In a person’s life, there are always many unprepared days when they suddenly encounter incredible things. Just like Ju Fufu, she is not the kind of hero we are familiar with. She has no high background, nor is she the darling of fate. She just took a pot and stood at the junction of time and fire, quietly and firmly, choosing to fight.
When they first saw her, many people felt strange. A girl uses a pot as a weapon. Isn’t this a joke? But when you really get close to her, you know that the pot is not a joke, but her way of survival and her language to get along with the world.
Ordinary attack is her first way to express tenderness. Her attack is not like a violent roar, but more like a monologue. Four consecutive slashes, each of which is the release of an emotion in her heart. There is repression, struggle, understanding, and final relief. At that moment, her pot became a pen, and she silently recorded the path she had walked in this world.
Dodging seems to be her practice of dancing with fear. When the attack comes, she does not dodge or fight back, but uses the lightest posture to bypass the trap set by fate. She is not ostentatious, but sensitive. Just like a person who suffers from insomnia late at night, she learns how not to disturb everything around her while tossing and turning.
Special skills are the moments when she really ignites the inner fire. She spins, and the pot lid makes a low hum. That is not a show of skill, but she tries to convey to the world-“I am not powerless”. In that blow, you can see that every bit of anger and every drop of tears she has accumulated for herself turned into a beam of fire, not to destroy anyone, but to illuminate herself.
Her “fiery spin” is more like a dance and a struggle. She drags the heavy pot and spins in the chaos, as if she wants to use her body to throw away all the repression. In this state, she is desperate and not afraid of pain. She knows that in this indifferent world, only by burning herself can she become a trace of warmth for others.
Linking skills are like a hug of the soul. What she releases with the popcorn pot is not harm, but connection. She gave her teammates a chance to respond. Behind her battle, there was always a pair of warm hands supporting her. That feeling was like when you were in the darkest moment, you suddenly saw a light that was lit for you.
The finishing move was her most extreme way of expression. It was like a person finally mustered up the courage to shout out the pain in his heart. Two falling attacks, that was the heaviest part of her life – one from her past, and one from her confrontation with fate. Flame is her language, the pot is her shield, and also her hammer.
Her support skills reminded me of the moment when the doctor caught the patient who was about to fall. It was not a skill, but an instinct. When others were at their weakest, she could always stand up and block in front of them. This sense of responsibility never made a loud noise, but was quietly and firmly released in every action of hers.
The core skills were the continuation of her emotions. The pot was still attacking automatically on the field, which was the trace she left in the world. Even if she left the battle, the pot was still guarding. This way of existence was her gentle obsession – even if I can’t be by your side, I hope to have my strength to accompany you for a longer distance.
Her imagery is like a footnote to her growth. When she enters the battlefield, she gains heat, which is her personal charm. As soon as she appears, people can feel warmth and strength. Her “high temperature” effect is not only a symbol of fire, but also the heat of the soul. She transmits her energy to everyone, injecting the possibility of breaking through the defense line into the finishing move.
Her growth path is not smooth sailing. She continues to accumulate heat, polishes rotation, and turns pain into ability in one turn after another. She is not like the brave and fearless warrior we imagine. She is more like an ordinary person who refuses to give up her dream after being forced into a corner in life.
The reason why this character is moving is not because she is strong, but because she is gentle. She lets us know that gentleness is not weakness, and heat is not recklessness. She uses a pot, perhaps a metaphor for life, to resist indifference, refuse harm, stir-fry hope, and cook a pot of fireworks of her own.
She is an ordinary person, a person who grows slowly in flames and loneliness. She never said how great she was, but when you look at her back standing in the wind, you will understand: she is the self in our hearts who always refuses to bow down.