The Supreme Fire System
The Stranger Fight
In a forest....
Hiya, hi...!
Hap, hup...!
Zafier seemed to be training very hard. In terms of forced exercise and not caring about the condition of the body that is full of cuts and scratches, as if there is a feeling that is difficult to describe, can still be explained.
He is now 13 years old, exactly one month old.
A month ago, when he was 13 years old, was the last day on which a child would be determined whether he had fire talent or not. Unfortunately, until the end of his birthday, Zafier still can not awaken the power.
As a result, Zafier became a scene of ridicule and insults. Even with self-awareness, he felt that his failure in awakening the power of fire had humiliated his father as the founder of the college who even held the status of being the strongest human in the city.
His father was famous for his fire ability that was unmatched even in several cities around. This certainly makes others will consider themselves as children with disabilities and hereditary destroyers.
Feelings of humiliation and humiliation and envy of others who are similar to him, not just felt that day. You could say since some friends his age raised the power of fire at the age of a toddler. Such a feeling he had already endured for almost nine or ten more years.
Fortunately, he was not discouraged by his shortcomings. In order to compensate for the abilities of children his age, the days he lived were filled with hard training. It would not be wrong to say in this world the child with the strongest physique might be him.
But all of this cannot cover up reality. The fact that no matter how hard he went through physical training, still he would lose to a person who had the ability of fire.
Until the last day the fire power awakening arrived and found himself lacking that talent, leaving his heart and feelings wounded and broken. Coupled with the ridicule he received, it felt like he wanted to cut off his life vein right then and there.
Luckily his father and mother were not arrogant and selfish people towards disgrace. Instead they feel compassion and support him to continue to practice so as not to be left behind from others.
"Zafier... Life is not a matter of strength. You may not be the lucky one among thousands of people at one point. But dad knows... Among millions of people, you are the lucky one in every way." Her father advised.
That sentence motivated Zafier to get back up and not be discouraged to continue training and training like today.
"Really... Whatever happens, mom and dad will always support and protect you." Support mom. That softness made Zafier confident in determining the path and ambition he would take in the future.
Back to Zafier's training...
After practicing for hours, Zafier finally decided to finish. Given the sun has also begun to sink in the western horizon.
Unlike the previous days of training, the last month he often came home so late. Although his parents always reminded him not to be too ambitious or excessive, but for him this exercise has become his choice.
He may have lived a quiet and relaxed life under the power and property of his father, but how he was able to show his face when all the responsibilities shifted to him when he became his father's successor or successor, he said, he himself is a weak man. Precisely because of thinking about it, his spirit is increasingly passionate....
Zafier came home, walked down the path. He had to travel a distance of 3 kilo meters to get out of the forest interior.
It was not without reason that he took such a far place. When he found his current training ground, he thought it was so beautiful and suitable as a training ground.
A place with a waterfall and there is a small lake. The atmosphere can certainly eliminate fatigue in a short time. Especially if he is too tired, he can bathe and pedal there....
After walking for quite a while, Zafier finally walked out of the forest. With a slightly cliffs forest entrance, he could see firsthand his father's college area, as well as their residence.
However, just after leaving the last tree trunk, what he was witnessing right now hurt more than the feeling he felt when he did not get the power of fire.
Just by looking, anyone knew that what he was witnessing right now was a mass extermination.
He saw the fire with soaring and large embers, devouring all the buildings and residences. Everything was almost flat on the ground.
When he got there, he saw dozens or possibly hundreds of bodies lying without lives. His mind grew increasingly confused, of course what he was in his mind at this time was his father and mother. Whether they survived and escaped, or they were already one of hundreds of scattered bodies.
After running and surrounding the compound covered in heat, Zafier finally arrived at the main courtyard. He watched as someone was fighting against dozens of people.
Judging from the ability of the person, it seems like they are not from this city. Even a child of Zafier's age could understand, maybe they were not from this world.
The ability to fight strangers is like a god. The mastery of the fire moves, the terrible impact of the attacks, and the level of fire they had, obviously no one had ever witnessed.
And more surprisingly, that one person seemed to be able to compensate dozens of opponents. Even if it is considered more carefully, the person has gotten many wounds all over the body and almost looks like an undead. Only a great fighting spirit could make one able to endure like that.
But his arrival was not to judge what their abilities were like or where they came from. More precisely, Zefier's gaze was fixed on the two body figures lying behind the person who was fighting alone.
Zefier's vision and feelings about the two men were unmistakably his father and mother. He immediately ran closer.
"A, dad... Mum..." The heart of Zefier ketir. He immediately hugged the two bodies, hoping that what he saw, was just a dream.
On the other hand, at the end of the fight between one and dozens of other people, there was a short conversation.
"Hurry up, hand over the thing...! I I'll make your death easier." Pinta was one of those dozens. It seemed like he was the leader of that group of people.
"Don't expect...! You think I'll just give it to you and let you run rampant with your rot." Reply to the person who is filled with the wound.
"I've been kind enough to give you one last chance. After this, don't think your death will be easy." Group leaders, again.
"Until I lose my life, this thing will never fall on anyone. I'd rather destroy it than you get this thing."
"Destroy...?! Do you think it can be destroyed? Even a leader-level person, would not be able to do it either."
"There's one way.... Don't tell me you don't know this." The man looked back, precisely at a child who was lamenting two corpses.
Looking at the direction of the person's view, the leader of the group immediately understood, what the person himself meant.
Imagining what was about to happen, the leader of the group was instantly enraged. "You....! If you do, I guarantee none of your family will survive." Shouted the leader of the group.
"REally...? Even if I give this thing away, I think the unwanted things will still happen to my family!" Reply to that man.
"Of course not.... I promise to talk to the chairman about the solution."
Hearing the answer, the man laughed. For a moment he looked like he had lost the weight of his body that was covered in wounds.
"You think...." The words stopped for a moment. "You think I'll believe it...?!"
After saying so, that person very quickly ran towards Zafier. Zafier, grieving, weeping and mourning the passing of his parents, was unaware of what was about to happen to him.
"Damn...! Hurry and stop him. Or I'll kill you all!" Shouted the leader of the group. All his subordinates also immediately moved quickly using the best moves they had to stop the person who was currently in front of Zafier.
Dozens of flames with great power, flew after the person. But just before the fire hit him, the man was seen hitting something on Zafier's forehead.
Seriate....