After yesterday’s fiasco with the wind, I decided:
“Alright. I’ll write down a few notes. Just to sort things out for myself.”
So I went to the library.
As always—empty.
Silence.
The dusty sll of old books.
Just a couple of weeks ago, it had been packed.
I quickly wrote down:
— what air pressure is
— how to direct a flow
— how to aningfully change the angle of impact
— how to keep the blade stable
— how not to destroy your own shoulder
— and especially: “wind and water are almost the sa thing, just different density”
It looked smart.
Until I actually looked at the page.
The handwriting…
Horrendous.
As if a tiny demon-spider had run across the paper, leaving scribbles behind.
Even I could barely understand what I’d written.
And then Elinia walked in.
With a radiant smile.
With the look of a winner.
But… with a request:
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— Helvard… could you… explain this?
I replied:
— Fine. Here.
And handed her the sheet.
She looked at it.
Winced.
And said:
— Helvard.
This is so kind of cipher.
I practically jumped up:
— THAT’S HANDWRITING!
— A very… unusual cipher.
— HANDWRITING!
— Are you sure everything’s okay with your handwriting?.. It… kind of resembles a demonic language.
I almost blurted out:
“Well, that’s because it is demonic handwriting!”
But instead I snorted, got offended, turned around, and walked out.
Elinia, by the way, didn’t even try to hold back her laughter.
?? The next day. Wind class. Stones.
Everyone stepped forward with gloomy faces, like they were about to be asked to die again.
The teacher:
— Cut it.
The class, already dead inside:
— Yes…
Elinia stepped out like it was nothing.
Raised her hands.
Carefully gathered the wind.
And—
SHHH—CRACK!
The stone was cut perfectly—cleanly in half.
The class:
— WHAAAAAT?!
— How???
— Why???
— Princess, please, teach us!!!
And here’s the strange part:
No one ca up to .
I was sitting in the corner, as usual, thinking:
“Interesting… what’s wrong with ?”
Then she approached , shining like the sun, and handed
a sheet of paper.
— Helvard, here. This will be useful to you too.
Her smile was so satisfied that I wanted to disappear.
I looked at the page.
It was a vastly improved version of my notes:
neat handwriting
additional diagrams
notes about angles
explanations
and a small line at the bottom:
P.S. Your handwriting is torture. You should’ve just encrypted it right away.
I felt a small demon inside
die.
?? How the class reacted
Everyone rushed over to Elinia:
— Princess, how did you understand this?!
— It’s so complicated!
— We thought it was impossible!
— HOW???
She lifted the sheet and said:
— It’s just… here. Clear enough, right?
At that mont I thought:
“Clear to who???
Those are my crooked scribbles!!!”
But…
Everyone started trying.
And—finally—it worked.
Especially Kairen.
He was waving his arms like he was about to summon a tornado.
The class said:
— Princess, you’re a genius!
— Princess, thank you!
— Only you could understand this technique!
I looked at her…
She looked at …
With a smirk.
And I understood only one thing:
She was going to feed on this satisfaction for the rest of our training.
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