Okay so this is probably gonna be shorter than the other one by a lot.
Astral was discovering that the difference between levitating in Astral form and levitating in human form was found in the fact that humans were not built for levitating. But he managed.
Kazuma Tsukumo put a hand on the being's shoulder and pushed him down to the floor. As his bare feet touched the hard wood, he turned to glare up at the taller, muscular man. Kazuma held up his hands in a 'don't hit me' position.
"What?" he asked. "You looked like you were getting tired. I was just trying to help."
"I can take care of myself." The young Astral Being defended. Kazuma sighed.
"I know, I know." He turned back to the board. It was about as wide as his arm span and just a bit taller, filled with pictures tacked to it that had been taken from bushes like something in a bad spy movie. Most of them were of children. He looked at Astral, who was studying the board expressionlessly. "What have we got?" He asked.
"I took pictures of them using the scanner I 'rigged' to show levels of Astral energy." Astral said, pronouncing the human word like it was in a foreign language (which, for him, it probably was). He held up the scanner, which showed four pulses of light. Two were faint, one was brighter, and the last made all three of the others look like flashlights next to a forest fire.
"This is me," Astral pointed at the brightest light. "These two are the twins, my neice and nephew," he pointed at the two faintest, "And this one is my half-brother." He pointed at the second-brightest light.
Yuma followed the strange lady who had claimed to work with his father on what Kazuma had apparently called the "Astral Project". Obviously, this had been of interest to Yuma, Kite, and especially Astral. Yuma couldn't remember how or when Tori, Shark, Rio, and the rest of the Numbers Club had joined them, but they were all here now.
The lady led them through her shop back to a little room off the hallway, right by the storage rooms. Inside was a desk, some papers hanging from the ceiling, some papers taped onto the ceiling, and many stacks of papers on the desk. But above the desk was a board with faded pictures tacked on it in family tree form.
"Whoa. What was your dad working on?" Tori wondered in awe.
"Uh, Yuma?" Shark grabbed his friend's arm and pointed to the board. "Why are Rio and I on that?"
"And what is Hart doing up there?" Kite demanded.
But Yuma was more interested in the place occupied by a picture of Hart's apparent half-brother (opposite the other half-brother who was obviously a younger Kite). It was a sketch done on yellowed notebook paper, but the detail was astounding. It was a picture of Astral.