MARVEL'S MONSTER HUNTER WORLD

"Of course not." Charles shook his head casually and then turned to the students. "Since we have Mr. Watson visiting today, lunch will be extra special!"

A cheer erupted from the children, excitement filling the air.

At that moment, Storm stepped forward, extending her hand to Watson. "That lightning attack earlier was impressive. I'm Ororo Munroe."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Watson," he replied with a smile, shaking her hand. Then, with a hint of self-deprecation, he added, "But… in front of you, I'm sure my skills with lightning don't seem like much."

Ororo shook her head, turning back slightly. "It's different. I manipulate lightning, but you generate it from your own body. That's something I can't do."

Just then, Logan approached, cigar in hand, raising an eyebrow at Watson. "Hey, after lunch, how about a little match?"

"A match?" Watson's eyes gleamed with interest—Logan was just as reckless as he'd expected.

"Of course! But do we need to check with Professor Charles first?"

"Doesn't matter," Logan smirked. "I already told him. My ability isn't exactly something I can hold back, so you can use your thunder or fire—whatever you want."

Watson nodded, then asked, "By the way, Professor Charles said you're a new teacher here?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah, been here a few months—can't remember exactly, I don't keep track of time. But just recently, we locked up an old guy who used to be a pain in my ass."

An old guy… who Logan had to personally deal with? Magneto?

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By lunchtime, the cafeteria was buzzing.

As everyone ate, Professor Charles suddenly spoke up. "Watson, have you ever considered teaching? I think you'd be a great mentor for these kids."

Watson paused for a moment before replying, "I'd love to, but I can't always be around. Teaching them properly would take more than just a few visits."

"That's a shame," Charles said with a nod. "But if you ever drop by, you're welcome to guide them anytime."

"Sounds good to me. And the food here is pretty great too."

The meal ended on a high note.

Somehow, word got out—whether someone overheard or someone spread it on purpose—that Logan and the "Flame Knight" were going to fight!

A rare event like this was too good to miss. Excited students gathered around the training ground, some even joking that they needed popcorn and soda for the show.

Logan, now wearing a military-green vest, stood opposite Watson. "Alright, for fairness, you can use thunder, fire, or both—because I can't exactly hold back my claws."

Watson simply shook his head, signaling that he didn't need the advantage.

Both men locked eyes. Then, in an instant, they charged at each other!

"Damn, he's fast!" Jean muttered, observing closely. As the X-Men's lead researcher, she paid special attention to Watson's movements.

Both fighters threw a punch at the same time, but Watson's speed was superior. His starting point even left a faint imprint on the training ground! If the flooring weren't reinforced for mutants, it would have been destroyed instantly.

BAM!

Although Logan wasn't as fast as Watson, his beast-like instincts allowed him to react just in time. Their fists collided at full force!

But in terms of sheer power, Watson had the clear advantage.

While Watson twisted his body to absorb the impact, Logan was sent flying four meters away, landing hard. But, as expected, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

Logan wiped the corner of his mouth, where a small cut had formed—only for it to heal instantly. "Damn, you hit hard. But that was just round one."

Watson shrugged, unfazed.

Jean, still analyzing, murmured, "He's got speed beyond normal limits, strength surpassing most mutants, and he wields both thunder and fire. His ability set is nearly perfect. And that armor… I doubt it's just for show."

Scott, standing nearby, crossed his arms and scowled.

Meanwhile, Logan rushed in for another attack—but this time, he changed tactics.

With centuries of combat experience and animalistic instincts, he dodged Watson's punches at crucial moments. Logan wasn't stupid—this wasn't a battle to the death. They were sparring, and with so many kids watching, losing wouldn't exactly be great for his image.

The fight was like watching a skilled martial artist dodge the punches of a heavyweight boxer—except in this case, Watson was the heavyweight.

Then, suddenly—BOOM!

Logan's instincts screamed at him—it was a trap!

Before he could react, Watson's punch landed cleanly, sending him sprawling. Though he recovered quickly, the result was clear.

Watson grinned to himself. He had deliberately eased up at first, letting Logan adapt to his attack rhythm. But once Logan got comfortable, he unleashed his full power.

Watson knew Logan well enough—he wasn't the type to cling to pride. He'd admit defeat rather than escalate to a life-or-death fight.

And if he did go all out with his claws?

Well, Watson had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

Logan smirked and dusted himself off. "You're strong. I lose."

Watson laughed. "Nah, we'll call it a tie. With your healing factor, you never really lose, do you?"

Logan chuckled at that and walked back toward Charles and the others.

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Charles clapped his hands. "That was a fantastic match. Now, before we begin today's lesson, Logan will show you to the guest room. Feel free to explore the grounds, Watson."

The students groaned as they were herded off to class, still buzzing from the fight. Meanwhile, Watson followed Logan inside.

Logan sighed as they walked. "It's been a while since I fought like that. If you've got time, we should spar again—no holding back next time."

"Sounds good to me."

After Logan left, Watson lay on the bed for a while but soon grew restless.

Deciding to take a walk, he wandered into the courtyard—only to spot someone sitting near a small bridge, painting.

As he got closer, he realized—

It was Colossus!

The massive, steel-skinned mutant was completely focused on his artwork, not noticing Watson at first. When he finally did, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Ah, Mr. Watson, I apologize for not greeting you earlier," he said, quickly setting his brush down. "I wanted to finish my work first. My name is Piotr, but you can call me Colossus."

Watson smiled. "No problem, Colossus. What are you painting?"

Piotr hesitated for a moment, then turned the canvas around.

Watson blinked.

It was… surprisingly beautiful.