Chapter 1 Becoming a Warrior

The howling north wind, mixed with flying snowflakes, ravaged the wilderness of this northern country, and heaven and earth were one. No dividing line could be found, and the bare trees shrieked mournfully in the cold wind.

The noisy alleys in the past are particularly depressing and deserted. There were very few pedestrians. Occasionally, a person walked by. He was also fully armed. He was completely covered from head to toe, and only two black eyes were exposed. like a mysterious masked killer, the swollen cotton-padded jacket is in stark contrast to the nimble killer.

Winter in the north is particularly depressing, asif all living beings are dead. The water droplets instantly turn into ice cubes, making people's brains dull. If there is nothing to do, people mostly stay at home and rarely go out, and people become lazy.

In the short thatched hut, Chu Ming sat quietly on the wooden bed, turning his hands dexterously, and the water with the thickness of his thumb constantly shuttled between his hands. It was only to you, and the closest to him. 's partner.

cough...

The sound of coughing came from the next room. Although it was suppressed, it still did not escape Chu Ming's ears. Then his hand spread out gently, and the long stream of water miraculously contracted along with Chu Ming's hand. Go back and disappear.

Chu Ming lightly jumped off the wooden bed, walked out of the room quickly, poured a cup of boiling water into the iron pot on the stove, held it carefully, and walked towards the next room...

In the room, a weak woman leaned weakly on the pillow, her right hand pressed against her soft chest, her brows were wrinkled, her face was full of pain, but all when Chu Ming pushed the door, she quickly restrained her face. The pain disappeared instantly.

Chu Ming walked gently to the bedside: "Mom... Are you feeling better? Would you like to see a doctor? Your cough has gotten worse these days."

The woman gently stretched out her right hand, gently stroked her son's black hair, and said dotingly: "No... Mom is fine, it will be fine in a few days."

Chu Ming frowned, looked at his mother suspiciously, put his left hand on the cup, and after measuring the temperature, put the cup in front of the woman: "Drink some water, Mom, after drinking the water, I want to hear it and give it to you. Tell your dad's story."

She took the cup in relief, the woman took a sip, moistened her throat, and smiled: "I want to hear my dad's story, no problem... But you have to show your mother how good you are practicing, now, if you practice well, the mother will tell you!"

Chu Ming's excited eyes lit up, his hands were spread out, his wrists were about the thickness of his wrists, and nearly ten meters of water quickly appeared around Chu Ming's body, miraculously surrounding Chu Ming.

The woman nodded and looked at her precious son expectantly: "Okay, you can start the show, let mom see how well you control the flow of water!"

Nodding his head, Chu Ming danced with both hands, confidently controlling the nearly ten-meter-long water flow around him, dancing like a juggler. Chu Ming has absolute confidence in controlling the water flow. He has been practicing it every day since his mother taught him the game on his fifth birthday. It's been three years since then. The flow is one with him, and he can do whatever he wants.

After a while, Chu Ming withdrew his hands, and the long light blue water flowed back into his hands. He didn't know where to go. Chu Ming looked at his mother proudly and said firmly, "Mom, don't worry, Chu Ming will become the strongest fighter like his father in the future!"

The woman nodded bitterly when she heard her son's words, warrior? Is it possible for a water controller to become a powerful fighter? The woman looked at her son apologetically and knew that her son was a water controller, more suitable for a master. Cheng Bing was also unable to fight the fire control fighters.

Chu Ming walked to the bed, took off his shoes, climbed onto his mother's bed, snuggled into his mother's warm embrace, and said coquettishly, "Okay mom, now...it's time to tell me my dad's story!"

Hey...

The woman sighed secretly, knowing that the reason her son wanted to be a samurai so much was that she often told him stories about his father. The child's father is a powerful fire warrior, but unfortunately... the child's ability is not the same as his father's, but his mother's, he is a water controller!

Seeing her son snuggling in her arms, the woman clenched her arms and hugged her son even harder. The euphemistic story begins...

The afterglow of the setting sun came in gently from the window, and the story ended like this. Chu Ming looked out the dim window like a dream, and murmured, "Mom... Why hasn't Dad come back? When will he come back? Come back, I want to see him!"

The son's words made the woman's nose sour and almost burst into tears. As the strongest warrior in the neighborhood, on the sixth day of marriage, the child's father left with his companion. Nine years later, he even left. He doesn't know yet, I already have an eight-year-old son. Perhaps... not only the son but also the wife, he has been forgotten!

The woman's arms tightened. Now...she only has her son to live with her, but...the son is eight years old and it's time to go to school.

The woman's face became serious, she lowered her head, looked at her son in her arms, and frowned worriedly. In a few days, it will be time for the college to enroll students. Although she didn't want her son to leave her, she also thought about her son's future. It is impossible to keep your son by your side selfishly.

This is not the biggest problem. What impresses her most is that, as a water controller, her son aspires to be the strongest fighter. Not to mention whether this choice is good or not, the college will it. what!

The woman looked at her son tentatively: "Chu Ming, listen to my mother, it is good to be a soldier, a noble mage, you must know that the water mage has many beautiful little sisters, I am not afraid that no one will accompany you in the future, you play!"

"no-no!" "

Hearing her son's words, the woman could not help frowning anxiously. A water mage who wants to become a soldier will never be admitted to the academy. Although the eight-year-old has the opportunity to enter the college, the college's admissions standards are extremely strict. Among 1 million people, there are only 100 places a year.

The woman looked at her son with embarrassment, knowing that in the thousands of years before that, no water mage had become a powerful warrior. Based on this alone, no matter how good his son's talent is, the academy will never receive it.

Every woman knows that her son's talent is not particularly outstanding, it's just water control. Because he was trained from a young age, he possesses unparalleled proficiency. A woman has never seen someone so magically control the flow of water. , not even the greatest water archmage.

Although my son has only practiced for three years, these three years have been the fastest-growing years for my son. The realm that he has achieved in the past three years of cultivation, even if he works hard for another thirty years, he will never be able to reach it. After this time, people will never be able to control the flow of water so freely.