger, or they will never be able to calm down the anger. Limit it—keep it from burning Jason down.

Because of this, when Jason meditated for the first time, all the teachers who were watching thought that this kid practiced too hard before and fell asleep.When he finished his meditation, exhaled, and opened his eyes, he saw his teachers squatting in a row in front of him, just like children who went to the zoo for the first time. What about moving?

"What!" Jason waited for a long time, but no one was willing to speak first. They all just stared at him, as if he was not meditating but performing some fantastic trick just now, and he was quite sure that he had done nothing out of the ordinary.

Finally, a teacher was willing to speak to break the strange silence: "How did you do it?"

"What did you do?" Jason was really confused now, he didn't really do something strange, did he?

"Meditate." As soon as the teacher's words came out, Jason felt even more baffled. Wasn't he just following the instructions?

"Most people can't let go of emptiness in the first meditation. How did you manage to relax and enter the state so quickly?" Another teacher of a large caste kindly answered Jason's question, and others Let's wait for Jason to answer them.

"Didn't you make me think of a relaxing scene?" Jason pointed his index fingers at the sky, "I just thought of the Milky Way. And then... um, it worked?"

"You mean the starry sky? Ah, that makes sense." One of the teachers nodded suddenly and accepted Jason's statement.

Jason did not correct me. The Milky Way here does not refer to the stars that can be seen on the earth, nor the Milky Way where the earth is located. It is deeper and farther away. Sometimes it does not rely on jumping points, and you can’t see anything after sailing for several days. big universe.

This episode was quickly cornered by more training, and after a while, Jason learned that there was an agreement between the big caste and the League of Assassins that they would train assassins for Reshaw O. In exchange, he will help guard something.And that's why Thalia knew these ancient hermits.

In addition to martial arts and meditation, the practice of the big caste also involves many "spiritual" things, and these are the things that give Jason the most headaches.It stands to reason that he can exert that kind of purification power, he should be talented, but he just can't understand those mysterious things that I am here and I am not here.

While staying with the big caste, Jason could feel that his fighting skills had improved. Thanks to being besieged by teachers with real knives and guns every day, his Lazarus sequelae seemed to be under control, at least he would not always Hearing the sound, he would not slap the table on the spot just because someone suddenly stood behind him with a knife.

It should have been regarded as a successful case of emotional management on the outside, but his teachers still claimed that his "anger" was out of control.

Dakela, this old lady who always calls him "boy" and "little boy" every time she sees him, and always looks unpredictable chooses to come to "chat" with him at this time.

Jason was very nervous at the beginning, but he didn't forget that the grandma threw him unconscious the first time they met.But when Da Kela thought about it, she could really make herself like the old lady next door. Jason unknowingly talked to her about his life under her question, and concealed it in key places. They use the pronouns of "my father" and "my brother" to weave the story together.

"When can I leave?" Jason blurted out the question that Jason had been wondering for a long time in the relaxed atmosphere.

Da Kela's eyes narrowed for a moment, and his withered lips were drawn into a thin line, which made Jason feel dangerous intuitively.

"I...I'm not saying it's not good here! Really, I'm very grateful to you and the teachers for your guidance!" Jason quickly remedied, "It's just...I want to see my family. From my death to the Resurrected, it felt like I hadn't seen them in my entire life."

"Don't worry, you will go back." Da Kela's eyes softened a little, and he stretched out his wrinkled hand and patted the back of Jason's hand, "When you finish your training, you can go home, kid .”

"Completing the training means..." Jason didn't think it sounded like a very precise number, what if it took him ten or eight years to complete it?

Dakela snorted and exhaled through his nostrils, and said a few words about how the young man is, but he still answered him: "Wait for the day when you can reconcile with yourself."

Jason still looked dazed.Ever since he came here, he always felt that he didn't have enough brains.

"Boy, you are a ball of unquenchable anger." Daquela tapped the floor lightly with his crutches, "At the same time, you can achieve the peace that many people here have spent years to achieve. You are like running forever At both ends of the balance, there is no way to find the middle point of balance.”

"This is what I don't understand!" Jason lowered his head in frustration, "You always say I'm angry, there's anger in my heart, hell, even my dad says there's darkness in my heart, I'm too violent. You guys make me feel like I'm going to explode at any moment!"

"The so-called 'anger' does not mean that you are angry all the time." Da Kela cast a contemptuous look in the past, as if thinking that Jason's metaphor was fooling her, "It's better to say that this is your... The way you think. When you're playing against other guys, you're always thinking about attacking, and you're nervous."

"Of course I'm nervous. They're holding such a big knife, if you haven't noticed." Jason gestured at the size of those weapons, "I don't want to be buried so early, thank you."

Jason didn't tell Daquela much about his early training. He believed that everyone could see that he was not a blank slate. Batman taught him to always be alert, watch the opponent carefully, look for the opening of the attack and their defense blemishes.Everyone's movements are instructed by the brain through nerve conduction and finally through a series of muscle traction to allow the body to complete this movement. Problems in each link are the flaws they are looking for.

Perhaps the enemy's thinking is not careful enough, so the attack is messy and full of loopholes.

Perhaps the enemy's body has not been exercised enough to keep up with the commands of the brain.

Perhaps the enemy has been injured, so his movements will pause in the process.

Batman taught him that he must find these keys and strike effectively.

And Jason usually chooses to rush up and hit him in the face...why let the enemy think so much?

"Stand up, boy." Daquela's cane hit his calf, causing Jason to wail and bounce off the ground to stand up, "Now, stretch your legs, this is how you can kick a human distance."

Jason nodded, watching Da Kela mark the ground with his cane on the ground corresponding to his toes.She stood a few steps behind the mark, but in the blink of an eye, the crutch in her hand made Jason feel more dangerous than any weapon in the hands of a monk.But if she really attacks, then the way he can dodge...

"What are you in a hurry for? Can I kill you here?" Da Kela suddenly laughed, it was a kind of smile that the elders still don't know when they see the younger generation doing something stupid, "I haven't even moved yet. Well, you've already started thinking about how to defeat me."

Da Kela moved forward fiercely and stood on the mark just now. Jason almost couldn't control his kick to kick the old lady.

"Look! Did I attack you? You already want to take the lead, and you think you have to take the lead." Daquela poked Jason's restless leg with his cane, "You probably want to Tell me you're restrained, you don't jump up when your teachers suddenly approach you with weapons. But your first thought is 'attack'. That's why your father said your heart There is darkness, and there are reasons for violence. Even if you wish to protect someone, the natural way to do it is to hurt another person."

"That's not it!" Jason felt that he was being said to be heinous, a monster who only wanted to hurt others, "I...I protect those who are hurt, those who cannot protect themselves! As for those who take the initiative to violate others Wicked people, I just make them pay for their actions!"

"You want to say that you don't hurt people because you want to hurt them, so you are different from the person you sanctioned." Da Kela looked at him tolerantly, not because of his disrespectful attitude like the first time we met Hit him on the ground, "Yes, you are different. But when you see a person being hurt, all you think is 'make the hurter pay', that is, he must suffer the same. Your rage makes you act like this, making you a vengeful, taking the vengeance of those who are powerless."

This time Jason didn't refute Daquela, because he really thought so, and he didn't have the heart of a saint to forgive those who hurt the weak.Especially those scumbags who obviously have no reason to be desperate, but just bully the weak because of their own interests or their own preferences.They think they are a symbol of power, and they can abuse their power, so someone should teach them that there are more vicious existences than them in this world.

Isn't that how Batman terrorizes criminals?

"So? What's wrong with that?" Jason raised his chin, and looked at the old lady who was said to have trained countless assassins, "You don't want to tell me that killing is not good, I will definitely become a murderer if I am so violent crime or something?"

"How could it be? Wouldn't I be a hypocrite if I did this!" Da Kela made a surprised expression, as if seeing red rain falling from the sky, "No, kid. I want to tell you, don't suppress it Your anger. Don't deny it, because it is you, it is part of you. You have to accept it, and then transform it into a higher level. Everything has darkness and light, you have to ..."

"Give up the darkness and embrace the light." Jason remembered this mantra. He just didn't quite understand how to give up the darkness and embrace the light. He always thought that what he should do was to get rid of his "anger", and then work hard to make himself another A Dick Grayson.Because there is darkness in his heart, and Dick is the golden boy in everyone's eyes, he is light.

It never occurred to him that his "darkness" could have light in his "anger"—but how would he find the light in it if he didn't embrace his own anger first?

Da Kela muttered and left.Leaving Jason alone in this uninhabited space to reconcile with himself for the first time in his life.

"Smart guy, you'll be home soon, boy." Looking back for the last time, Da Kela returned to the house with a helpless smile, and he could almost see how Jason would make extraordinary achievements in the future.

***

Jason learned to embrace himself and sublimate himself under the door of the big caste.

Tim felt like he was on the verge of ascension in Gotham, too.Physically.Bruce's devil boy doesn't know why, he has regarded himself as a class enemy from the first day, if Bruce didn't block him quickly, he would really be stabbed to death by that kid!

Now that devil cub has set up a trap at the door of his room, is he really mentally retarded?Who would step into such an obvious trap!

"It seems that part of your brain is still functioning normally, Drake." Damian appeared from the end of the corridor without a sound, and he didn't know how long he hid there. Tim wanted to rip it off.

"What do you think, devil bastard." Tim didn't go directly to dismantle the trap, but told him intuitively that the kid was waiting for him to do so, and then laughed at him fiercely.

"It's nothing, I'm just going to take my potted plant to bask in the sun." Damian showed Tim the potted plant in his hand. There was a bare sapling with a trunk and no leaves, and Tim hadn't researched it yet. What kind of tree exactly.

"Then why don't you just get out of here." Tim gave up on getting along with Damian peacefully on the third day. Some people just can't make them like you, no matter how low your posture is, it doesn't work.

"You know, if you can't even remove a trap of this level, then you should not stay with your father, you will hinder him. It is better for people not to do things beyond their ability. The inferior people also have inferiors There is room for others to develop, don't be discouraged." Damian swaggered away with the potted plant in his hands, leaving Tim in place with his teeth itching.

"He's a kid, don't fight with kids. He's a kid, don't fight with kids. He's a kid, don't fight with kids." Three times, Tim turned to face him With the trap in front of him, he feels that the effectiveness of this formula is getting weaker and weaker. Now he really wants to care about what to do with the devil bastard!

The stinky brat went to the courtyard to drink afternoon tea and dry plants. He had to kneel here in the afternoon and work hard to dismantle the trap. When the devil boy came back and saw him lying on the ground, he would definitely mock him.

That being said, Bruce's demon-summoning ritual didn't fail. Don't you think this summoned a living demon?

Where can I find such an effective metaphysics!

Tim gave up trying to fix the mess with his bare hands, and wandered into the Batcave like a walking dead, standing in front of Jason's uniform display case, unable to resist reaching out to touch the cold glass.

"Jason, it's almost three years." Tim watched his breath form a white mist on the glass, "Bruce always said that he saw your soul and that he could save you. But... I'm so sorry." I am afraid that he is suffering from excessive sadness and hallucinations. He has tried many methods. Even your hunter friend ran across half of the United States and told him a lot of warnings about the unreliable trading of demons. It was like a sad confession. Assembly. I can keep him safe on the night watch, but I really, really can't keep him safe mentally."

Tim took a deep breath to keep himself from uncontrollable tears.

"He seemed to take Damian's arrival as some kind of...revelation. Like God didn't want you back with him, so another replacement was sent - sorry your son died, there's another son you Just make do with it. You didn't see the ceremony scene, when Bruce saw Damian, he was in despair."

Tim took two steps back, leaving in front of the display case, and went to the shelf next to him to get the tools needed to dismantle the trap.

"Jason, if your soul is really still somewhere in this world, please...give us a little enlightenment. Let us know where to find you, please?"