A week passed.
The world around us seed to accelerate—students grew, mastered, experinted.
The instructors beca stricter.
The lessons—denser.
Practice began.
Today, we were split into pairs.
And for the first ti in a long while, I felt… excitent.
1. Finn — Finally, Fire
Wind
Finn trained with such stubbornness that I knew in advance—sooner or later, he’d get it.
And then—
The mont he combined air pressure with heat, his fire surged forward as a gigantic tongue.
Not a taphor—actually about ten ters long.
He himself stepped back, as if he hadn’t expected such growth.
“Not bad,” I said calmly.
He smirked.
“Figured it out myself!”
And at that mont, it was his turn to attack.
2. Our Fight — Smart Magic vs Raw Firepower
I decided to show progression—not strength, but thought.
I created a rotating vortex around him, reducing mana consumption for ice and water.
Finn, using his own wind, simply broke the structure of my vortex—through pressure and reverse flow.
Honestly—beautiful.
He accelerated his steps with wind and charged straight at .
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I raised an ice wall to draw his attention, and at the sa ti created droplets of water, leaving them on his cloak and arms.
He didn’t even notice.
He chased
as I retreated.
And then—
FLASH.
All the droplets crystallized at once, turning into large chunks of ice that instantly “bit” into his mana, blocking muscle movent.
He froze.
I allowed myself a faint smirk.
But a second later—
BOOM!
A fiery explosion around his chest lted the ice, and Finn—furious and inspired—ca forward again.
As for …
I decided it was ti.
I “fell,” as if I’d taken a hit.
He didn’t even notice that the victory had been… given.
Finn just said, smiling:
“You’ve got tricks… new ones. Cool.”
3. Other Students — Wind
Water
anwhile, the swordsn practiced their techniques:
speeding up dashes with wind,
pushing off to long distances,
attacks with elents of water—disruptive, slippery, distracting.
So already felt air pressure quite well.
And I…
I used one exercise as a test:
With every wind-boosted movent, I created a thin layer of ice under their feet.
It wasn’t visible, but the slipping forced the body to catch its balance.
A good reaction drill.
When the mages fought , they dodged water droplets—they already knew what I could do.
And when I decided to repeat the crystallization trick, one of the swordsn shouted:
“No-no, we already know! We’re not idiots!”
I smirked a little wider than usual and “lost” again.
4. Duel with Elinia
With her… it was harder.
She wasn’t just training—she was proving sothing.
Every step—precise.
Every dash—sharp.
Every gust of wind—stronger than before.
She was trying to show how much she’d grown.
I dodged.
Pulled the wind away.
Shifted pressure.
Changed flow directions.
At so point, I got carried away.
And pretended to be tired.
Missed a strike.
She stopped a step away, frowning.
“You need to get stronger.
As fast as possible.”
I didn’t answer.
5. After Class — A Talk with the Instructor
When everyone left, the instructor stopped .
“Helvard,” he said, looking quietly, as if through . “I understand. It’s hard for you.”
Everyone wants to compete specifically with you.
I stayed silent.
He continued:
“They compete with you for so reason.
But you… at the sa ti, you remain weaker than many in raw power.”
I raised an eyebrow.
He was wrong. But I didn’t correct him.
“But,” he added, placing a hand on my shoulder, “you can make them stronger.”
“Even if you think you’re weaker yourself.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
I nodded—politely.
Even though that “motivation” was sothing I truly didn’t need.
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