At the Kent farm…
Martha and Jonathan are having a talk with Clark.
"Clark," Martha said. "Me and your father have come to a decision. We think it is best for you to go and become an xailen warrior."
"Mainly your mother," Jonathan said.
"I don't want to go."
Clark threw Jonathan through a closed window.
"That's it young man you will be sent to China tomorrow. Maybe you'll learn manners."
China…
Clark went into a room and a bald monk greeted him.
"My name is Master monk. Now try to snatch the pebble from my hand," The monk said while sticking his hand out.
Clark used his super speed and snatched the pebble.
"What?"
"Ha ha ha ha," Clark said.
"Uh please wait in the other room," Master monk said while sweating.
Clark left the room.
Just then some other monks entered the room.
"How is this possible? This must be some sort of magic," Master monk said.
"Indeed master," One of the other monks said.
"Hmm I know he cannot possibly walk on the tarp and not rip it," Master monk said.
The next day…
Clark walked into a room with tarp in it.
"Now walk on this tarp without tearing it," Master monk said.
Clark barley hovered and pretended to walk across it.
"B-b-b-b-but how?"
"You see I am very talented," Clark said while chuckling.
"You're still not a priest yet. First we will shave you bald."
"But my last name is Kent not Luthor."
Just then two other monks dragged him into a barber shop.
"How do you want it?" The barber asked.
"Luthor style," One of the monks said.
The barber tried to cut Clark's hair but nothing happened.
"I can't cut his hair," The barber said.
The next day…
One of the monks knocked on Clark's door.
"Hello? Clark said. OW!"
"Are you done pulling out your hair?" one of the monks asked.
"Yes."
Clark came out of his room and his head is rapped in bandages."
"Very good."
The monk patted Clark on the head.
"Ow ooo."
4 years later…
Clark is in a room with Master monk.
"Clark you are now ready to be a priest."
"Thank you."
The monk lead Clark into a room with a hot anvil.
"Carry the anvil to the other side of the room and the image of the loin and the dragon will be burned into your arm."
The monk left the room. Clark picked up the anvil and carried it to the other side of the room, but nothing happened.
At the airport in America…
"Did you have fun?" Jonathan asked.
Clark picked up Jonathan and threw him through the nearest closed window.
The End
Author's note: Jonathan was not hurt badly in this story.