LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 48: Let him cook
From a walk his movements became motionless, yet he continued forward, the lack of gravity had a weird feeling to it. But he didn't mind it, he began thinking of a way to make his new creation, but he couldn't brew in nothingness. He needed a place with equipment. With this in mind he created a room with all he needs. A pot of water a stove top, spoons and the things he was going to use to create this cure. With a smile on his face, he turned on the stove and waited about a minute or so for the pot to heat up, before pouring in the first jar of memory juice in it, it was cold, and so there was a temperature shock. He didn't knew why he did it, it just felt right to him. With this done, he waited a bit for the juice to boil before adding in the orange leaves and letting the reactions to happen. A bit of the citrus smell and flavor was dropped in the memory juice, and the leaves were containing a bit of the memory juice effect in them.
He took a step backwards to take a further look while thinking, he had an excited expression. Should he try the leaves now, it would probably have the same effect as it would when the final product is brought to existence, but he had one thing in plan, and it had more class to it. Healthy cigarette alternative, with better taste.
And so he went back and worked onto the process turning the stove off he poured the orange scent memory juice, before putting the boiled leaves onto a steel plate, before putting them into the oven.
But now he was stuck waiting for the leaves to dry off but not really. He pulled out his phone and set an alarm for a hour he wanted the bits of the leaves to be soft and flexible, yet dry so they can be more flammable.
Everything was set towards the other step, now he just needed to wait. So he walked out of his space and into the frontrooms, yet he wondered how much he could do while here. Perhaps fight someone else, even if his urge was satisfied after being hit two times by lightning.
The child walked through the concept of space and was standing on a roof as most of the times, the air high up was nice as the buildings hardly stopped it. It made him feel somewhat alive.
He sat down and turn off his mind as if it was nothing, perhaps the feeling of purpose in his actions was the reason he was able to do that without an issue, but it was all just an illusion from him to him.
He seemed happy looking down at the city and moving his legs up before letting go and allowing the back part of his shoe hit the concrete building.
After a few minutes of just sitting there.
But this was getting quite boring, perhaps a bearable question or two would be fine. And so he began thinking about his experiences. He knew how the heroes fight, but he didn't understand why most of them are trying to end the battle so quick.
When there is so much joy in battle, maybe he is just questioning why they do not operate like him.
Perhaps because they are bound by the fake feeling of duty and responsibility. He laughed, mocking them all for not doing what they want, money screw that, popularity screw that too. "I am free to experience!" He yelled looking upwards, with open arms. This words set the fire within, calling him forward. Into more conflicts, to find joy in them.
With this he stood up and looked down once again with a light smile being kept on his face. He looked to his sides, seeing another challenger running away. In attempt of escaping those who have faked themselves.
He jumped down with the intention of making things more interesting, by cutting him off. His presence there was going to force the criminal to fight, to learn a lesson, perhaps find purpose in improving if they are not skilled enough.
As he made impact with the ground the runner stopped in their tracks, while being tracked down by the wood hero, who is moving quickly using his extensions to pull himself from a lamppost to a lamppost.
"Make things more interesting, would you?" The child asked mockingly. His tone was calm yet it teased them. People around them were watching, some recording, yet another appearance of him. This made him wonder, don't people get bored of him and this random appearances.
The hero chasing after them began catching up, since the villain somewhat feared the kid, but they haven't heard the whole story.
The person quickly grabbed onto a kid and pointed a gun at his head, this didn't intimidate him. He has experienced this many times already.
The hero came to a stop, a few meters away from them two. "Don't come any closer or i will shoot this kid." The robber said, the hero just looked at them and made a yawning sound as if mocking the person. "Are you mocking me?" The robber asked annoyed at this sign of ignorance.
"Ey man, by interesting i didn't mean, grab me and beg for attention." The child said with the same mocking attitude, the wooden hero caught the drift and knew that this situation was already handled if the child was here. "What did you say brat!?" The man said pushing the end of the gun harder on the child's skull, in attempt of harming him without killing him.
In that moment a vibration was heard and felt from the child's pocket, it was the timer for the leaves brewing. "Damn, didn't think i spent this much time here." The child said pulling his phone out. "Ey Woody, are you going to be able to handle this?" The child yelled, looking at him while putting his phone back into his pocket.
"For sure!" The wood hero replied before getting into a battle stance.
"Now that's the spirit! Imma come back. Just a minute." The kid said before noclipping through the robbers hands and into the ground to his workplace.
There he pulled out the steel plate with the leaves on it, dry and perfect, before putting them to the side and creating the vessel for the dried leaves. A brown paper like coating. He began carefully working with it, and finally it was done. His new invention is complete.
With this, he grabbed onto one of them and created duplicates of it, before putting them in a box with white letters and black outline "On the Clouds".
It was all done, but now he needed to try it out, so he grabbed onto one of them and cut off the top with an iron gadget he placed in the box. Then he created a lighter before taking a smoke.
It felt light, it didn't cause harm to his lungs, except a slight annoyance because of the gas that was going through his throat. But it suddenly went away as he felt lightheaded... At peace as if he was walking on the clouds.
His expression suddenly became more relaxed and he began to like his more calm self, and it also tasted nice. He walked through space with the cigarette in his mouth and hands in his pockets.
As he appeared before everyone, he saw a scene the wood hero was being praised while people cheered for him and the media were recording this for the newspaper.
He walked over to him, who was standing beside the villain bound by iron cuffs that kept his hands down to his waist.
"I see you handled it." The child said his words somewhat altered by the cigarette which he was trying to keep whole.
"Indeed... What's that? Ain't you too young to smoke?" The guy asked, but this didn't invoke any strong response by the child. "Nah, i am one year old... i think. Nah, i don't know actually. But that's that. I ain't counting the time unless it's important." The kid replied, he looked like a one year old when he was still his old self at birth.
"..." the hero looked at him weirdly while keeping silence, those words were something new to him.
"Yeah, anyways. I will be seeing you later maybe." The child asked before walking backwards slowly "Bye, bye!" The child said calmly vanishing from the scene.