Douluo: Kizaru Douluo

Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province, Notting City, Holy Soul Village.

In the early morning, when I couldn't see my fingers, when everyone was asleep, a child of only five or six years old was fully dressed and walked out of his home, which could only provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he carried firewood, lit a fire, added water, cooked rice, and skillfully prepared breakfast for two people around the stove on a stool.

When everything was ready, he walked out of his home and strode to the top of the mountain to start his morning class.

It was not until daybreak that he came back from the top of the mountain and poured the crystal clear porridge in the pot into a bowl.

His father was the only blacksmith in the village. Although he earned a good income, he could only have this much breakfast because of his alcoholism.

After breakfast, his father, who smelled of alcohol, went back to the house to take a nap, while he continued to practice the Xuantian Kung Fu he brought from his previous life.

In the morning, Tang San took on two jobs in total, both of which were repairing farm tools.

Near noon, he stepped on a wooden stool to prepare lunch for the father and son.

In the afternoon, Tang's father raised the stove and started working, while Tang San went back inside to continue practicing his internal energy.

In the evening, Tang's father, who had been busy for a long time, went out to drink with the income he earned today, while Tang San could only eat a little food to fill his stomach.

After dinner, Tang San finished his evening chores, tidied himself up, got into bed and fell asleep.

These days seem to never end.

However, Tang's father's nightlife has actually just begun.

The tavern in Holy Soul Village.

Tang's father ordered a glass of cheap ale and drank it all in one gulp, just like those lazy guys who were just waiting to die.

The owner of the tavern, the bartender in front of him, was chatting lively with a few regular customers.

"The awakening ceremony is coming soon. My son will definitely become a soul master."

"Haha, boss, your martial spirit is a wine barrel. What kind of martial spirit can your son awaken? Isn't it still a wine barrel?"

"What cultivation potential does a wine barrel have? Can you throw a wine barrel out and hit people? Or can the wine barrel explode?"

"Maybe drinking the wine from the barrel can increase your strength."

"So, his son is still a good food-type soul master."

The regular customers teased the familiar tavern owner in a few words.

The tavern owner was not annoyed, and still smiled: "I don't impose too much, as long as my son can practice and get a soul ring, then he can have a gold soul coin as a subsidy every month."

"Haha, do you want to eat free food from Wuhun Palace until you die?"

"You're just kidding. Being able to eat for free from the Wuhun Palace is a skill. In our village for so many years, not many people have been able to get even one gold soul coin from the Wuhun Palace." The shop owner smiled and said: " When the time comes, if I inherit this tavern, I won’t have to worry about food and drink.”

"..."

Tang's father lowered his face, and no one could see his expression clearly, and no one wanted to see his expression.

He has been like this for so many years, sitting in the corner of the tavern, drinking the cheapest ale, with a low expression and saying nothing.

"Hey, Tang Hao, your mistress is also six years old. She should also participate in this year's awakening ceremony." The tavern owner handed over the second glass of ale: "Speaking of which, after the martial arts awakens, we should also consider the children. There is a problem with the way out.”

"Although the status of the blacksmith is lower, you still have no worries about food and drink. Why don't you pass on your blacksmith skills to the mistress."

"Yes, Tang Hao, mistress is not as drunk as you. As long as you become a blacksmith, you will not only have food and drink, but also save some money and marry a wife." The regular customers next to him also echoed.

"But Xiaosan is too thin. With his thin arms and legs, he probably can't even lift a forging hammer."

"You're fat. Were you able to hold a forging hammer when you were six years old? Besides, Tang Hao spent all the money he earned from blacksmithing on drinking. How could Tang San gain weight?"

"That's right. Hey, Tang Hao, Xiaosan is a good boy. Don't delay him. Don't grow up and can't even swing a forging hammer."

Although the children in the village looked down upon Tang San because of his name and his family, Tang San was widely praised by the adults in the village.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Tang San was a good boy. She has been cooking for her unreliable alcoholic father every day since she was four years old, and she is very decent in speaking and doing things.

How could such a good boy have such a father?

"..." Tang Hao remained silent and drank the wine in the glass again.

The wine glass was put into the tavern owner's hand again, and Tang Hao waved his hand to signal him for another drink.

Tang Hao was so strong that he pushed the tavern owner back a step.

"You are so strong, you deserve to spend your whole life forging iron." The tavern owner muttered and left.

The tavern owner knew that Tang Hao was a man with a story, but so what if he had a story? Now he is even worse than them. If he wants to drink to the fullest, he can only drink the cheapest low-quality ale. The good son of the family can barely fill his stomach.

……

The next day, breakfast time.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out: "Can I use this piece of iron?"

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to the pig iron. "Huh, is there iron essence in here?" Walked over and looked down, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

Tang San nodded, "Dad, you are old. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job."

Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded, remembering what the tavern owner said yesterday, and murmured: "The blacksmith seems to be pretty good too."

So Tang San began to learn how to blacksmith.

……

During lunch time, the tavern owner, who had slept very late, got up from the bed and sat at the dining table, watching with satisfaction as his son filially handed the chopsticks to his hand.

People said Tang San was sensible, but in the eyes of the tavern owner, his son's sense was no less sensible than Tang San. It's just that Tang San was more filial because he had an alcoholic father.

At the dinner table, the tavern owner told his son what happened to Tang Hao yesterday, and his son showed a strange smile.

"Dad, you have walked your own path. Why do you worry about Tang Hao's family? The mistress is sensible and will definitely starve to death in the future. You should worry about our family's publicity."

The tavern proprietress said next to her.

"Mom and Dad, I'm full. I'm going back to my room first." After finishing his meal, the child named Zhang Yang put the bones on the table into a bowl and carried them to the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, son, I put the book on the table in your room, did you see it?" the tavern owner thought of something and said quickly.

"I saw it, I've been watching it all morning." His son's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Ah."

The son went back to the house to read again, and the couple had a satisfied smile on their faces again.

"With our son's eagerness to learn and his clever mind, God can definitely awaken his soul power even if he is blind." The shop owner smiled.

"Hurry up and eat your food. If you eat so slowly, the tavern will not be open at noon?" the proprietress scolded: "The six-year tuition and living expenses of the Junior Soul Master Academy will cost so much money. Have you saved enough?"

"What's the point? Doesn't our village have a quota for work-study students every year? Tuition and accommodation fees are free." The tavern owner looked proud. This quota for work-study students can save the family a lot of money.

"What about the secondary soul master academy? Our son is so smart, is it enough to just go to the junior soul master academy? There are no places for work-study students in the intermediate soul master academy. The tuition fee will be hundreds of gold soul coins a year. Just this Can a run-down tavern do that?"

Yes, Zhang's mother has no doubt that her good son can awaken his soul power.

In the room, Zhang Yang was holding a book and listening to the movement in the outer room, speechless.

Didn't these parents consider the situation that they couldn't awaken their soul power?

Besides, even if he could awaken his soul power, the place for the work-study student would definitely belong to Tang San. He had twin martial souls + innate full soul power.

However, the martial spirit that Tang San exposed was only Blue Silver Grass. As long as his innate spirit power could be higher and he could get a martial spirit with offensive power, then it was really not certain who would get the quota for this work-study student.

If he really squeezed out Tang San and became a work-study student, then he would be the one who lives in House No. 7 and shares the same room with Xiao Wu. As for Tang San, he must either give up the path of soul master or...

No, judging from the personalities of the Tang family and his son, Tang San will definitely take the path of a soul master. As for tuition fees... It’s a joke, he is Tang Hao. Even if he is in such a desperate situation, it is not easy to get tuition fees for his son. Easy?

Besides, with the village elder Jack's fondness for Tang San, and the fact that Zhang Yang's family's family conditions were much better than those of the Tang family, he might not necessarily be able to win over him for the work-study student spot.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help scratching his head. Why did he want to seize the opportunity to play the leading role? Who gave me the courage?

It does not mean that those who travel through time must be children of the world.

The reason why Tang San is the Son of the World is because he is the author's biological son, and even the heroine is designed in the image of the author's wife.

Isn't it bad to think about robbing someone else's wife?

Speaking of which, the qualifications for time travel are really not selective. I was just quietly working on the Chinese version of "One Piece" in the studio. How could I suddenly time travel?

Besides, even if it’s time travel, shouldn’t it be time to travel into the world of One Piece?

What is going on in the world of "Douluo Dalu"?

There's no way he can compete with me.

Thinking that the awakening ceremony would be held in a few days, Zhang Yang felt like he couldn't concentrate on anything.

"How about... continue to go to the blacksmith shop to get familiar with Haotian Douluo and the future Poseidon?"