Multiversal Wanderer: Starting in Naruto

Chapter 91 - 91: Professor X Takes Action

"According to our frontline reporters, the mutant involved in the incident is just a teenage boy. He allegedly attacked six people and froze them solid. We have reason to believe that mutants are inherently violent—"

"Damn it!" George growled, slamming his fist against the desk. He was at the police station, staring in disbelief at the sensationalist nonsense spewing from the TV. "These damn TV stations are always making things worse!"

"Boss, don't do this," a fellow officer said, trying to calm him down. "This isn't the first time you've dealt with this kind of garbage reporting. They love drama, they exaggerate everything to boost ratings. It's not worth getting worked up over."

George sighed heavily. "I just don't get it. What the hell are these reporters trying to do? Do they even have a conscience anymore?"

"It looks like we'll have to keep that poor kid in holding for a few more days," the officer said.

Everyone in the station shared George's sentiment. They all sympathized with Bobby. Technically, he was the victim—but now the real perpetrator was nowhere to be found, and Bobby was being painted as the villain.

---

Mutant Academy

"We have a new mutant—one of our own—and now Bobby's in trouble. I need you to bring him back," Professor X said, his tone calm but serious. He had already sensed Bobby's emotional distress, and after catching the news, it was clear the boy was being held by the NYPD.

"Logan, take Cyclops with you to the New York Police Department," he instructed.

Logan, chomping on a cigar, gave a skeptical look. "I'm good with that, but... Cyclops? Isn't it a little early for the kid to go on a mission?"

"I can do it," Scott—Cyclops—stood up without hesitation. "I'm ready. I can handle an X-Men mission."

This was Scott's first real field mission with the team. He'd only been at the Academy for a short time, and although technically an adult, he was still inexperienced compared to someone like Wolverine.

"I believe Scott's ready," Professor X said. "Besides, this isn't a combat mission. You're just picking up Bobby. If something does go wrong, Logan, I trust you'll handle it. Have some faith in him—and in yourself."

"I've already spoken with the FBI. They've coordinated with the NYPD to release Bobby. Whether or not he wants to go home to his family, that's his decision. If he does, let him. If not, don't force it."

"You're still in touch with the FBI?" Logan asked with a raised brow.

"I had dealings with them during the Cold War," Professor X replied, his voice dropping. He didn't elaborate—that was a dark Chapter of his life. But he had long come to terms with his condition and accepted the path he was on.

---

Logan and Scott hit the road in Logan's beat-up old Dodge, a car that looked like it hadn't seen maintenance since the Reagan administration.

"Logan, can you please stop smoking? This car already smells like an ashtray," Scott finally spoke, breaking the long silence between them.

"Kid, this is the smell of manhood," Logan replied without looking away from the road.

"Pretty sure Professor X would tell you that 'manhood' leads to lung disease and cancer."

Logan chuckled. "Good thing my lungs regenerate. Worst case, I just grow new ones."

Scott rolled his eyes. He couldn't argue with that kind of healing factor.

"We're almost there," Logan said. "Get ready. We're dealing with cops."

"You think I don't want to open the window and get some air? Your damn window is stuck!"

"Oh, right. Forgot the window's busted," Logan said with a smirk, unapologetically.

"Enough of this crap. We're here. Let's go."

---

By the time they arrived at the NYPD, it was already dusk.

"Evening, officer. We're here to speak with Chief George Stacy. We're here to bail out Bobby."

"Hold on. I'll let the Chief know."

Moments later, George stepped into the lobby.

"Mutant Academy, huh?"

"Yes," Logan said, lighting another cigar. "We're here for Bobby. I believe you've already been contacted."

George eyed Logan with suspicion. The man didn't exactly look like a teacher. "What class do you teach? PE?"

Logan gave a sly grin. "History, actually. Well... I've lived long enough to be one."

George didn't realize he was talking to a man who'd lived through both World Wars. He just sighed and said, "Fine. Come with me for the paperwork. The kid can go talk to Bobby."

Logan handed Scott a nod, and the younger mutant headed toward the holding cells.

George led Logan to his office, where they began the bail process.

"Are you sure you can take care of Bobby?" George asked, concerned.

Logan's usual smirk faded. "We've done this before. The kid from earlier—Scott—he grew up at the Academy. We take this seriously, Chief. Bobby's one of us now."

George nodded slowly. He'd gotten to know Bobby a bit during the past few days and had seen firsthand that the kid was kind-hearted, polite, and far from the monster the media was painting him as.

"I hope you're right," George said. "That kid... he's been through a lot. His family... it's complicated."

"We won't push him. If he wants to visit home, we'll make it happen. The Academy isn't a prison. It's a place where he can be himself. Freely."

Before George could reply, a thick red laser beam suddenly shot through the ceiling above them, blasting through the room and sending chunks of plaster raining down.

"What the hell?!" George shouted, immediately drawing his pistol. "Is the station under attack?!"

Logan cursed. "Oh shit..."

He didn't need to guess—he knew exactly where that beam had come from.

Scott.

"All units, report in! Anyone hurt? Repeat, any injuries?!" George barked into his radio.

"No injuries. Over!"

"All clear. Over!"

Once the chaos settled and the damage was surveyed, George turned to Logan with a sharp glare.

"Chief... I think I know what caused that laser," Logan said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"You've got to be kidding me..." George muttered, rubbing his temples.

Logan could only sigh. This was going to take a lot more explaining than he'd planned.

-----------

"Scott, what the hell are you doing?!"

George stormed into the police detention room with Logan hot on his heels. One look at the scene, and he could already guess—it had to be the people Logan brought with him who stirred up this mess.

"Is this how you guarantee my safety?" George snapped. "Do you know how many reporters are camped outside, just waiting for any hint of a scandal? Well, congratulations. You gave them exactly what they wanted."

He was livid, and for good reason.

His officers were even more furious. They'd been nothing but accommodating to Bobby during his stay, making sure everything was in order. They were just about to post bail when everything went to hell.

"Look at the buildings around us! To be honest, if you hadn't admitted to it yourself, I'd think we were hit by alien laser weapons."

Logan stood awkwardly to the side. Scott was normally one of the most reliable people on the team—why else would the Professor entrust him with missions? But now...

"What the hell happened, Scott?" Logan demanded.

"I'm sorry," Scott said, knowing he had messed up big time. "I just... I lost control while I was demonstrating my powers."

"You took off your red quartz glasses?" Logan's eyes widened.

"Yes. I'm really sorry, Logan," Scott said, sincerely apologetic.

"You're lucky the only damage was to buildings," Logan said, visibly disappointed. "What if someone had gotten hurt? What then?"

"I take full responsibility," Scott said. "We'll compensate the NYPD for all damages."

"You think this is about money?" George shot him a sharp glare, clearly unimpressed by the offer.

"We'll pay triple the damages," Logan cut in quickly, trying to smooth things over. "It's a sincere apology. And Scott will reflect on what happened—he'll take full responsibility."

George raised an eyebrow. "Triple?"

"Yes," Logan confirmed.

George paused for a beat, then gave a small nod. "Deal."

The sudden shift in his tone caught Logan off guard. Just a second ago, George looked ready to throw punches. Now he was all business.

Turns out, New York's city budget had been tight lately. With that kind of payout, George could finally give his team a much-needed bonus. Green bills were hard to say no to.

Logan let out a small sigh of relief. At least this was resolved. Rich professors did come in handy sometimes.

"Bobby, you alright?" Logan turned to check on the kid.

The group quickly surrounded Bobby to comfort him. The poor kid had basically walked into a war zone without asking for it. Even though his first impression of Logan and Scott wasn't great, seeing Scott—a fellow mutant—gave him a sense of familiarity, of kinship.

Suddenly, a panicked officer burst into the room.

"Chief! We've got a situation! A ton of reporters and protesters just pushed past the outer line. We're getting overwhelmed!"

"You New York cops are protecting mutants?!"

"Mutants are dangerous! They should be locked up!"

"Anyone who breaks the law should be punished, mutant or not!"

"Chief George, are you hiding a suspect in your station? We have a right to know!"

The chaos outside erupted into shouting and shoving. Thankfully, the detention room was secure enough to keep the mob from rushing in.

George turned to Logan and barked out quick instructions. "Get Bobby out of here—now. Use the back door. There's a police car parked there. Move fast and be careful. All three of you."

He never expected his decision to shelter a mutant kid would cause such a storm. The last thing he needed was an angry mob destroying the precinct.

Logan nodded. "I'm Logan, and the guy who caused that mess earlier is Scott. We're both mutants, just like you, Bobby. We're taking you to the Mutant Academy first. After that, you can decide what you want to do. But for now, come with us—no drama. Got it?"

Bobby gave a silent nod. He wasn't thrilled about trusting strangers, but George's officers had treated him well. He didn't want to bring more trouble to them.

"Alright, let's go," Logan said, grabbing Scott and Bobby as they made a break for the back exit.

But just as they reached the rear gate, they hit another wall—this time, of people.

"There! Three of them! None in uniform—one's a kid! That's gotta be Bobby!"

"Yeah, it's him! His face was blurred on TV, but that's definitely Bobby!"

"Trying to escape now, huh? Bobby, you're a murder suspect—how dare you run?!"

Reporters and protesters had already surrounded the back wall. Though none dared cross the line and physically storm the police station—knowing the police were armed and ready—it created a deadlock.

"What now?" Scott asked, glancing around nervously. "There are too many of them."

Logan clenched his fists in frustration. If it were a real enemy—some supervillain or Sentinel—he'd fight his way out without hesitation. But these were just civilians. He couldn't just plow through them.

Inside a nearby car, Su Xiu Yu casually glanced out the window.

"What's with all the noise?"

"A bunch of angry reporters and protesters," he muttered. "Ignore it."

Then a voice pierced the crowd.

"Big brother! Save me!"

A kid clung to the iron gate, waving frantically.

Su Xiu Yu looked again—it was Bobby.

"I saw him on the news," he muttered. "This kid's got potential. I remember seeing him on the beach, pretty reserved. Not like the others."

"He might even make a good apprentice," he added, half to himself.

"Then go help him," Uzumaki Mito said gently. She wasn't one to interfere, always offering help rather than orders. To her, being a good wife meant supporting Xiu Yu, not bossing him around. Of course, Su Xiu Yu, emotionally stunted as he was in his previous life, didn't quite realize how good she was to him.

"Nirvana Abode Technique."

With a snap of his fingers, a low-level illusion spell swept through the crowd outside the gate.

To Logan, Scott, and Bobby's eyes, the sea of people simply... dropped.

One by one, protesters and reporters collapsed on the cold pavement, fast asleep.

Cameramen slumped over their tripods, million-dollar gear crashing to the ground with a thud. When they woke up, they'd probably cry.

Su Xiu Yu stepped forward.

"Nice to see you again, kid," he said, pulling a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Bobby, whose face was streaked with tears. "What made you think of calling out to me?"

Bobby wiped his face, eyes still wide. "I just thought... maybe you were the only one who could help me. I didn't actually expect you to show up."

"You really knocked them all out?" Bobby asked, glancing at the unconscious crowd.

"Relax," Xiu Yu said casually. "They're just asleep. They'll wake up in a few hours."

Then he turned to leave.

"Well, I did my part. Later, kid."

"Wait—!" Bobby called out.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Check my Pâtreon for (40) advanced Chapters

Pâtreon .com/Fanficlord03

Change (â) to (a)

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Discord Link Here:

.gg/MntqcdpRZ9