As the saying goes, there is nothing in the world that does not exist.
As we mentioned in a previous chapter, there are a thousand readers for every thousand Hamlets, and the thousand-and-first reader might be thinking of turning Hamlet into Harry Potter. This statement is equally applicable to hobbies; a thousand people will have a thousand different hobbies, and simultaneously, there may be a million interpretations of these thousand hobbies.
Sun Dazhi, originally, thought so. But Xia Huna did precisely that thousand-and-first person, giving him an idea that was beyond the three realms and outside the five elements.
Let us first introduce Sun Dazhi. He is a small business owner who runs a ceramic shop in Jinghai City. Of course, sometimes when customers like DIY, the shop also provides them with equipment to make small items they like.
However, Sun Dazhi's business has not been good lately. The scene of no customers at his shop door and the wrinkles on his forehead clearly show how worried he is.
Sun Dazhi was very happy to see Xia Huna come in with a Poké Ball. It had been so long since he had a living creature enter his shop. Even if it was a bit unethical, Sun Dazhi decided to get a few coins from Xia Huna.
Sun Dazhi, beaming with joy, welcomed Xia Huna from outside: "Sir, what would you like?"
Xia Huna glanced at Sun Dazhi and said, "I heard you can do it yourself here."
Sun Dazhi's expectations rose another notch. Making it oneself is different from buying it. People who make things themselves, except for those with fleeting interest, are generally willing to spend money. It seems today's income will not be small.
"Of course, you can. The workshop is in the back. But may I ask what you want to make? Is it a pot, a jar, an urn, or a bowl?"
As Sun Dazhi spoke, he observed Xia Huna's expression. Generally, young people like him come to make cups the most, but cups are not worth much. Although a bit materialistic, Sun Dazhi still hoped that Xia Huna would say words like 'urn' or 'basin'.
Of course, if Xia Huna uttered the word 'vat', Sun Dazhi wouldn't mind buying a few strings of firecrackers to set off.
After all, we all know that in ceramics, when subjective factors like relics and craftsmanship are not considered, and the shapes are similar, the more exquisite it is, the more valuable it is. When the craftsmanship is similar, the more extreme the shape, the more valuable it is – very large or very small ones are more expensive. And for DIY like Xia Huna's, the bigger it is, the more expensive it is.
Even if Sun Dazhi racked his brains, he wouldn't think of a shape larger than a vat. Although a 'ding' could be pieced together, who would be foolish enough to fire a 'ding' with ceramics?
Xia Huna, hearing the question, calmly uttered a single word: "Sword!"
Sun Dazhi froze: "What? Could you repeat that, please? What do you want to make?"
Xia Huna blinked: "I think my Minglong accent is quite authentic. Sword, understand?"
Sun Dazhi almost choked on his own blood. He had lived for forty or fifty years, thinking he had seen all sorts of people and all sorts of things, but this was truly unprecedented.
Sun Dazhi wanted to point at Xia Huna's nose and curse him. "Don't you know what kind of shop this is? You come to a ceramic shop and say you want to make a sword? I think you're quite 'jian' (cheap/nasty), are you deliberately messing with me?"
Sun Dazhi's breathing became gradually heavier, and his chest began to rise and fall noticeably. Xia Huna understood that his behavior was indeed somewhat nonsensical, but Xia Huna also knew that this was something that could be solved with money.
Xia Huna lightly placed a special check from the Minglong Continent's Pokémon Alliance Bank on Sun Dazhi's counter. This check could only accommodate five digits, but if you wrote five nines, they would default it to one hundred thousand Pokémon Coins.
"Boss Sun, I hope that no one finds out about my visit today, understand?"
Sun Dazhi hadn't seen such a large sum of money in months. After confirming that the check was real, Sun Dazhi decided to close shop for the day. What kind of customer could spend a hundred thousand Pokémon Coins to book the entire place? Sun Dazhi knew what was important.
Xia Huna, ignoring what Sun Dazhi was thinking, went to the workshop in the back and released Frogadier. After briefly learning how to use the equipment in the workshop, Xia Huna began Frogadier's special training.
"Frogadier, I will slow down the speed now, and you will try little by little to make a shuriken here. Do you understand?"
Frogadier nodded to show that he understood. Xia Huna pressed the switch, and the turntable began to spin. Frogadier stared intently at the clay on the turntable, his two hands constantly patting it.
Seeing Frogadier begin his special training, Xia Huna decided to call out Princess also, to see if Princess's artistic talent could be applied here. And Princess did not disappoint him. Before Frogadier could even craft his first shuriken, Diancie had already made a clay doll of herself. Of course, due to the material, the cute Mega Diancie still lacked the diamonds that should have been floating around her and the flowing white ribbons. 138 Read Network.
Diancie was very unhappy. Although she hugged her clay doll, she threw the remaining clay onto the turntable.
"Alright, alright, let's show this to Boss Sun first. Once it's made, I'll treat Boss Sun to make a custom mug with your portrait on it later, okay?"
Xia Huna cajoled her in various ways, and only then did Princess's mood improve. She sat with Xia Huna and watched Frogadier's special training. Xia Huna, seeing Frogadier gradually carve out a shuriken, also became interested, or rather, playful. He also started a turntable and tried to make a shuriken.
It was good that Xia Huna had the intention, but training needs to follow the basic principles. If you suddenly increase the speed so much, can you handle it?
Seeing Xia Huna covered in mud from his own efforts, Diancie covered her mouth and smiled, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his face.
Five minutes later, Frogadier finally handed the shuriken, or rather, a sword, to Xia Huna. Xia Huna was very satisfied after looking at it: "Although it took a bit longer, there's still significant progress. What we need to do next is accelerate, and accelerate, do you understand?"
Frogadier understood. The first acceleration was to increase the rotation speed of the turntable, as the water needed to spin even faster when he condensed his Water Shuriken. The second acceleration was to speed up his own processing speed. Making a sword in over ten minutes meant he would have been defeated long ago in a battle.
After Xia Huna pointed out a clear path for Frogadier, he continued to practice, appearing to share life and death with Frogadier. Xia Huna's hand speed was quite astonishing, his hands constantly moving on the evenly rotating turntable, and with each lift of his finger, a splatter of mud would fly out. Of course, with Xia Huna's physique, he could also fling mud, but the speed would be reduced by several levels. His current operation was aided by the system. Perhaps comparing what Xia Huna was doing to playing a rhythm game would make it easier to understand.
While Xia Huna's hands moved like afterimages, Frogadier, on the other hand, independently came up with a peculiar idea. He recalled something Xia Huna had said before: as long as you move with the other party, it means neither of you has moved.
In simpler terms, it's the concept of reference frames in physics. Frogadier had clearly misunderstood Xia Huna. "It's just spinning, isn't it? I'll spin with you!"
Frogadier directly hung himself from a ceiling beam with his tongue, spinning along with the turntable below. "As long as I spin as fast as you, it's equivalent to you not spinning. Once I get used to this rotation, you will be nothing. Frankly, if Frogadier didn't have this tongue that could be mistaken for a scarf, he really wouldn't have done this."
Frogadier's idea was good, but when Xia Huna saw Frogadier doing this, he was startled. Whether his brain would get congested was one thing, but if he continued to spin like this and his brain got used to this high-speed rotation, he might ignore the difficulty of making a Water Shuriken, but how would he walk? Wouldn't he feel dizzy when he went out?
Xia Huna quickly pulled Frogadier down from the ceiling beam and earnestly educated him. Frogadier also recognized his mistake. If his brain were to get confused one day and he accidentally fired a Water Shuriken and hit his trainer, *hiss*, that would be a terrible scene.
Seeing Frogadier looking embarrassed, Xia Huna gave him an idea: "You know, just treat this turntable as your hand. Think about it, isn't the water condensing in your hand similar to the clay on the turntable?"
Upon hearing Xia Huna's words, Frogadier tilted his head and looked at the spinning turntable in front of him. Then, he extended his hand and began to slowly condense a Water Shuriken. You must admit, these two scenes were indeed strangely similar.
Frogadier nodded to indicate that he understood what to do. He closed his eyes, extended his left hand to his chest, and a rapidly rotating water ball was slowly condensing into a shuriken. His right hand was placed on the rapidly rotating turntable, constantly modifying the clay on it.
Xia Huna was greatly surprised by this scene: "System, what's going on? Does Frogadier have such an ability? I want to learn it too, it's so cool! Is this what they call 'Mind's Eye'?"
The system sighed: "This isn't Mind's Eye. This is the application of 'Mind Like Still Water' that you made up when you were talking nonsense. Now it should be called the ability to transfer vision to hearing. That way, by perceiving the changes in the water in his hands, he can make changes to the turntable in front of him. You watch, it should yield results soon."