It's been two days since George and I made that unstable plan to build up the troops' soldiers' morale.
Each morning I wake up, I don't eat, I just train until evening, then I eat.
George couldn't keep up with my pace. Hell, he even called a machine for being able to go a whole day without feeling hunger.
Honestly, I worked hard to attain this absurd ability to ta hunger. Just thinking about those days I suffered back in K's house makes my blood boil.
Forget about it.
But still, George tries his best to train with everyday. Including Jeriq too. The guy never leaves my side and is always with , the only tis he ever leaves alone is when he's eating or when I'm going to my tent.
It's..
I let out a soft sigh.
I'm sitting with crossed legs. The shirt of my red uniform lies just beside , on top of my folded robe, next to my Chakram.
I'm bare chested.
The morning rays sprinkle on my body, and I endure the heat.
My circles within , they revolve around my heart. They're fiery red, forged from the flas of eternity.
The first circle is filled up; half of the mana in it is fla mana, and the other half is air mana. The second circle isn't filled up, the total amount of mana in it isn't even up to half, but it's almost there, a perfect mixture of fla and wind mana.
I wonder when I'd be able to learn both water and earth breathing.
I shake my head.
No. I should focus on these two first. It's not ti yet.
I'm still taking in pure mana from my surroundings, breathing it in through my nose, toward my lungs, and I use my fla breathing technique to turn it to the fla elent. Then after that, I'll turn the next set of pure mana I breathe into the air elent using the air breathing technique. I keep switching them, one after the other.
But I have to do it like this, to fill up my second circle imdiately, and find a way to get the enlightennt needed to advance to the third circle. I don't need the body training part because I've done enough of that.
And there's sothing I've been thinking of trying..
I open my eyes.
Wind flutters, blowing calmly against my eyes.
I stand up imdiately, and I crouch into a combat stance.
I take my right foot forward, and my left foot backward. I raise my right palm up right in front of my face, and I take my left palm to my left waist angle.
This is a stance in Fiery Discord. The martial arts of the Flaworths that I'm not supposed to use in front of George.
There's sothing about this martial art.
It's always used with flas or fla mana; to disfigure core parts of the opponent's body. So it requires one to be able to harness and harbor killing intent, to control intent and to feel intent. It's not too hard.
Then, I'm curious, can I use this sa martial arts, but without flas, but wind?
"I'm sure it's doable." I whisper.
I close my eyes, and I channel the air mana in my first circle to move through my mana pathway, and it circulates; heading toward my two arms.
The palms imdiately coat with air mana. As it's manifested physically on my body, it's a hue of green light.
I withdraw my right hand imdiately, dragging my right foot back, taking my left foot forward, and in the sa motion pushing my air mana coated left palm on the air.
Whoosh!
It's like my palm touches the air itself. It slips through my fingers, and wraps around my palm. It's warm, tender, and.. I don't know how to describe this feeling.
There's sothing that makes air mana different from fla mana.
It's what they call 'resonance.' to wield and control air itself, your air mana has to resonate with the air in the surrounding. It'll feel like your air mana is working like a magnet, drawing air to it.
That's exactly what I'm doing now.
My first circle alone spins, distributing more air mana through my pathway to my arms. As my palms coat with more air mana, they turn completely green, and I feel that pulse inside my heart. The resonance.
The air in the training ground gathers around , twirling with vile ferocity. Then the twirling air gradually reduces as they find their way to my air mana coated palms, and they coat my arms completely with air.
The air coats my entire palms, twirling around my palms with cool, yet warm speed.
My heartbeat llows into this calm mont, beating rhythmically as I move my legs.
When they're coated with fire, I only feel the need to destroy sothing or soone. I only ever coat my palms with fire when I need to fight.
Now, I possess no killing intent, my heart keeps beating at a steady rate, my eyes are closed, and the calm breeze blows against as I take my two palms toward my face with my two legs straight. I pause just before the air coated palms reach my face, then I take my left foot forward, and I push my right air coated palms forward, and the air in front of it flutters.
I clench my right fist, and my entire right fist coats with air, and I give a one inch punch in the air.
It's like air moves from my fists directly, pushing forward a gust of wind.
My eyes flutter open, widening as my face lights up with a smile.
Wind step.
I jump up, and I use it again..
Wind step.
My feet touch the air itself as I leap, and I don't land.
Wind step.
My feet touch the air again.
Wind step.
Wind step.
Wind step.
It's like I'm running on air, my leg keeps touching the air, not allowing to fall.
On the air, I practice the footwork of the Fiery Discord while maintaining the wind step with every single move.
The mont I take a large breath of air into my lungs, I drag my hands left, right, and the air seems to dance along with my hands, then I wrap the air around my hands; a green gust slowly forms the shape of a large basketball that I push forward.
Finally I land softly on the ground.
My toes touch the rocky ground, but I do not feel any pain.
I look up to see the dummies that got destroyed by that ball of air.
"What did I just do? Can.. can that even be called Fiery Discord anymore?" I whisper as I sit on the ground imdiately.
"Windy Discord? Pfft. No."
But what even led to do that? I.. it felt like I wasn't myself..
"It was beautiful.. the feeling of the air. It's different from the harsh flas. Now I wonder, can I use air mana as force too? Can I enforce it on my Chakram? So much to check out."
But..
I hear sounds of incoming footsteps.
It's close. Very close. It ans that person has been there since and didn't move until now, and it also ans that person is capable of hiding their presence to a certain degree, or I was just too focused on the training.
"You never cease to amaze ." The voice rings out.
My lips widen with a cheeky smirk. "Did you see all that, Jeriq?"
Jeriq is dressed in his red uniform, he just walks calmly with his spear on his left hand. "I ca to tell you the soldiers in our troop Captain George said to pay special attention to. But, instead, I think I might have just gained enlightennt."
He walks toward the sandy part of the training ground, and he plants his spear there.
I just watch him calmly.
"Before I tell you the nas of the soldiers. Blank, please, spar with using that technique of yours. I think if you do, I'd.. I'd be able to break into the fourth core!"
I adjust my mask that scratches on my cheeks as I stand up slowly and walk toward him.
"Sure. Co at ."
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