Flower Master in the City

Thisisastoryaboutalegend,ofonethatcanneverbeforgotten.

Summer,firsttimedownthemountainsin16years,afterbeingraisedbyhis3mastersandFairysister.

‘Whywon’tyoufollowtheRulesofsociety?’Therulesarethetoolmadebythestrong,soIfollowmyownrules.

‘Whywon’tyoujustuseyourbraininsteadofyourbrawn?’Idiot!Haveyoueverseenanyoneusetheirbrain,togetbackatanantthatbitesthem!?No,theyjustcasuallysteponit.

‘Oh,everyonesaysyou’reafirst-classbeautyhuh?’well,I’msorrybutevenyouarenotqualifiedtobemywife.Onlya‘Summerclassbeauty’isworthyenough!

‘Myenemyissick?’Oh,don’tworry,evenifyou’reonyourlastbreathandIfeelit’sbeneathmetoslapshotyoudead.I’lljustfixyouupandthenbeatyou!

‘WhoamI?’

“IamSummerinthespring,theautumn,andthewinter,I’mtheworld’sfirstabovetheheavens!”

Followme,SummerDayasIstepbystepbecomeknownastheworld’sfirstmaster,theworld’sfirstdoctor,theworld’srichestman……alotofotherworld’snumberone,butmostimportantly,Theworldshappiestman.