Free The Superhero's Son (Book 1): The Superhero's Test by Lucas Flint Page B

clinched my fists. “Become angry.”
    But Dad shook his head. “Wrong. The correct conclusion to draw is that you need to gain better control of your powers so you can use them for your benefit. When you punched Robert, you ended up becoming Master Chaos's number one enemy; when you broke the Detector, you cost me a lot of money. In both cases, you didn't really benefit, did you?”
    I flushed when Dad mentioned that the Detector cost him a lot of money. “I didn't mean to break it.”
    “That's fine, but you do agree that both situations didn't work out well for you, do you?” said Dad.
    “Yeah,” I said.
    “So you need to learn how to control your strength so you can use it to your advantage regardless of what situation you find yourself in, instead of reacting to your negative emotions,” said Dad. “That is what we are going to be doing today.”
    “Today?” I said. “You make it sound like we're just going to focus on super strength and nothing else.”
    “Of course,” said Dad. “It is currently the only power you have any access to and it is the one that would be most helpful if Master Chaos attacks. It is much harder to gain access to a power you haven't used before than it is to practice a power you already do have access to.”
    “So when will I learn how to fly and use my super speed?” I said.
    “When you have completed your super strength training,” Dad said. “Anyway, enough talking. Let's get you started.”
    I didn't like Dad's vague answer, but it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to give me anything more detailed than that. So I looked around the field again, which was still flat and empty.
    “What am I supposed to use my super strength on?” I said. I gestured at the field. “There's nothing to pick—”
    A loud boom echoed behind me, causing me to whirl around to see a huge metal block resting on the earth just a few feet away. It was twice as tall as me and ten times as thick, but I didn't know where it had come from. It certainly hadn't been there even a second before, otherwise I would have noticed it. It was impossible to miss.
    Then I saw that Dad's hand was resting on his right gauntlet, which displayed a keyboard of some sort.
    “That is what you will lift,” said Dad, pointing at the metal block like it had always been there. “It weighs two tons, but I think you should be able to lift it pretty easily if you are as strong as I think you are.”
    “Where did it come from?” I said. I looked at the sky, but didn't see anything that might have dropped the block.
    “Another pocket dimension,” said Dad. “I put the metal block in there for safekeeping. Once we're done for the day, it will go back into the pocket dimension until we need it again.”
    “Wait, so you can access pocket dimensions with your gauntlets?” I said. I looked at them with more amazement than before. “What else can they do? Cure cancer?”
    “Not yet, unfortunately,” said Dad with a sigh. “Regardless, you must now try to lift the metal block with your super strength.”
    I looked at the metal block again. It looked really heavy, probably heavier than anything else I'd tried to lift in my life, but if I had super strength, then it should be easy to do.
    Then I realized I had a problem and I looked at Dad again. “How do I access my super strength? Am I going to have to get angry again or something?”
    Dad shook his head. “No. You should never rely on your emotions to control your powers because emotions are highly unreliable. Instead, you need to focus on accessing that strength and using it to achieve your objective.”
    “Focus?” I said. “How am I supposed to do that?”
    “Walk up to the block, close your eyes, and then visualize yourself being strong enough to lift that block above your head,” said Dad. “If you can't see yourself doing it, then you can't do it. But if you can see yourself doing it, then you can do it.”
    “You sound like one of those self-help