A sky devoid of clouds is filled with a bright, shining sun. Voices of children fill the air, with an ambiance of both nature and urban; indeed, this is what the regular community in Kingston is like. A group of children gather around playing cricket in the middle of the street; among them is 8-year-old Jonathan, who stands timid with his makeshift bat.

With a swoosh and bam, a ball-hit five-gallon bottle on top of the cylinder block fell to the ground. " OUT !! OUT !! Wicket dat," the child who was blowing shouted out. Jonathan threw away his bat in frustration as he stomped around like a bratty child having a tantrum. 

His father, who was on his veranda, saw this display unfold and went outside down to the street, where cricket games were playing. All the other children thought Jon was acting like a spoil brat and now his dad is going to stop fun. Jon's father stood in front of him, large and intimidating, causing Jon to shake like leaves on a tree.

Jon's father gave him a light slap on the top of his head and then looked into his son's face.  "Son, one must not be a sore loser; even if one loses, one must move on and learn from it." He stated with a warm smile on his face.

Jon and his father stood by the sidewalk, watching the other kids plays. His dad starting to speak words of wisdom "Good focus and concentration can make a man do almost anything."

Jon scratched his head in confusion, not fully grasping the words of wisdom that lay before him. Jon turned to his father and asked, "How can I do that exactly, Dad?" He stated it all, looking at his dad for an answer.

"Jon, this is all possible by using slow, calm breathing. It would help."  He answered the young man’s questions with a single sentence.

Jon's father proceeded to close his eyes, then inhale through his nose and breathe into his belly, then exhale through his nose again. This was done for 4 seconds before Jon started to copy his dad's act as well. You could hear Jon's calm breathing as he inhaled and exhaled.

At that moment, the opposite sound of breathing could be heard. It was young Melissa, who seemed to be frantically breathing as she tried to come up with a solution to save Jon's life.

Melissa said, "HEAL, please!" She quickly worded this phrase to activate her skill.

From: ????

Topic: skill activation 

《Support skill  Heal activated  》

Heal

This skill allows the user to slightly speed up the recovery of a single target. Multiple usage is necessary for serious injuries.]

《5 dungeon credits were used. 》

 His bloodied body lay flat on the ground, while a pair of glowing green hands hovered over him. Jonthan wasn't dead but was in serious condition, with major injuries caused by the beast’s attack.

Jon's wounds were healing at a snail pace, and he appeared to be unresponsive. He owned his life to both his jacket and Melissa, without whom he would likely perish. She kept looking at him the whole time, wonder if she lost him, She thought maybe a second healing would help.

 Kevin and Steve were fighting the two beasts in the background, defending both Jon and Melissa in the meantime. Their clothes were a bit tattered and damaged, which suggests they were having trouble fighting off these monsters.

Steve shouted and blocked an attack " Why ain't our fearless leader still not on his feet yet."

Kevin retorted with a stern expression, "Quit being a clown, his injuries are extremely serious. He is lucky to be alive still." 

 Melissa ignored all the chatter from her companion and began to focus on performing the second healing skill. She put her two hands together as if she were praying to a higher power. 

"Please, once more. Just once more time, heal, activate and please. I don't want him to die," she begged for a miracle to happen before activating her skill.

From: ????

Topic: skill activation 

《Support skill  Heal activated  》

Heal

This skill allows the user to slightly speed up the recovery of a single target. Multiple usage is necessary for serious injuries.]

《5 dungeon credits were used.》

Jon's finger started to move slightly for more, and his eyes began to open. He uttered faint words, "Dad, Dad, I... will... hit a six," as a small flicker of blue glow within Jon's eyes became visible.