In this era full of anxiety, noise and fast-paced cutting, Ju Fufu seems to come from another dimension. She is not a simple warrior, she is a healer, a night watchman in front of the fire, and a woman who is determined to light the fire between brokenness and pain.
Her weapon is not a spear or a sharp blade, but a “popcorn pot” – an existence that sounds even a little cute, but loaded with countless warmth and emotions. How many people in this world want a pot of fire in the cold night, not to attack anyone, but to live with some comfort. Fufu seems to understand this. Her battle is a kind of protection with warmth, not cold killing.
Her ordinary attacks seem fierce, but in fact, behind each slash, there is a precise sense of measure. It is not to destroy, but to awaken; it is not to hurt, but to tell the enemy “you are wrong”. The rhythm between the taps is like a psychologist testing the patient’s inner defense again and again, neither too hasty nor heavy – she is listening, she is talking, and she communicates with the world with actions.
Especially at the beginning of the third attack, she would pause and think whether to continue. She seemed to be asking: Does the world really need so much anger? In the combo, her anti-interruption level increased, which was not a technical improvement, but a solid psychological boundary. She has long known how to maintain herself in the crowd, she is no longer easily disturbed, she is the one who can quietly cook soup even in a storm.
Her “dodge” is not only a physical dodge, but also a psychological buffer. Each of us has experienced the moment of “extreme dodge” in life. When the crisis is approaching, the emotions are high, and the outside world is noisy, how to make a choice? Ju Fufu gave the answer with one sprint after another: she did not run away, she mobilized her inner resilience, bought herself a second of breathing time, and then continued to walk with sobriety.
The state of “high-speed rotation” is one of her most representative skills. She enters a state of self-hypnosis in battle, like relieving the tear in her heart in a dance. That kind of rotation is not to show off skills, but a sense of ritual of inner self-healing. Only when she has accumulated enough “heat”, that is, the burning point of emotion, will she automatically release the “opening pot” – she is not attacking at any time, she is waiting for a moment worth responding.
This is a noble restraint. She has the ability to attack, but she does not attack easily; she holds the flame, but never burns the innocent. The joint skills are her hands reaching out to the outside world. She is not an isolated individual, she knows how important the connection between people is. At that moment, her flame is not only her own weapon, but also the power she is willing to share with others.
The double-stage fall of the “finishing skill” is like the two most difficult decisions in life. The first is to say goodbye to the past; the second is to accept the present. Every time the “pot” falls to the ground, there is a tremor of breaking and establishing. She has gained more “heat” – on a psychological level, this is an accumulation of emotional energy. She acknowledges her emotions and transforms them into the power to protect others.
Support skills are the most authentic embodiment of her humanity. When a teammate is knocked away, she is not a bystander who waits and sees, but the one who reaches out to catch it. In the team, she is like a backbone without a halo, silent but stable. The parrying support skill is her soft side with strength. She can read the situation and the ups and downs of people’s hearts.
Ju Fufu’s core skills are moving. Even if she leaves, her “pot” is still there. It is a kind of absent companionship, the last tenderness left to the world. This can’t help but remind people of those deceased relatives, lovers who have left, and friends who have faded out of life – their figures have disappeared, but some influence remains in the world, such as Fufu’s pot, which continues to burn when she is away.
She is not a myth, nor a machine. She has an upper limit of “heat”, she has a limit of “rotation”, and she will even exhaust herself in battle. But she has a belief: as long as I still have a pot and a little heat, I am qualified to light up an inch of light for others. This belief is the reason that supports her to stand in the center of the battlefield.
Her imagery is more like a diagnosis of emotions: entering a battle means gaining heat, which is an ability to quickly establish an emotional connection; the effect of the team’s finishing moves is enhanced under high temperature, which is an enhancement of emotional resonance in the team; the improvement of skill levels is an encouragement for self-growth; the inevitable violence brought by the “wound” state is a new ability after being deeply trapped in pain.
Everything about her is not born for destruction, but for reconstruction.
Just like the soup pot next to the fire in winter, it does not need too much language, it itself is a manifestation of love and understanding. Ju Fufu is the incarnation of that pot, quietly lighting a fire for this world that needs temperature.