I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



After a week of relentless travel, Fein finally stood before the familiar wooden door. The sound of his mother's slicing reached his ears, a comforting melody that filled him with anticipation and longing. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, revealing the sight of his mother standing in the kitchen, her back facing him.

Melissa, engrossed in her task, suddenly felt a gust of wind brush against her skin. She turned around, the knife in her hand slipping from her grasp, clattering onto the floor. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld her son, standing there before her.

Fein's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took in the sight of his tearful mother. He could see the mix of surprise, joy, and overwhelming emotion etched across her face. The lines of worry and exhaustion that had marred Melissa's features disappeared, replaced by a glowing radiance that emanated from her tear-filled eyes.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Melissa rushed towards Fein, her footsteps quick and eager. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him into a warm and heartfelt embrace. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered in a voice choked with emotion, "Fein, my dear Fein, you're finally home."

Fein returned his mother's embrace, holding her tightly as if afraid to let go. He could feel her love and relief enveloping him, washing away the trials and tribulations of his journey. It was a moment of pure connection and understanding, a tangible expression of the bond between a mother and her child.

As they pulled apart slightly, their eyes met, both shimmering with unshed tears. Fein's voice quivered with emotion as he mustered the strength to ask about his sister. "And Fey? How is she, Mom?"

Melissa's expression softened, a hint of sadness mingling with her joy. "Fey is doing what she loves, as always. She's at the Ranger's Eye base, working tirelessly to protect our stronghold. She misses you, Fein. We both do."

Fein nodded, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and longing. He knew Fey's dedication to her duty, her unwavering commitment to contribute to make their stronghold safe. Even though they were apart, their shared purpose and love for each other bound them together, even in the most challenging of times.

As they stood there, basking in the warmth of their reunion, the weight of Fein's journey seemed to melt away. He had finally found his way back to where he belonged, surrounded by the love and support of his family.

After their heartfelt reunion, Fein couldn't help but let his eyes wander towards the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. His stomach growled in anticipation, reminding him of his long journey and the need to replenish his energy. With a curious smile, he asked his mother what she was cooking.

Melissa, her eyes still shimmering with tears, returned the smile and began to list off the dishes she had prepared. "Well, I've made some comforting miso soup, egg pie, and a refreshing vegetable salad."

After their heartfelt reunion, Fein couldn't help but let his eyes wander towards the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. His stomach growled in anticipation, reminding him of his long journey and the need to replenish his energy. With a curious smile, he asked his mother what she was cooking.

Melissa, her eyes still shimmering with tears, returned the smile and began to list off the dishes she had prepared. "Well, my dear adventurer, I've made some comforting miso soup, a delectable egg pie, and a refreshing vegetable salad. I thought you might be hungry after your travels."

Fein's face lit up with excitement at the mention of his favorite dishes. He eagerly pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table, while Melissa gracefully moved around the kitchen, placing the steaming bowls of soup, the golden-brown egg pie, and the vibrant salad before him.

The aroma of the miso soup filled the room, its rich and savory scent teasing Fein's senses. He picked up the spoon, its warmth comforting his hands, and took a sip of the flavorful broth. The taste exploded on his tongue, a perfect balance of umami and warmth that instantly reminded him of home.

Fein's eyes widened in delight as he turned his attention to the egg pie. The crust was flaky and golden, its texture light and airy. With each bite, he tasted the creamy and silky filling, a harmonious blend of eggs, cheese, and herbs. It was a taste that brought back memories of lazy Sunday mornings and shared meals with his family.

The vegetable salad, a vibrant medley of colors and textures, offered a refreshing contrast to the comforting warmth of the soup and the richness of the pie. Fein marveled at the crispness of the lettuce, the juicy burst of cherry tomatoes, and the satisfying crunch of cucumbers. It was a symphony of freshness that invigorated his taste buds and made him appreciate the simple beauty of nature's bounty.

As Fein savored each bite, his eyes met his mother's, gratitude and admiration shining brightly in his gaze. With a mouthful of food, he managed to express his appreciation. "Mom, this is amazing! You've outdone yourself once again. Your cooking always brings so much joy and comfort."

Melissa blushed, a proud smile gracing her face. "Oh, Fein, you know how to make your old mom blush. I'm just happy to see you enjoying the meal. It's been too long since we've all sat down together like this."

They continued to eat, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they caught up on the events of their lives. It was a simple and precious moment, filled with love, laughter, and the shared pleasure of good food. Fein couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that he was surrounded by the warmth and care of his family.

In that cozy kitchen, with the aroma of delicious food lingering in the air and the sound of their laughter filling the room.