MARVEL'S MONSTER HUNTER WORLD

Sensing danger, Watson instantly summoned his Fire Dragon armor.

With a flash of white light, black-and-red dragon-scale armor wrapped around him just as a fireball—about 30 cm in diameter—blasted toward his back.

Everything happened too suddenly. No one expected this in the middle of a school!

But before the fireball could explode, Jean raised a hand, enveloping it in telekinetic energy and flinging it skyward, where it vanished into harmless sparks.

Jean's voice rang out angrily. "John! I remember the school rules clearly stating that you can't use your abilities on such a large scale inside the school!"

Meanwhile, Logan, watching Watson's armor in action, whispered to Scott, "Can we get a uniform like that?" Scott completely ignored him.

"Sorry, I was just... playing with Bobby. I didn't think..." Firestarter John walked over, but his apology sounded anything but sincere. There was even a hint of provocation in his tone.

Watson suddenly recalled his own nickname—"The Fire Knight." So that was it. John must have known about him and was trying to prove that only he deserved the title of "Flame Master."

Without a word, Watson turned and walked toward John. There was no way he would let such a perfect opportunity to show off go to waste!

Jean saw what was happening and quickly interjected, "Mr. Watson, he's just a kid. It was an accident..."

Scott stepped forward as well, trying to defuse the situation.

But Professor Charles simply said, "Wait. I trust him."

Scott hesitated and stopped in his tracks. Jean bit her lip but eventually did the same.

In full armor, Watson slowly approached John. Though he wasn't exuding an aggressive aura, his presence alone was intimidating.

By now, a crowd of students had gathered. Some watched Watson curiously—after all, they'd seen him on TV. Others looked at John with smug satisfaction, as if glad to see him getting put in his place.

Even Storm, who had been teaching a class inside, stepped out to stand beside Charles.

Watson's voice, low and steady under his helmet, broke the silence. "What do you think of your power? The power of flame."

John hesitated for a moment, then, as if to cover up his fear, lifted his chin defiantly. "If we don't count the teachers, I think... I'm the strongest here. No one can match my flames!"

"Arrogant. Cocky. Reckless..." Jean bristled at Watson's words, almost stepping forward to intervene—until she heard what he said next.

"You're actually a perfect match for fire," Watson suddenly chuckled. Then, raising his left hand, whoosh! A ball of fire materialized in his palm.

"Flames," he continued, "have destructive power rivaled only by lightning. They are wild, dangerous, and difficult to control—just like your personality. Always trying to prove yourself. Always stirring things up.

"But…" Watson's flame shifted shape, shrinking into the controlled flicker of a campfire.

"You don't understand fire well enough. You don't understand yourself. Fire was the first light in humanity's darkest history. It didn't destroy us—it protected us. It kept beasts at bay and kept us warm. Fire's first purpose was not to attack… but to guard."

He pointed to the sun overhead. "Every flame user's ultimate goal should be the sun. It holds the highest temperature, the most powerful energy we know. Have you ever thought about what your flames could become? Could you reach the level of a star?

"But the sun, despite its power, is also alone. It burns everything that gets too close. Yet, at the same time, all life on this planet depends on it."

Watson extinguished the fire in his palm and looked down at John, whose defiant stance had shifted. His head was slightly lowered.

"Tell me something, John. Do you have anyone who depends on you?"

John hesitated.

"Let's put it another way," Watson said. "Do you have friends? Real friends? Name one."

After a moment, John pointed to Professor Charles. The professor smiled warmly.

"Alright," Watson said. "Even though Professor Charles is incredibly powerful, his body is fragile. If he were stranded in the middle of a frozen wasteland, what would you do?"

John answered immediately. "I'd make a fire to keep him warm."

"So you chose to protect him."

Watson turned to Charles. "And I think it's safe to say that Professor Charles relies on you."

Charles nodded, still smiling. "Yes, I do. And not just you, John—all of you. Don't forget, this isn't just a school. This is your home."

Professor Charles. Always knowing the perfect thing to say at the perfect moment.

With a flash of white light, Watson dismissed his Fire Dragon armor. He turned to John and said, "Honestly, I'm not that great with fire myself. But if you ever want to discuss techniques, we can trade tips. You guys have phones here?"

Watson glanced at Bobby—aka Iceman—and added, "And you, Iceman. I'll tell you a story about the Snow Queen."

John and Bobby exchanged glances before John sighed. "No, we're usually not allowed to have phones here."

"Shame," Watson shrugged. "But I'll give my contact info to your teachers. Maybe I'll swing by again sometime."

As Watson turned to leave, John suddenly blurted out, "Wait! If you're not that great with fire… what are you good at?"

Watson paused. He noticed Jean and Logan watching him, also curious.

With a smirk, he stretched out his left hand. But this time, it wasn't fire that crackled to life.

Bzzt—CRACK!

A surge of blue electricity crackled around his fingers, growing in intensity until it covered his entire hand, forming a ball of lightning!

"Whoa!" John gasped. "You've got two abilities? Just like Jean—fire and lightning?!"

The watching students gasped in excitement. Even Bobby looked impressed.

Charles turned to Jean and murmured, "He's quite powerful. And a natural teacher, wouldn't you say?"

Jean sighed and shook her head. "As usual, you're right, Professor."

"I've seen his combat footage before," Logan grunted. "But forget the teaching—I just wanna fight him." He watched Watson closely, as if sizing up a potential opponent.

As Watson approached, Charles stepped forward with a warm smile. "That was quite the lesson, Mr. Watson."

Watson shook his head. "Professor, I hope I didn't overstep."

Charles chuckled. "Not at all. In fact... I think you made quite an impression."