Dragons should be mysterious and powerful creatures in any historical documents.
If you are lucky enough to become the "chosen one" dragon trainer, you can control the strongest dragon in the world.
As a Wick man.
We are born with the ability to tame dragons.
Every Wick has a dragon of his own when he is young.
This is a gift from God to us.
As a Wick, of course I am no exception, and I also have a dragon.
But compared to other children in the same village.
My dragon... is useless.
"Hey! Heika, how is your dragon doing recently?"
"I'm about to participate in the Junior Dragon Training Contest, can your dragon stand up?"
"Hahahahaha, even if his dragon stands up, can he participate in the competition?"
"Hei Ka, by the way, Hei Ka, what's the name of your dragon?"
"It seems to be called milk pot, right?"
"Hahahahaha, it's just too funny for a dragon to be named Milk Can'er."
"Hey! Why don't you answer Heika?"
"Ah, haha... My mother is still waiting for me at home, I'm sorry I'm leaving first."
Face these kids who always have fun showing off their dragons. Having a qualified dragon, at least, is the basis for participation in other children's circles.
Heika, who has been introverted since he was a child, didn't get along very well with the children in the same village.
I thought that as long as I have my own dragon, I can at least not be squeezed out by other children.
However, from the day Heika's dragon egg was hatched, Heika entrusted the dragon egg that Heika had been looking forward to for a whole year, and what he got in return was a "unprecedented" dragon.
This unprecedented is of course not a good word.
Even the stupidest dragon in the village looked more majestic than Heika's dragon.
No one knows how long Heika cried alone in the bedroom on the day Heika's dragon was born. Even Heika's mother, who used Heika's favorite grilled lizard, couldn't comfort the sad Heika.
Perhaps for adults who have gone through the dragon training ceremony, dragons are no longer a topic that must be discussed in their lives.
But for the children in the village, becoming the best dragon trainer is almost every child's dream.
Even Heika, who looks so weak, dreams of becoming a majestic dragon trainer.
And the premise of this majesty is to have a dragon that at least looks passable.
The children laughed wantonly at Heika's back.
When Heika returned home with the medicine box in his arms. The mother who was cooking heard the sound. Before he could say hello to Heika, he heard the sound of Heika running back to the bedroom door.
"Heika, don't stay in the bedroom all the time, dinner is coming soon."
Mom tried to comfort Heika like this almost every day, but Heika never responded.
Compared to before the dragon egg was hatched, Heika seemed to be more silent.
A small wooden bed, an uneven and dilapidated desk with vicissitudes at the corners, and a small window that opens to the sky. This is the bedroom that Heika lived in since he was a child.
In the quiet room, there were occasional snoring sounds that did not belong to humans.
Heika sat by the bed, and casually placed the medicine box in his arms on the table.
With a cry, a white head curled up under the quilt poked out.
Heika naturally heard the familiar voice, he frowned and turned his eyes away, and moved his butt slightly.
A snow-white outrageous Yuantuanzi dragon slowly withdrew its tail that was accidentally held down by Heika. He blinked his big wet eyes and looked at Heika.
Heika seemed to be angry, and stared at Milk Can'er. The milk jug is thin and looks like a little milk dog. If it weren't for the dragon's horns growing on its head, I'm afraid it would be difficult for people to associate it with a dragon.
It's not like Heika has never seen a cute and beautiful dragon. For example, Emily in their same village, she has the only pink crystal storm dragon in the whole village.
The pink crystal storm dragon looks like a beautiful butterfly. Completely different from other ferocious and ugly dragons.
But even though it looks beautiful, when it flies, its wings can also incite fierce wind blades.
And what about Heika's milk can
If there is a competition for the weakest dragon in the whole village, Naitan'er will be ranked second, and Heika can guarantee that no dragon will dare to be ranked first.
Hei Ka, who originally had some slim hopes for his own dragon, completely gave up his thoughts during a physical training class two weeks ago.
After all, no one would expect a dragon that can hit a tree even with weight-bearing projection to do anything more technical.
"Why am I so unlucky to meet a dragon like you?"
With one hand on the medicine box, Heika looked at his dragon in despair.
The ignorant Milk Can'er blinked aggrievedly. He didn't understand human language very well, but he could also see the emotion of blame in Heika's eyes.
Milk Jug's leg was still injured, and it was still covered with a bandage covered in medicinal juice.
Although he doesn't like his own dragon very much, as the owner of the milk pot, Heika is still obliged to be responsible for the health of the milk pot.
Heika had saved a lot of pocket money for a long time, and originally planned to buy a dragon cushion specially for participating in the competition. But looking at his own dragon, he seemed so struggling even to fly with a basic load. If he put a cushion on it, Heika suspected that he might crush it into serious internal injuries before he could sit on it.
So the Dragon Cushion had to be replaced with a medicine box specially designed for Milk Can'er.
The spare medicine inside is very complete, basically all the injuries that the dragon will encounter can be cured by the medicine in the medicine box.
Although Black Card has always been confident in his ability to heal dragons. He once thought that as long as he didn't encounter any major accidents, he could rely on his talent for identifying herbs and his understanding of dragons to solve small problems that other people needed to spend money to solve. This saves enough pocket money to buy other auxiliary supplies needed to train the dragon.
But since Milk Can'er was born, Heika has a deep understanding of what it means to be contrary to one's wishes.
Even Heika, who thinks that his medical treatment methods are not bad, will inevitably have self-doubt when facing Milk Canner who is always sick and injured.
Many times, the herbal remedies Heika searched for could not cure the sick and injured Queen of the Milk Pot. Heika also had to choose to bow to Long Clinic.
Heika took out a white all-purpose pill from the medicine box, wrapped it in sweetheart grass, and sent it to Milk Can'er's mouth.
Although the milk jug with a keen sense of smell cannot ignore the weird taste of the white pill.
But looking at Heika's undeniable eyes, Milk Can stretched out his front paws, pawing at Heika's thigh pitifully, as if he was about to suffer some terrible punishment...
The mouth of the milk pot slowly grinned a little.
"Aww~"
Heika pouted, and while Milk Can was chewing on sweetheart grass, he untied the bandage on Milk Can's hind leg.
The whole body of the milk jug is snow white, and the red scars under the not-so-hard scales are particularly eye-catching. Heika recalled Milk Can's "heroic appearance" in the exercise class two weeks ago, and didn't know whether he should feel sorry for Milk Can or himself.
"Albert Heika! If you don't come out to eat again, I will really be angry!"
"Sorry! Mom, I'll be right out."
"What the hell are you doing in the house? Son, I've been reminding you to have dinner since you walked in the door."
Holding the huddled milk jug in his arms, Heika timidly walked over to the dining table.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear you."
Heika's mother pursed her lips helplessly, and put the small bowl of the milk jug and Heika's plate on the table together. Heika lowered his head and looked at the red herring rice and pumpkin soup on the plate, showing a troubled expression.
Milk Can is less able than Heika to hide his distaste for eating red herring rice.
"Chi~"
"What the hell? You two really are what kind of masters raise dragons. Eating red herrings is good for growing bones. If you dare to have leftovers, eat red herrings for a week in a row."
The milk pot seemed to understand Heika's mother's gestures. Two round little paws were scratching the edge of the table, and Heika and Heika stared at Ms. Marian with wide-eyed and frightened eyes almost at the same time.
In order to prevent Ms. Marianne from being really angry, and cooking red herring rice for a week, Heka would not forget to press the round head of the milk pot into its small bowl when he picked up the chopsticks to eat the fish.
"That's right, how can you become strong and become the pillar of our family if you don't eat well?"
Ms. Marian sat at the table, watching the black card and the milk pot eating quickly, with a happy face.
Wake Village at night is extraordinarily quiet and beautiful.
Sitting on his little bed and looking at the moon outside the window, Heika could see a few familiar shadows flashing across the shadow of the moon.
It was the children of the village who secretly rode dragons out to explore again.
Heika hugged his knee enviously, staring at the sky outside the window in a daze.
Milk Can quietly curled up next to Heika. Although the dragon could not understand human language, it was difficult for him to understand the complicated reasons behind human emotions.
But as a dragon that Heika waited for a year to be born, Milk Can can always feel Heika's mood keenly.
"Dah~"
Heika turned his face and saw that the milk pot stretched out its round front paws and gently placed it on his arm.
The big round head of the milk pot looks silly even if he doesn't make any expression. At this time, it seems to imitate the small actions of human beings to comfort others, which makes people want to laugh even more.
"Pfft..."
Heika turned his head away, shaking his shoulders uncontrollably.
But Milk Can tilted his head incomprehensibly, blinking his watery black eyes, filled with question marks.
"Boom—!"
There was a sudden loud noise outside, and even the ground in the originally quiet Wake Village seemed to tremble.
Heika put away his smile all of a sudden, and looked out the window.
I saw the raging fire all over the sky, like rain, constantly attacking their village.