The wind classes turned out to be… strange.
Not difficult.
Not exhausting.
Just strange.
Too easy.
Too relaxed.
It felt as if the entire class treated them like mandatory physical training,
not like a form of magic capable of tearing mountains apart
or lifting ships into the sky.
The only one who took wind lessons seriously was Kairen.
For him, it was a native elent, and he shone every ti the instructor said the word “flow.”
The others?
Finn was bored. He yawned and lazily spun a small fireball around his finger.
Sotis he blew wind at it, made a little “ring of fire,” and laughed like a child.
But understanding the true potential of wind?
No. Not even trying.
And that was strange.
Very strange.
Because I knew the truth.
I knew wind could:
alter climate;
move floating islands;
create hurricanes capable of wiping out fortresses;
accelerate the body until it becos a blurred silhouette;
tear flesh apart if the flow is shaped correctly;
extinguish fire—or amplify it tenfold.
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I knew it from experience.
As children, Mira and I played gas using storms as toys.
Powerful demons could raise city-sized hurricanes simply because… it looked beautiful.
And here?
Here, students tried to make a light breeze
to cool their foreheads.
I watched and thought:
“Why… does no one… understand?”
The Instructor’s Strange Look
The wind instructor observed us with almost no expression.
But every ti I pretended to accidentally direct a flow the wrong way,
his eyebrow twitched upward.
And when I completely lowered my mana to look weaker—
his lips slowly stretched into a thin smile.
Not threatening.
Not kind.
Knowing.
As if he wanted to say:
“Helvard… do you really think I’m blind?”
It unsettled .
A lot.
Mages Ignored the Power. Swordfighters Didn’t Understand It
Edgar and Reynar discussed tal and air as if it were trivial.
“Wind and steel… I don’t know,” Edgar shrugged.
“Maybe it’ll be useful soday?” Reynar said doubtfully.
Tara and Siren believed wind was only good for “moving faster” and “dodging.”
Astra scratched her head.
“Air… it’s just… well… air, right?”
Even Lucille paid little attention to wind.
She considered it an annoying elent that interfered with spatial control.
And Finn…
Finn was a case of his own.
He smirked.
“If I need wind to make fire stronger, I’ll just make the fire stronger myself.
Why bother with this elent?”
I nearly choked.
“He’s… serious?”
Yes. He was.
I ssed Up a Little Too
At first, I thought, “Fine. I’ll keep playing the weakling.”
Then I got careless.
During one lesson, I relaxed too much and even pretended to yawn, acting as if wind bored .
And then…
I accidentally created a flow that was too perfect.
The wind didn’t just wrap around my palm—
it ford stable spiral pressure.
The instructor noticed instantly.
“Helvard,” he said quietly.
“Are you aware that this is a second-year technique?”
I froze.
“Uh… I just felt like this was more comfortable…”
The entire class turned to look at .
Elinia narrowed her eyes.
Again.
I had to imdiately disperse the flow and pretend I didn’t know what I was doing.
The instructor chuckled, clearly aware I was lying.
“Very well. That’s… an interesting sense of intuition. Continue.”
His gaze said it plainly:
I know you’re hiding sothing.
But I won’t ask yet.
End of the Week
By the end of the week:
Kairen had beco the class hero—wind obeyed him perfectly.
The others… grasped the basics, but still treated the elent lightly.
The instructor was clearly suspicious of .
Elinia had started automatically scanning my mana during every lesson.
And I continued pretending to be bored.
But inside, I knew one thing for certain:
Wind is a dangerous elent.
And the fact that no one takes it seriously…
will only cause problems in the future.
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