"Again!"
Boom!
A loud sound rang as white flames sprayed out from the pagoda cannon’s barrel.
As Fatty’s body sank a little, vapor rose up from all over his body.
A faraway hill exploded suddenly, causing fragmented rocks to fly everywhere. It was a magnificent sight.
The observing audience gasped in surprise.
"Wow, Fatty, you’re amazing!"
"What Fatty? Is that how you should address him? Don’t be foolish! Call him Master Fatty!"
"Oh yeah, Fatty’s a Master now. We gotta call him Master Fatty."
"But… Master Fatty doesn’t sound suave at all!"
"Still gotta call!"
...
Everybody was rather interested in Fatty’s performance. Time passed and the Spear of Heavy Cloud gradually recovered from their disaster. The respect and courtesy other military units had showered them with along the way gave even the lowest ranked elementalists a new lease on life.