Outside Notting City, in the village of Lonegrass.
Morning. The rising sun bathed the land in a warm glow, like a gentle facial cleanser. A light breeze blew as white clouds drifted lazily across the sky.
"Children, follow Uncle inside."
In the central village square, in front of a pointed wooden house with a triangular roof and a sword-shaped emblem on the door, an elderly man turned slowly with the help of a cane, his face kind and gentle as he looked at the line of children behind him.
"Yes, Grandpa Village Chief!" the children replied obediently.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man beside the elder nodded and smiled. "Come on, kids, follow me."
He turned and pushed the door open, stepping inside. The children followed in an orderly manner, walking around the elder.
The procession moved slowly. Overhead, clouds gathered on the morning wind, and shadows quickly spread across the ground, dimming the surroundings.
Boom!
Without warning, a blinding flash of lightning tore across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
"It's thundering!"
A shrill scream rang out. A boy in the line collapsed to the ground, leaving a charred patch on the earth.
"Boss! Xiao Hai!" cries of alarm followed, as several children leapt aside.
The concern was genuine; the reactions were honest.
"Whoa, lightning out of a clear sky!" Nearby villagers were stunned and instinctively took several steps back. Their eyes turned toward the scene. The boy lay face down, his legs twitching slightly.
It seemed he wasn't quite dead yet.
Boom!
Another bolt of lightning struck. The boy's body jerked violently, then fell still.
"No way... did Xiao Hai just get struck dead?" a villager murmured.
"Shouldn't be... hasn't he been struck before?" a woman nearby replied uncertainly.
The villagers exchanged theories, but none dared approach.
The morning breeze continued, clouds rolling rapidly. Sunlight pierced through gaps in the sky and shone on the boy's body, making it glimmer faintly.
Two seconds passed. A third lightning strike didn't follow.
Phew!
Seeing the opportunity, the middle-aged man who had run out earlier dashed forward.
In a flash, he reached the fallen boy, grabbed him by the waistband like picking up a chicken, and sprinted back into the house.
Moments later, a voice called out from inside, relieved. "Xiao Hai just fainted. Everyone, come in."
"I knew it! Boss is lucky, he'll be fine!" The children outside instantly looked cheerful, talking big after the danger had passed.
"Come in, children," the old man said with a hint of relief and even a bit of joy in his eyes.
Maybe Xiao Hai will awaken a good spirit, he thought, stepping inside.
The children lined up again and filed in.
Soon, inside the spacious wooden house, the children stood in a neat row. At the front, the middle-aged man stood tall. To the left, a long wooden bench held the unconscious boy, lying peacefully, while the white-haired elder sat beside him.
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Douluo Dalu:Journey begins with Lightning
FantasyTransmigrated into the Douluo Continent, the protagonist awakens the seemingly useless Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, only to be struck by lightning during his awakening.Instead of dying, the lightning fuses with his martial soul, mutating i...
