The family receiving room of Asgard's palace had been transformed into something approaching a diplomatic reception, though the touches that marked it as distinctly familial remained prominent. Fresh flowers from the royal gardens filled crystal vases, their gentle fragrance mixing with the warm golden light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. Comfortable chairs had been arranged in a circle rather than the formal rows that would have characterized a state function, and the refreshments waiting on side tables spoke more to welcoming guests than impressing dignitaries.
Around this carefully prepared space, the royal family had gathered with the kind of restrained excitement that came from anticipating a significant moment. Thor had returned from his hunting expedition just that morning, still bearing the satisfied expression of someone whose bilgsnipe hunt had been both successful and educational. His trophy—a magnificently curved set of antlers that would indeed make excellent material for ceremonial carving—occupied a place of honor near the door, though he'd been persuaded to clean off the less aesthetically pleasing remnants of the hunt before joining the family gathering.
Loki stood near one of the windows, ostensibly studying the view but actually using the glass's reflection to observe the room's occupants while maintaining an air of casual disinterest. Sigyn and Angrboda flanked him in positions that suggested they had been discussing something in low voices until their hosts arrived, though both now wore the politely expectant expressions appropriate to formal introductions.
But it was eight-year-old Kal-El who dominated the room's emotional atmosphere, practically vibrating with barely contained curiosity and excitement. He had changed into his formal court attire—the blue and red that marked him as a prince of Asgard while honoring his Kryptonian heritage—and his dark hair had been carefully arranged in a style that would have looked dignified if he could have managed to stop fidgeting.
"Remember," Frigga said gently as she and Odin took their places, "this is likely as overwhelming for Diana as it is exciting for all of you. Amazon princesses are trained to be confident and capable, but she's still a child far from home meeting an entirely new family."
"We'll be welcoming," Thor assured her, though his own excitement was evident in the way he kept adjusting his formal cape. "I brought back extra bilgsnipe hide—enough for armor for both her and Kal-El, if she's interested in traditional Asgardian craftsmanship."
"Perhaps wait until after introductions before discussing armor construction," Odin suggested with paternal amusement. "Though I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture once she's had time to settle in."
Before anyone could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps announced the arrival of their guests. The palace guards had clearly been briefed on proper protocol for Amazon royalty, because the double doors opened with ceremonial precision to admit a scene that would have impressed observers from any realm.
Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons entered first, and her presence immediately commanded attention in ways that went far beyond mere royal bearing. She moved with the fluid grace of someone who had spent millennia perfecting the arts of both warfare and diplomacy, her every gesture speaking to absolute confidence in her own abilities and complete comfort with her authority. Her dark hair was arranged in intricate braids that incorporated small ornaments of precious metals and gems, and her traveling attire managed to be both practical and elegant—leather and cloth that could function in combat situations while still conveying appropriate royal dignity.
But it was her eyes that truly marked her as someone exceptional—brown depths that held the accumulated wisdom of ages, the kind of gaze that suggested she had seen the rise and fall of civilizations and learned from all of it. When she looked at the assembled Asgardian royal family, it was with the evaluation of an equal assessing peers, not a supplicant seeking favor.
Behind her came a woman who was clearly her sister, though the family resemblance was tempered by obvious differences in temperament and experience. General Antiope of the Amazons carried herself with the focused alertness of someone who had spent centuries as a professional warrior, her every movement economical and precise. Her golden hair was pulled back in a severe style that emphasized the sharp intelligence in her eyes, and her traveling gear bore the distinctive marks of weapons and armor that had seen extensive use in the field.
Where Hippolyta radiated diplomatic authority, Antiope projected barely contained lethality—not hostile, but unmistakably dangerous in the way that only truly competent warriors could achieve. Her assessment of the room was clearly tactical, noting exits, potential weapons, and the combat capabilities of everyone present in the space of a few seconds.
And between these two formidable women walked eight-year-old Diana of Themyscira.
The young Amazon princess was... not quite what anyone had expected, though it was difficult to articulate exactly why. She possessed her mother's dark hair and her aunt's sharp alertness, but there was something uniquely hers in the way she carried herself—a combination of confidence and curiosity that suggested someone who had been trained to be fearless but had not yet learned to be cautious.
She was dressed in traveling clothes that clearly marked her as Amazon royalty—finely crafted leather and cloth in earth tones that spoke of practical elegance, with subtle decorations that honored her heritage without impeding movement. A small sword hung at her side, sized for a child but unmistakably real rather than ceremonial, and her posture suggested she knew exactly how to use it.
But what struck every observer most powerfully were her eyes—blue like her divine father's, but filled with an almost incandescent intelligence and compassion that seemed to illuminate her entire face. When she looked at the assembled Asgardian royals, it was with genuine interest rather than polite deference, as if she were eager to understand these new people rather than simply make appropriate impressions.
"Your Majesties," Queen Hippolyta said, her voice carrying the musical accent that had made Amazon diplomats legendary across multiple realms, "we are honored by your welcome and grateful for your willingness to provide sanctuary for my daughter."
She moved forward with the kind of dignity that made formal curtseys seem natural rather than archaic, her gesture perfectly calibrated to show respect without implying subservience. "I am Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Daughter of Ares, Guardian of Themyscira's Sacred Mysteries. This is my sister, General Antiope, First Among the Amazons' Warriors, Keeper of the Ancient Combat Arts."
Antiope's acknowledgment was more military in style—a respectful nod that conveyed both honor and the kind of professional assessment that warriors made when meeting potential allies or enemies.
"And this," Hippolyta continued, her voice warming with unmistakable maternal pride, "is my daughter Diana, Princess of Themyscira, Beloved of the Gods, and—we hope—soon to be beloved by her new friends as well."
Diana stepped forward with confidence that would have impressed diplomats three times her age, offering a curtsey that was perfectly executed while somehow managing to suggest that she was honoring local customs rather than acknowledging superior rank.
"Your Majesties," she said in a clear voice that carried just a hint of her mother's musical quality, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness in welcoming me to your realm and your family. I hope to prove worthy of such generosity."
The silence that followed was the kind that occurred when everyone present realized they were witnessing something significant—not just a diplomatic exchange, but the moment when a family expanded to include someone extraordinary.
Odin was the first to respond, rising from his seat with the kind of formal courtesy that conveyed both respect and genuine welcome.
"Queen Hippolyta, General Antiope, Princess Diana—welcome to Asgard," he said, his voice carrying the warmth that made him beloved among his people despite his fearsome reputation as a warrior-king. "Your presence honors our halls, and we hope you'll find our hospitality worthy of your expectations."
"More than worthy," Frigga added, moving forward with the kind of maternal warmth that made even hardened warriors feel comfortable in her presence. "Diana, my dear child, we are delighted to have you join our family. I hope you'll quickly come to think of Asgard as a second home."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Diana replied, her blue eyes bright with what appeared to be genuine rather than polite gratitude. "I'm very eager to learn about Asgardian customs and meet my new friends."
At the mention of friends, Kal-El could no longer contain his excitement. He stepped forward with the kind of enthusiasm that made adults remember why children were considered forces of nature.
"I'm Kal-El," he announced, offering a bow that was probably supposed to be formal but came across as endearingly earnest. "I'm eight too, and I'm really excited to meet you! Father says you're strong like I am, and that maybe we can train together? I've never had anyone to practice with who wouldn't get hurt if I accidentally used too much force."
Diana's face lit up with the kind of delighted recognition that came from meeting someone who understood a unique challenge.
"You have strength beyond normal limits too?" she asked, her voice carrying genuine curiosity rather than mere politeness. "Mother says I must always be careful not to harm others during practice, but it's difficult to truly test oneself when constantly holding back."
"Exactly!" Kal-El said with the enthusiasm of someone who had finally found another person who understood a complex problem. "I want to learn how strong I really am, but I can't do that if I'm always worried about accidentally breaking my training partners."
The connection between the two eight-year-olds was immediate and obvious—not romantic, they were far too young for that, but the recognition of kindred spirits who shared uncommon challenges and capabilities.
Thor stepped forward with the kind of gallant courtesy that had become his trademark, though his expression suggested genuine pleasure at gaining another potential training partner.
"Lady Diana," he said with a formal bow that was perfectly executed, "I'm Thor, eldest prince of Asgard. I look forward to sparring with someone who might actually provide a challenge to our youngest brother's abilities. Kal-El has become rather difficult to train with conventional methods."
"A challenge I would welcome, Your Highness," Diana replied with a smile that suggested she was looking forward to testing herself against new opponents. "Though I should warn you, Amazon training methods can be rather... intensive."
"The more intensive, the better," Thor assured her with the kind of grin that suggested he was already planning elaborate training sessions. "We've been looking for ways to properly challenge Kal-El's developing abilities."
Loki approached with his characteristic blend of intellectual curiosity and diplomatic wariness, his green eyes already assessing Diana with the same analytical attention he brought to interesting magical problems.
"I'm Loki," he said with a bow that was properly formal while somehow conveying subtle humor, "second prince of Asgard and student of the mystical arts. I'm curious about Amazon magical traditions—I understand your people have developed some fascinating approaches to combat sorcery."
"We have," Diana confirmed, her expression growing more serious as she shifted into scholarly mode. "Though I confess my training in magic is still quite basic. I'm more advanced in combat techniques and tactical theory."
"Complementary skills," Loki observed approvingly. "I suspect we'll have much to learn from each other."
Sigyn and Angrboda introduced themselves with the kind of warm professionalism that suggested they had already anticipated how Diana would fit into their small community of exceptional young people, and the initial formal presentations concluded with expressions of mutual interest and carefully optimistic expectations.
But it was what happened next that would prove most significant for Diana's integration into the Asgardian royal household.
Queen Hippolyta cleared her throat gently, drawing attention with the practiced ease of someone accustomed to managing complex diplomatic situations.
"Your Majesties," she said, her tone shifting to carry the weight of a formal request, "before we finalize the arrangements for Diana's residence here, I have a proposal that I hope you'll consider favorably."
Odin and Frigga exchanged glances that conveyed entire conversations about potential complications and diplomatic considerations.
"We're listening," Odin said carefully, his tone neutral but receptive.
"I would like to request permission for General Antiope to remain in Asgard as Diana's companion and combat instructor," Hippolyta said, her words carefully chosen to convey respect for Asgardian authority while making clear that this was important to her. "She is the finest warrior among my people, and her presence would ensure that Diana maintains her connection to Amazon combat traditions while learning Asgardian techniques."
Antiope stepped forward, her military bearing making her request seem more like a professional proposal than a personal favor.
"Your Majesty," she said, addressing Odin directly with the respect of one warrior speaking to another, "I believe I could be of service not just to Diana, but to Prince Kal-El as well. Both children will require training partners and instructors who can match their physical capabilities without being injured. My experience and abilities make me uniquely qualified to provide that kind of instruction."
The request was reasonable, even valuable, but Odin's expression suggested he was considering complications that might not be immediately obvious.
"General Antiope," he said thoughtfully, "your reputation as a warrior and trainer precedes you, and we would be honored to have someone of your abilities contributing to our children's education. However, I must ask directly—are you prepared to train both female and male students with equal dedication and respect?"
The question hung in the air with the weight of genuine political and cultural sensitivity. Amazon attitudes toward men were complex and varied, and some factions within Themysciran society held views that could complicate training arrangements in a mixed household.
Antiope's response was immediate and unequivocal.
"Your Majesty," she said, her voice carrying the conviction of someone speaking from long experience and deeply held beliefs, "I am perhaps uniquely qualified among Amazons to answer that question. I was the second of our people to emerge from the Well of Souls, and the first to leave Themyscira not in exile, but by choice."
She paused, her expression growing more thoughtful as she chose her words carefully.
"I spent decades in Man's World before returning to my sisters, and during that time I encountered both the worst and best that humanity has to offer. I've fought beside men of honor and been betrayed by men of malice. I've seen courage and cowardice, wisdom and foolishness, compassion and cruelty—and I've learned that these qualities are distributed by character rather than gender."
Her gaze moved to Kal-El, then back to Odin, her assessment clearly favorable.
"Prince Kal-El is a child of obvious nobility and developing strength who will benefit from proper training regardless of his gender. My duty would be to help him become the best warrior and protector he's capable of becoming, just as it would be for Princess Diana. The fact that he's male is irrelevant to that purpose."
"And the other Amazons?" Frigga asked gently, clearly understanding the political dimensions of the question. "Will your people support an arrangement that involves training a male student in Amazon combat techniques?"
"Some will approve, others will object," Antiope replied with refreshing honesty. "But Queen Hippolyta's word is law on Themyscira, and she has already given her blessing to this arrangement. More importantly, I answer to my own conscience and professional judgment. If I believe this is the right course of action, then I will pursue it regardless of popular opinion."
Hippolyta nodded her support. "Antiope speaks truth, Your Majesty. She is perhaps the most experienced of our people in dealing with the wider world, and her judgment in this matter has my complete confidence."
Odin considered this response carefully, his single eye studying Antiope with the assessment of someone evaluating both capability and trustworthiness.
"Your honesty is appreciated, General," he said finally. "And your qualifications are certainly impressive. But I have one additional concern—how do you plan to address the significant disparity in abilities between your potential students? Diana and Kal-El may both possess superhuman capabilities, but their powers derive from different sources and may develop along different trajectories."
"An excellent question," Antiope replied, her expression suggesting she had already given this considerable thought. "Amazon training philosophy emphasizes adapting techniques to individual capabilities rather than forcing all students into identical patterns. Diana's divine heritage gives her certain advantages, just as Kal-El's Kryptonian physiology provides him with others. My role would be to help each of them maximize their unique potential while learning to work together effectively."
"And if their power levels prove significantly mismatched?" Loki asked with characteristic directness.
"Then I adapt the training accordingly," Antiope replied simply. "A good instructor works with reality as it exists, not as they might prefer it to be. If one student can lift a thousand pounds and the other can lift ten thousand, then I design exercises that challenge both appropriately while teaching them to complement each other's abilities."
It was, everyone present realized, exactly the right answer—practical, professional, and focused on the students' needs rather than the instructor's convenience.
"I think," Odin said with growing approval, "that your presence would indeed be valuable for both children's development. And for our household's education in Amazon combat techniques."
"Then you approve the arrangement?" Hippolyta asked, her relief evident despite her diplomatic composure.
"We approve it gladly," Frigga replied warmly. "General Antiope will be a welcome addition to our extended family, and I look forward to learning from her expertise."
The formal negotiations concluded with expressions of mutual satisfaction and carefully optimistic expectations, but the most significant moment came when the adults stepped back and allowed the children to interact more naturally.
Diana and Kal-El gravitated toward each other with the inevitable attraction of two people who had finally found someone who understood their unique challenges. Within minutes, they were deep in conversation about training methods, physical limitations, and the difficulties of always having to hold back for fear of accidentally hurming others.
"Mother makes me practice forms with weighted training swords," Diana was saying, her voice carrying the frustration of someone who had been carefully supervised for her entire life. "But even the heaviest ones feel like they're made of feathers, and I can never truly test my speed or strength."
"I know exactly what you mean," Kal-El replied with the enthusiasm of someone who had found a kindred spirit. "Father had the court smiths make me special practice weapons, but I keep accidentally bending them when I get excited. And sparring with anyone else is impossible—I'm too worried about hurting them to really try."
"Perhaps now you can truly challenge each other," Thor observed with satisfaction, clearly pleased by the immediate connection between his youngest brother and their new family member.
"Under proper supervision, of course," Antiope added with the kind of professional wariness that suggested she understood exactly how dangerous two superhuman eight-year-olds could be if left completely unsupervised.
As the afternoon progressed and formal introductions gave way to more relaxed conversation, it became clear that Diana's integration into the Asgardian royal household would be smoother than anyone had dared hope. She possessed her mother's diplomatic intelligence and her father's divine charisma, but tempered both with an Amazon warrior's straightforward honesty and a child's genuine curiosity.
By evening, she was settled into rooms that had been prepared with Amazon cultural touches provided by Frigga's careful research, Antiope had been installed in quarters befitting her rank as Diana's guardian and combat instructor, and Queen Hippolyta had departed for Themyscira with the satisfied expression of a mother who had successfully negotiated the best possible arrangement for her daughter's safety and education.
And in the palace gardens, as Asgard's eternal twilight settled over the golden spires, two eight-year-old children with the power of gods tested their strength against each other for the first time, supervised by one of the greatest warriors in history and surrounded by a family that was rapidly learning to accommodate the extraordinary as just another part of their daily routine.
The future, it seemed, would be very interesting indeed.
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## One Week Later
The training grounds of Asgard stretched beyond the palace walls in carefully designed terraces that accommodated everything from basic sword work to advanced magical combat exercises. The morning air carried the distinctive sounds of military instruction—the rhythmic clash of practice weapons, shouted commands from drill instructors, and the occasional grunt of effort from warriors pushing themselves to their limits.
But today, the largest of the practice courtyards had been cleared for something unprecedented in Asgard's long history: the first formal combat training session for two eight-year-old children whose combined power levels suggested they would eventually rival gods.
Captain Tyr stood at the courtyard's edge, his scarred face bearing the expression of someone who had seen most things that could happen in combat but was still approaching this situation with considerable wariness. Beside him, General Antiope maintained the alert posture of a predator evaluating potential prey, though in this case the evaluation was purely professional—assessing capabilities, identifying weaknesses, and calculating how to design training that would challenge rather than coddle her new students.
"Standard protocols will not apply," Tyr was saying to the assembled observers, his voice carrying the authority of someone whose word was law in matters of combat instruction. "These children possess abilities that surpass most adult warriors. Safety procedures must account for forces that could demolish buildings if misdirected."
Around the courtyard's perimeter, the royal family and their companions had gathered to observe what promised to be either an educational demonstration or a spectacular disaster. Thor, now seventeen and approaching his full strength, sat beside Sif with the kind of focused attention that suggested he was taking mental notes for his own training development. The Warriors Three flanked them in positions that offered clear sightlines while maintaining respectful distance from what was clearly intended as a serious instructional session.
Loki occupied a stone bench with Sigyn and Angrboda, his green eyes already moving between his youngest brother and their new family member with the analytical intensity he brought to interesting problems. All three possessed the enhanced perceptual abilities that came with advanced magical training, which meant they would be able to observe details that might escape less gifted observers.
"The objective," Antiope announced, her voice carrying clearly across the courtyard with the kind of projection that made her words seem like natural law, "is not to determine a winner. Combat training at this level focuses on understanding capabilities, developing technique, and learning to work with rather than against your natural abilities."
She gestured toward the center of the practice area, where Diana and Kal-El stood facing each other with expressions of barely contained excitement. Both wore training gear that had been specially constructed to withstand superhuman forces—leather and cloth reinforced with Asgardian metallurgy and Amazon craftsmanship, designed to provide protection without restricting movement.
Diana's dark hair was pulled back in the practical style favored by serious warriors, and her blue eyes held the kind of focused intensity that suggested she was already calculating angles and distances. Her training sword—a masterwork of Amazon smithcraft that could withstand forces that would shatter normal weapons—rested easily in her grip with the familiarity of someone who had been training with bladed instruments since she could walk.
Kal-El's dark hair fell across his forehead in a way that made him look younger than his eight years, but his remarkable blue eyes blazed with anticipation and something approaching relief. For the first time in his life, he was facing an opponent who wouldn't be injured if he forgot to hold back, someone who could match his strength and speed without being broken by the encounter.
"Rules of engagement," Captain Tyr announced, his battlefield voice cutting through the morning air like a blade. "No intentional strikes to disable or seriously injure. Combat continues until one participant yields or instructors call halt. Magic is permitted but discouraged—this exercise focuses on physical capabilities and weapon technique."
"And remember," Antiope added with the kind of maternal sternness that somehow managed to be both caring and intimidating, "you are training partners, not enemies. The goal is to help each other improve, not to prove superiority."
Both children nodded their understanding, though the energy crackling between them suggested that friendly intentions wouldn't prevent this from becoming an intense contest.
"Begin when ready," Tyr commanded, stepping back to a safe distance while maintaining clear observation angles.
For a moment that seemed suspended outside normal time, Diana and Kal-El studied each other with the kind of focused assessment that true warriors brought to evaluating new opponents. Each was taking measure of stance, weapon position, and the subtle indicators that revealed intended strategy.
Then Diana moved.
The attack was purely Amazon in its execution—fluid, precise, and delivered with the kind of economic efficiency that came from centuries of refined combat philosophy. Her training sword swept toward Kal-El's left side in an arc that would have bisected a normal opponent, the blade moving with speed that made it seem to blur at the edges.
But Kal-El was ready for it.
His own weapon came up in a defensive counter that was more instinct than technique, his Kryptonian reflexes allowing him to track movement that would have been invisible to normal eyes. Steel met steel with a ringing crash that echoed across the courtyard like thunder, the impact producing a shower of sparks and a harmonic tone that spoke to forces far beyond normal human capability.
Neither weapon broke. Neither child was driven backward by the collision. Instead, they separated and immediately engaged again, their movements becoming a dance of attack and counter-attack that operated at speeds that made conventional combat look like choreographed theater.
"By the Tree," breathed Thor, his own considerable combat experience allowing him to appreciate the techniques being displayed even if he couldn't entirely follow the speed of execution. "Look at them move."
Diana's training showed in every gesture—footwork that maximized leverage while maintaining perfect balance, blade work that demonstrated mastery of classical Amazon techniques, and tactical awareness that allowed her to anticipate Kal-El's attacks while setting up her own offensive combinations. She fought with the precision of someone who had been trained by the greatest warriors in history, her every movement economical and purposeful.
But Kal-El was beginning to adapt with the frightening speed that marked him as something beyond normal learning curves. His initial responses were crude but effective, relying on raw speed and strength to compensate for his lack of formal technique. But with each exchange, his movements became more refined, his defensive positions more sophisticated, his attacks more strategically sound.
"He's learning during the fight," Sif observed with the kind of professional amazement that came from recognizing something exceptional when she saw it. "Not just adapting to her techniques, but actually incorporating them into his own style."
"Kryptonian mental processing," Loki murmured, his enhanced senses allowing him to track details that others might miss. "His mind is operating at accelerated speeds, analyzing her movements and developing counters in real-time. It's like watching someone compress years of training into minutes of experience."
The pace of combat continued to accelerate until both children were moving at speeds that created visible distortions in the air around them. Diana's blade work had evolved from classical Amazon forms into something more personal—techniques that incorporated her divine heritage and natural abilities while maintaining the technical precision of her formal training. Kal-El's defense had become a fluid combination of speed and positioning that allowed him to handle attacks that would have overwhelmed most adult warriors.
And then something shifted.
Perhaps it was the realization that they were truly evenly matched, or perhaps it was the simple joy of finally being able to fight without restraint, but both children suddenly began to smile during combat. Not the grim focus of serious warriors, but the pure delight of young people who had found their perfect playmate.
"They're enjoying this," Angrboda observed with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Actually having fun while trying to brain each other with swords."
"As it should be," Antiope said approvingly. "Combat training should be joyful as well as educational. Fear and anxiety produce defensive fighters. Confidence and pleasure produce warriors."
The fight continued with increasing intensity, both children pushing themselves harder as they realized their opponent could match whatever they brought to the encounter. Diana began incorporating acrobatic elements that showcased her divine agility—leaping attacks that utilized three-dimensional movement, spinning strikes that generated tremendous force through angular momentum, defensive rolls that flowed seamlessly into offensive combinations.
Kal-El responded by embracing his Kryptonian capabilities more fully than he ever had before. His movements became a blur of barely controlled power, his defensive positions generating shock waves when Diana's attacks connected, his own offensive strikes producing sonic booms that rattled the courtyard's stone walls.
And that was when the observers began to truly understand what they were witnessing.
"He's been holding back," Thor said quietly, his voice carrying the kind of stunned realization that came from having fundamental assumptions challenged. "All these years, in all our training sessions... he's been holding back by enormous margins."
"Look at the forces they're generating," Hogun added, his experience with advanced weaponry allowing him to calculate the power levels being displayed. "Those impacts would kill normal opponents instantly. The shock waves alone are sufficient to shatter bones."
"And they're barely getting started," Fandral observed with something approaching awe. "Watch their breathing patterns, their muscle tension. They're treating this as moderate exercise, not maximum effort."
Loki's expression had grown thoughtful in the way that suggested he was recalculating his understanding of fundamental concepts. "I've seen Kal-El hold back during our magical training exercises, but I assumed that was just caution around potentially dangerous energies. I never realized he was restraining his physical capabilities to this degree."
"None of us did," Sif said quietly. "He's been so careful, so controlled in all his interactions. We've been treating him like a child who happens to be unusually strong, not realizing that he's been constantly managing power levels that surpass most gods."
The combat continued to intensify, both children pushing each other to greater heights of performance through the simple joy of finally finding an equal opponent. Diana's techniques evolved from Amazon classical forms into something uniquely hers—combinations of divine power, warrior training, and natural creativity that produced attacks no one in the courtyard had ever seen before.
Kal-El's responses became increasingly sophisticated as his accelerated learning processes absorbed not just Diana's techniques but the underlying principles that made them effective. His movements began to show influences from multiple combat traditions—Amazon precision, Asgardian power, and something uniquely Kryptonian that turned physics itself into a weapon.
"They're not just fighting," Sigyn observed with scholarly fascination. "They're creating new combat forms through the interaction of their different capabilities. Diana's bringing divine technique to bear against Kryptonian adaptability, and the result is producing innovations that neither could achieve alone."
"Collaborative evolution," Loki agreed, his voice carrying genuine excitement at witnessing something unprecedented. "They're teaching each other through combat, developing abilities that transcend their individual training."
The fight reached a crescendo when both children simultaneously attempted their most ambitious attacks—Diana launching herself into a spinning aerial strike that would have impressed gods, while Kal-El met her approach with an upward counter that generated enough force to create a visible shock wave in the surrounding air.
The collision when their blades met was spectacular—a burst of light and sound that sent ripples across the courtyard and forced even the enhanced senses of the magical practitioners to retreat temporarily from the overwhelming sensory input.
When the light faded and the ringing in everyone's ears subsided, Diana and Kal-El stood locked in perfect balance, their weapons crossed between them, both breathing hard but neither showing signs of serious fatigue.
For a moment, they held the position, each testing the other's strength and finding it perfectly matched. Then, simultaneously, both began to laugh—not the exhausted laughter of warriors who had pushed themselves to their limits, but the pure joy of children who had just discovered their favorite new game.
"Draw?" Diana suggested, her blue eyes bright with excitement and satisfaction.
"Draw," Kal-El agreed, stepping back and lowering his weapon with visible reluctance. "But we're doing this again tomorrow, right?"
"Definitely," Diana replied with the kind of grin that suggested she had found exactly what she'd been hoping for in a training partner.
The silence that followed was broken by Captain Tyr clearing his throat with the deliberate sound of someone who needed to address significant developments.
"Well," he said in the carefully neutral tone that military professionals used when processing unexpected information, "that was... educational."
"Educational is one word for it," Antiope agreed, though her expression suggested professional satisfaction rather than concern. "I believe we have a better understanding of what we're working with."
She moved toward the center of the courtyard where both children waited for their instructors' assessment, her manner still alert but noticeably more relaxed than it had been before the demonstration.
"Strengths and weaknesses?" she asked in the tone of someone conducting a professional debrief.
"Diana's technique is superior," Tyr observed, his assessment clinical but respectful. "Classical training, proper form, strategic thinking. She fights like someone who's been taught by masters."
"But Kal-El's adaptability is remarkable," Antiope added. "I watched him learn and incorporate new techniques during the fight itself. By the end, he was using modifications of Amazon forms that I've never seen before."
"And their power levels?" Thor asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer would be significant.
"Substantially beyond what we expected," Tyr admitted. "We'll need to completely redesign training protocols to accommodate forces of this magnitude. Standard equipment and safety procedures are entirely inadequate."
"But manageable," Antiope said with the confidence of someone who had dealt with exceptional students before. "They have excellent instinctive control, and they clearly understand the concept of restraint. With proper instruction, they can learn to modulate their capabilities for different training environments."
As the formal assessment continued and plans were made for future training sessions that would properly challenge both children without destroying the palace infrastructure, the observers began to process what they had witnessed.
"I feel like we owe Kal-El an apology," Sif said quietly to Thor as they walked back toward the palace. "All these years of careful, gentle training... he must have been dying to really test himself."
"He never complained," Thor replied, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and guilt. "Never made us feel inadequate or fragile, never showed frustration at having to constantly hold back. The level of self-control that must have required..."
"He's been protecting us," Loki said with the kind of realization that made him reassess fundamental assumptions about family dynamics. "Not just being careful around us, but actively shielding us from the reality of how different he really is."
Behind them, Diana and Kal-El walked together with the easy camaraderie of two people who had just discovered they were perfectly matched partners, already deep in conversation about techniques they wanted to try and training scenarios they wanted to explore.
And watching them, their family began to understand that they hadn't just gained a new daughter and sister, but had finally given their youngest son the gift of someone who could challenge him to become everything he was capable of being.
The future, it seemed, would be very interesting indeed. But also, for the first time, it would allow Kal-El to truly be himself without fear of accidentally harming those he loved.
Some gifts, the royal family was beginning to understand, were more precious than they had initially realized.
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