Super Human: When Tyranny Fell

"Wait! You were born at a time when there weren't any Superhumans?"

"Technically, yes." Nishi paused, watching Kabbo's flabbergasted face with barely veiled amusement. "So, Mr. Kabbo, what generation of Superhuman were you again?"

"52nd generation."

"Oh! That's quite young." She hummed, eyes sparkling. "I'm... on the other hand... 3rd generation," she said nonchalantly, taking another sip of her milk tea.

"If you're 3rd, then why wasn't there any- Oh my god!"
The realization struck Kabbo like a flying cow. His hands trembled, nearly spilling the tea. Slowly, he set the cup down on the table. A twisted smile crept across his face as he covered it with his hands, his brain painfully overloading.

Nishi, who had silently finished her tea by now, ignored his reaction and smiled. "Thank you so much for the tea, Mr. Kabbo. Your hospitality is indeed praiseworthy."

He looked back at her, replacing his shocked expression with his usual innocent smile.
"Maybe, for this praiseworthy hospitality of mine, we could both pretend this conversation never happened?"

Nishi shook her head from side to side, and his smile dropped.

"You know what? I really should have poisoned you."

"You're most welcome to dream about that. Hmm? What are you doing?"

"Calling my aunt."

"And why?"

"To tell her to start preparing for my funeral ASAP, of course!"

Nishi chuckled.

"You know, you have a rare talent for cracking jokes in the most absurd moments. I can almost see myself admiring you for that."

"I'm flattered, Miss Eumireqa, but this time I ain't joking. The forbidden knowledge you just bombarded me with could literally get me killed!"

"Wow! That honorific came out of nowhere."

"'Cause I know how to respect my elders. But that's not the point! The point is-why? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, of course, I need you to do me a little favor."

Despite himself, Kabbo snorted.
"Pff! Miss Eumireqa, this isn't asking for a favor-this is blatant blackmail!"