Alright if you go tell the m the owner of the bar named felix they give you more informationand help
Said the bar owner
I wonder where I'll find them said lobo to himself while walking around In Potter field the poverty where seen on everyone face by their Their dirty faces and their cutten dirty clothes that doesn't either protect from the cold of winter neither the heat of summer the annoying smell of factors sh!t even teh air was dirty the more you get down teh more teh air become harder to breathe walking through the streets that were hard to be called streets as they were shattered into multiple pieces the more you get down the more horrible things get shattered glasses everywhere people thrown everywhere like dead dogs while the side effects of illness is clear on their skins Children ran barefoot over litter-strewn streets, their faces smeared with soot and hunger, Men and women alike moved with cautious urgency, scavenging for scraps of food, loose coins, or work that paid barely enough to survive, their eyes hollow yet alert reflecting despair and poverty tin houses were more than enough to show the poverty of the world here down the streets by the eight no wonder the hate between the two cities of Potter field and utopia if I were born here I would hate every day of my life I wonder was I born here HAY WHY DON'T YOU TAKE YOUR GUYS AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE a scream shattered the thoughts of lobo while walking it was a punch of guys fighting in front of an old house that was filled with as much holes around you can't call it a home anymore and in a moment one od them took the water out of a bottle and through at him and by moving his hand he made around his neck
I think I can help him I need to make sure they end this battle between them so fast so in a light moment he moved his hand like in a round way and pushed the air to push the water away from him he moved the air so he can get rid of the water under the control of the aqua guy my water yelled the guy the named called by the water controllers he then putted his hands on the bars and then putted his feets slowly and pushed himself while using his wind emvelo core so he fall down slowly without any side effects or harm you What's your last word I have none because you gonna ask for forgiveness in the end as the quote say as an aqua with no water I'll show you what this aqua can do while He rubs his fists then he thrown his first fist to hit lobo but in a blink of an eye he used the wind control to push himself aside away from his punch like a leaf of tree avoiding moving with the wind you're a winder right the name we call by the wind user I think so I don't know sorry what I meant I didn't know you have enough brain to get this conclusion you little and at that moment teh punches start to go from the big guy so fast to hit lobo but as a he had a high reflection he was avoiding all the punches just stop so I can hit you and a fist hitted lobo face and smile appeared on the big guy face see I told you I'll hit you did the punch make any effect on lobo no because he used his miro to enhance his face he just wanted to test the strength of the big guy you have soft hands why not help old ladies said lobo with sarcastic voice
And then he in7ana lobo and a big trsah come out of nowehere to hit the big guy he used the chains of the scarletsun to attire the trash and hit him as strong as possible
He a miro user said one of he guys what do you xwant
I want to join the old flower
You little little little said the big guy then he passed out because of the strength iof the hit from th ecan
You want to join the old flower right asked one of them
Yes what do you think
came with us said the guy
In the Third Grade, people woke up early. Not because they wanted to, but because they had to. Mothers stood in long lines for bread. Sometimes the bread ran out before it was their turn. When that happened, they went home with empty hands and broken hearts. Fathers looked for work every day. Many came back with nothing. They sat on broken chairs and stared at the floor.
Children in Potter Field City grew up fast. They learned to be quiet when adults talked about money. They learned not to ask for toys. Their games were made of stones, sticks, and old cans. Still, they laughed sometimes. Their laughter was small, but it was real.
On the walls of the Third Grade, posters were everywhere. They showed a man named Richard. His face was clean, rich, and smiling. He wore a fine suit and looked like he never felt hunger. Near his face, there were big words written in dark paint. The words were angry and loud.
"LIAR," one wall said in huge letters.
"THIEF OF THE POOR," said another.
Some posters had curses written by shaking hands. "DAMN YOU, RICHARD." "YOU SOLD US." "YOU ARE A MONSTER." The letters were big, ugly, and full of hate. The paint dripped like tears down the walls.
People of the Third Grade stopped in front of these posters every day. Some spat on them. Some tore them apart. Old women cursed Richard under their breath. Young men cursed him out loud. They said he promised jobs, food, and clean streets. They said he came once, smiled, waved, and left. After that, nothing changed. Only the posters stayed.
Kids asked their parents, "Who is Richard?" The parents answered with tired voices. "He is the reason we are still here." Or, "He is the man who forgot us." Some parents told their kids not to look at his face. Others told them to remember it forever.
At night, the posters looked scary. Street lights were weak, and shadows made Richard's smile look twisted. Wind made the paper move, like it was alive. The curses seemed to whisper in the dark. Even rats ran past them quickly.
The Third Grade had no parks, no clean water, and no doctors nearby. Sick people stayed sick. Hungry people stayed hungry. But anger stayed strong. The posters of Richard were not just paper. They were voices. Voices of people who felt small, ignored, and broken.
Still, Potter Field City did not die. People helped each other. Neighbors shared soup. Kids shared bread. When someone cried, someone else listened. Under the posters, under the curses, there was pain but also strength.
The Third Grade was poor, yes. But it remembered. And it did not forgive easily.
Tehy were here each other the one for teh other stick brother to brother sister to sister back to back against whatever tthe upper city utopia throw at them