Soon, Charles and Erik were rescued and brought onto the warship.
After changing their clothes, the warship returned to base and docked.
Then the director of the secret research department-the man in the black suit, usually called "MIB"-took Erik and his people onto a special aircraft and headed back to the base.
On the plane, Charles introduced Moira and the MIB director to Erik, then introduced himself, Raven, and Morin.
The four of them were talking face-to-face, but the conversation was completely shielded by telepathy.
To Moira and the MIB director, the four of them were simply asleep.
Well-Morin never appeared in their sight or hearing at all, so to them, it was just the three.
"I'm Charles Xavier. My ability is telepathy. This is my sister, Raven. She can change her appearance," Charles said, then finally looked at Morin.
"This is Morin. He's... different from us, but he also has telepathic abilities."
"Different?" Erik frowned slightly.
"I'm not a mutant. I'm just an ordinary human," Morin said as he closed the book in his hands.
The book looked as large and thick as a fifteen-inch gaming laptop.
He slipped it into his pocket, stood up, smiled, and extended his hand.
"My name is Morin. I'm an ordinary teacher."
"'Ordinary' teacher?" Erik's eye twitched as his gaze drifted to Morin's pocket.
"I'm Erik Lehnsherr."
How can an ordinary teacher stuff a book that big into a pocket that doesn't even look palm-sized?
"Yes. I'm very good at teaching others," Morin said, smiling as he sat back down.
"Do you want to be my student?"
"...What?" Erik was slow to react.
"I'm good at teaching students. No matter what you want to know, as long as you truly need it, you'll get the answer," Morin said calmly.
"For example, your ability. You don't think you're using it very well, do you?"
"Uh..." Charles sensed the atmosphere shift and tried to smooth things over. "I'm sorry, he's a bit-"
"No," Erik said, raising a hand to stop him.
"I want to hear it."
"Good," Morin nodded slightly. "I like students who are willing to listen."
"I watched your entire fight," he continued. "I'm sorry, but I can only describe it with one word."
"A wasteful mess."
"...If you don't explain yourself..." Erik narrowed his eyes.
"Rule number one," Morin tilted his head. "Never threaten your teacher."
"Apologize."
"You're not even-" Erik suddenly froze.
"I'm very sorry," he heard himself say.
The control vanished just as abruptly.
"You controlled my mind!" Erik said, shocked and furious.
"No," Morin shook his head. "I didn't control your mind, and I didn't invade your brain."
"Charles can prove it."
"I didn't sense anything like that," Charles said. "I'm strongly against that kind of thing, and if he had done it, I would have stopped him."
He frowned at Morin first, then looked at Erik with sincerity.
"Although... I might not have been able to stop him."
Erik: "..."
For some reason, he believed Charles.
Maybe because Charles had already been inside his mind.
"...I'm sorry," Erik said after a moment, calming down.
"I was agitated because that man escaped."
"It's fine," Morin waved a hand. "I understand."
It was a minor issue. If not for establishing authority, he wouldn't have bothered.
"Everything I said about your actions was true."
"...Please elaborate," Erik said, suppressing his anger.
"I won't talk about you charging onto the ship without information. That's understandable," Morin said, raising two fingers.
"But after that, you made two serious mistakes. If you'd avoided either one, you could've kept Shaw and his people here today."
"Even if you still couldn't beat them."
"Both mistakes involved how you used the anchor chain."
Morin lowered one finger.
"First. Since you could cut the yacht horizontally, why didn't you cut it vertically?"
Erik opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Yeah. Why didn't I?
If he'd cut it vertically, the yacht would've sunk.
"But didn't they have a submarine?" Charles asked.
"Let's ignore whether they could even reach it," Morin said, sighing.
"Even if they did, and even if the submarine started."
"What powers a submarine?"
"...Nuclear? Or diesel?" Erik hesitated.
Charles knew a bit more.
"It doesn't matter," Morin said. "They all use propellers."
He looked at Erik like a disappointed teacher.
"It's not that you can't move a ten-thousand-ton submarine."
"The problem is this."
"You already controlled a ten-ton anchor chain. Why didn't you jam the propeller?"
Erik: "!!!"
The first mistake had left him unconvinced.
The second left him completely silent.
"I was foolish," Erik muttered, eyes vacant. "So foolish..."
"Please stop your Xianglin Sao routine," Morin said flatly.
Erik snapped back to focus.
"Do you still want to catch them?"
"...Of course," Erik said, hatred clear in his voice. "I want to grind their bones to dust."
"Then you need to be strong enough," Morin said. "I can help you develop your ability."
"The condition is simple."
"Become my student."
"Deal," Erik said immediately.
"Wait-" Charles frowned. "That's-"
"You can't talk someone out of pain you haven't experienced," Morin said.
"You saw his memories, Charles. His hatred is justified."
"If it isn't released, it'll cause serious consequences."
"...I understand," Charles said, concerned, but said no more.
"By the way," Morin turned to him. "What's your answer?"
Now that Erik had joined, Charles had nowhere to run.
"...I'll join too," Charles said without hesitation.
You two really are good friends, Morin thought.
"I want to join too!" Raven blurted out.
"Okay," Morin nodded. "Your ability has room to grow as well."
"Then we'll start with something simple," Morin said, smiling at Erik.
The smile made Erik uneasy.
"...What is it?"
"Nothing," Morin said, reaching into his pocket.
Moments later, he pulled out a book that clearly couldn't have fit inside and placed it on the table.
A blue planet was printed on the cover.
"Berkeley Physics Course?" Erik read, blinking.
"Yes," Morin nodded.
Erik's ability was electromagnetism.
Morin had confirmed it with a detector during the voyage.
The magnetic fields generated during Erik's attacks were complex and precise.
Which made one thing painfully obvious.
This man was illiterate.
He'd never gone back to school.
He held one of the universe's four fundamental forces, yet used it like a street performer.
As a teacher, Morin felt genuine sorrow.
So Erik needed proper-
Education.
"Don't worry," Morin said as Erik tried to speak, reaching into his pocket again.
Erik relaxed slightly.
Then Morin placed test papers, CDs, and a USB stick on the table.
One by one.
Each item made Erik's heart sink further.
"This is everything you need to learn," Morin said, smiling.
Raven found the smile oddly charming.
Erik did not.
To him, it looked like-
A devil's smile.
"I... never went to school," Erik said weakly, staring at the pile.
His head spun.
"I have a headache."
"I know," Morin said. "That's why you need to learn."
"How will this make me stronger?" Erik asked.
"It will," Morin replied. "Simply put-"
"You can't lift a ten-thousand-ton warship right now, correct?"
"No."
"After learning this, you'll be able to move the Earth."
"What?" Charles stood up. "Isn't that exaggerated?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Morin asked.
"What do you think Erik's ability is?"
"Controlling metal," Charles answered instinctively-then froze.
Morin shook his head.
"He doesn't control metal."
"He controls the force that controls metal."
"Electromagnetism."
"That's impossible!" Charles said, stunned.
"What's strange about that?" Erik muttered. "Isn't it the same?"
"No," Charles took a deep breath. "It's completely different."
"Do you know what electromagnetism is also called?"
"What?"
"One of the four fundamental forces of the universe."
"If you can control it..."
"You can control everything."
Erik froze.
I'm... that strong?
"But I can only control metal."
"Because you don't know how," Morin said. "You're using it instinctively."
"That's why you need knowledge."
"Knowledge is power."
"...How do I start?" Erik asked.
"I'll teach you. You'll self-study, test yourself, and practice."
Morin paused.
"You just need to study twenty-four-fourteen hours a day."
Erik said nothing.
You were going to say twenty-four.
Regret crept into his heart.
Why does my future look so miserable?
"Don't worry," Morin said, pulling out certificates. "I'm licensed."
"I have a certificate for every subject."
Erik: "..."
Bulk purchase?
"He really does," Charles said. "And they're all real."
Wait-that's worse.
Still, thinking of that pocket...
Erik accepted it.
At this point, Morin could pull out a nuclear bomb and he wouldn't blink.
"One more thing," Morin said, looking at them.
"You're my students now. You'll listen to me."
"I won't interfere with your actions."
"I'll only assign tasks that improve your abilities and don't violate laws or morals."
"But if you can complete a task and deliberately slack off..."
"There will be consequences."
He said it to all three.
But he looked at Erik.
Erik: "..."
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