Ju Fufu, the name has a hint of playfulness, but it also hides an unspeakable heaviness. The popcorn pot in her hand, the flames jump in the pot, crackling, like those elusive moments of joy and pain in life. People always like to think that the lively pot edge is a symbol of joy, but only she knows how hot the flames in the pot are burning, and how much silent loneliness the sound of the spatula knocking conceals.

Her attack movements are simple but rhythmic. The first three of the four consecutive hits are as rapid as the breath of time, while the fourth is as steady as the sigh of life. She hits with the spatula, knocking out fragments of emotions, powerful and fragile. The flames are not blazing, but they are mixed with a hint of sadness. Every hammer she hits seems to hit the depths of her soul, as if she wants to wake up those sleeping wounds, but she is afraid that the pain will be too great and they will completely shatter.

Her evasive movements are no longer just simple escapes, but like a silent dance. The rotating spatula cuts through the air, and the sparks it brings are like the broken dreams in her heart, flickering and dissipating in the night. She is not just escaping, but using this rotation to weave an invisible net to resist the pain from the world. However, how can the helplessness revealed in the rotation of the spatula not remind people of those who are forced to go around in circles by life but can never find a way out.

When she “opens the pot”, she suddenly becomes no longer lonely. The flames rise, the pot is brought to the center of the field, and the circle of teammates gather around the fire, as if responding to her brief tenderness. The firelight reflects everyone’s face, bright and warm, like a rare moment of respite in chaotic life. But this warmth is limited, it is a bonfire on an isolated island besieged by suffering. Ju Fufu knows that the fire will eventually cool down, and the people sitting around will eventually disperse. The excitement around the pot can only temporarily cover up the coldness of loneliness.

Her wound system is meaningful. The more wounds she has, the stronger her attack becomes, as if she has built a defense line with her wounds. Wounds are not weakness, but a different kind of strength. She grows in brokenness and is tough in pain. Even with scars, she refuses to fall easily. Just like those souls hidden under the calm mask, they shed blood and tears, but still insist on walking on the gray streets.

Her support skills for her companions are the softest part of her heart. Quick support, parry support, additional attacks, these actions are like telling people that even if they are injured, they must ignite the flame of hope for each other. She is not an indifferent warrior, but a guardian who carries the burden forward. Her popcorn pot is not only burning with flames, but also her desire for warmth and trust in humanity.

When the finishing move is performed, the flames are burning and the popcorn is flying, as if all the suppressed emotions in her heart have finally burst out. That moment was blazing and poignant, like the brightest but shortest moment in her life. After the flames, only faint ashes and unspeakable expectations for the future remain.

After she left the battlefield, the pot was still swaying in the flames, and the popcorn was still jumping. The flame in the pot is not the end, but the beginning of another story. Her figure gradually went away, but in the jumping flames, she left a trace of tenderness and tenacity. The story of Ju Fufu may not have a vigorous wave, but it is like a cup of light tea, bitter and mellow, warming those who are struggling in loneliness.

Her popcorn pot is her weapon and her concern. She uses it to beat the helplessness of life, and also uses it to protect the little bit of weak warmth. Life is like popcorn in a pot, crackling and bursting into countless fragments, with pain and hope hidden in the fragments.

In this troubled world, Ju Fufu uses her spatula to beat a symphony about loneliness and tenderness. In the jumping flames, her story continues, like a dream that never stops.