C18 elder memory (1/2)
It was almost evening when she bid her farewell to Bing Bing. Chang Jing's clothes did not have any pockets, so she directly put on the ring Bing Bing had given him on her right index finger. Although she was still unable to enter the Martial Arts Academy nor obtain her graduation certificate, with Bing Bing's guarantee, Chang Jing felt at ease. For a student who did not have a good grade, not being able to become a Martial Arts Academy was also within reason. Chang Jing's past few days of loss was mainly due to her magic which had frustrated her surging confidence. Of course, not being able to graduate had too great of an impact on him. But it doesn't matter. Our thwarted protagonist is about to enter the early stages of his glorious life.
When he reached home, it was already dinner time. Chang Jing's father was still busy working in the iron shop. The date for the weapon order was almost up. He still had to deliver the goods before the new year.
”Dad, let me help you.” Chang Jing said.
”Fei Er... ”Alright, you do it!” Chang Jing's father, who hadn't heard his son's voice for many days, was a little taken aback. He knew that his son had been suffering greatly in his heart these past few days, and she himself had been itching to suffer on his son's behalf.
, who had just walked out of the shadows of his heart, made up his mind.
”Oh supreme fire spirit, please bestow your servant's power — — small fireball!” A ball of fire flew out from Chang Jing's right hand that was wearing a ring, flying straight into the furnace. The flames in the furnace burned brightly, making the red Big Sword above the furnace even redder. The sword made contact with the water vapor in the air and formed a light mist above it with a sizzling sound.
”Dad, I want to go to Faculty of Magic next year.” Chang Jing then told her father about the decision she had just made …
”My son is already very outstanding.” Seeing the fireball, Chang Jing's father said to herself, ”Maybe the Faculty of Magic is more suitable for him.”
”Next year? ”Alright,” Chang Jing's father replied. ”I'll talk to your mother about it later, I'm just afraid that she might be worried that you won't be alone outside.”
”I'll take care of myself.” Chang Jing was moved. The people who cared about him the most in this world were her parents!
At this time, due to excessive heat, the Big Sword above the fire began to melt due to excessive temperature. The molten iron bubbled like volcanic magma. Just as Chang Jing's father wanted to remind him, a drop of molten metal had already splashed onto the ring on Chang Jing's right hand. The ring emitted a strange light.
A wave of pain came from the storage ring and went through's fingers all the way to his heart. Chang Jing fainted.