My Power Of Math Fantasies
6.4 Flick ring

Still in the same place. Shady trees, cool breeze, but the heat is heating up. Away from sight, the air seemed to be vaporizing, allowing the shadow behind it to twitch.

Two people of opposite sex, now squatting. The woman is busy paying attention to the activities of the man, while the man is busy with stones in his hands is also busy with his cute words.

"Even here no one has the fire element skill, and again the equipment looks backward. Addeehh," lamented the short-haired man a little messy as he patted the stone that was on both palms of his hands.

Wood and dry grass are available in front of him. The two white-haired birds had given themselves up to be a meal of starving stomach masters.

"Resha, instead of that time I also gave a ring of flickering fire along with fireworks. Why not just use that" Raisa said. Come crouching like Resha and watch what her partner does.

"Huh, time is there?" Resha stopped the rock he was playing. The focused look on the stone had changed direction into a dazed look looking at Raisa's round face.

"Yes, at that time Raisa gave it when we searched for information on the whereabouts of Mr. Opin in Rose village. Even Raisa saw you and the others wearing the ring, too" Raisa explained.

"What really?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Times?"

"said yes. Here, look." Raisa with an annoyed look flicked her thumb with her index finger. A fire instantly lit up like a tennis ball. The fire was burning from the thumb towards the palm of the hand.

Raisa swung her hand towards the wood and the dried grass in front of Resha. The fire in Raisa's hand devoured them.

"Lho, really. Where's the ring?" resha asked who was confused why the fire could come out of the flick of Raisa's hand, even though on Raisa's finger one was not seen wearing a ring of flick fire.

"You forgot that? we put the ring on our toes" said Raisa with anxiety. Raisa's gaze from the fire was changed towards Resha then glanced at the birds that had lost blood from her neck.

The newly awakened Resha even flexed her lip line as long as possible. He also clapped his hands as he recalled the reason why the ring of fire was placed under his feet.

"Aah~ ring items Free kayak gini mah just one use it can not be used anymore," said Resha.

Basically, an item, accessories, and other objects have different levels. The higher the level that the object has, the higher the level of strength, hardness, usefulness, durability, flexibility, and others are also higher.

The level of objects in the world is divided into eight, namely; Free, Common, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythical, and Cryptic. The flick ring that Raisa gave off was a Free leveled item. Free level items are low-class items that are often sold at a price that is so cheap.

This item is also usually not durable (easy to damage) and is also commonly called disposable objects. However, these low-class or Free items can also be used to support or create classy items on it, with one condition that they are objects of the same type.

Raisa, who is said to be a low-class object and only disposable, then put her mouth away. He does not accept and touch the things he once handed over.

"Where is. This ring of flick fire can be used five to ten times tofu. unless it is used directly in the hand, it has only been exhausted. Not that you know the flow of mana yourself. The closer the ring is to where—jari— will be issued, the stronger the fire and heat. And vice versa if the further the manpower, the smaller and weaker the fire will come out."

"Not to be explained, I already know," said Resha while taking the white poultry to put in the fire. After a few minutes Resha took the white poultry and then plucked the feathers.

Soon a mob of young men in their 20s with one grandfather and a boy appeared calling for the name of his master. Earlier the mob came home to prepare what was ordered by the young man. The akak is jacketed sleeveless and black-shirted in a cloth jacket.

Akak the young man who intended to turn his head and leave the work of plucking the fowl feathers. He shook his waist and smiled broadly. His eyebrows shriveled and his dimples were shown. He seemed so firmly excited.

Baskets, burlap sacks, wooden water barrels, fishing rods, and weapons; spears, short swords, and machetes. All that equipment will be used as training for them. Yes, more precise equipment to find food.

However, Resha raised her eyebrows. He still feels an oddity. So with a curious look, he smiled and asked what was in his mind.

"I feel there is less. Do you guys know that?"

"less?" they looked at each other and wondered. What things are lacking, that's their basic question.

"Be careful" said Resha.

"Our identity. Is that spirit?" askthem.

"No-no. I mean your typical image as someone who is on this land." Resha shook her head. He tried to let them guess what they should have. Although Resha was not a native in the land, but he seemed to know more about the land he was incising.

In the middle of the commotion asked each other. Finally Resha gave one more keyword.

"Still not knowing. Then try asking the person who has lived in your village for a long time. Him, the grandfather." Resha pointed to the grandfather who was silent with his grandson, Reynald. Grandpa was also the center of attention.

Feeling grandfather was too bad. Grandfather also calmly carved a smile in his wrinkled skin. He shook his head.

"I don't think a foreigner like you knows that. Well, actually this is not a secret anymore, but sometimes children now do not want to listen to parents like me," said the grandfather.

"It's the cake, don't twist around. Let's quickly tell us," lamented the Leo.

"The heirloom within. Maybe that's what the master meant."

"Huh, an heirloom within yourself. I mean our grandfather had that heirloom thing in our bodies. Hahaha, don't joke cake, our body time will be dissected to be used as heirlooms," said Petrick shuddering in horror. Even so, his hand did not come off stroking his catfish mustache.

"Not so is the concept, son. It is true that we Flowerisians have the power to bring out the heirlooms that we have from within us. By removing the heirloom, then our strength will also increase.

"The way to get it out is to find our identity like a fighting style. By knowing this, the weapons in us can also be imagined and rise. Once the weapon within us has come out, then that will be our weapon forever" explained the grandfather.

Grandfather then took two steps forward. He turned his bowed body and watched the young people before him.

"See grandpa. Grandpa will bring out grandfather's identity."

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Just information

1. Flick rings, magic items that are useful for making fire by snapping both fingers.