Chapter 27

Imagine compressing a 30 cm diameter sphere of wind to about 5 mm.

"Attribute: Wind. Pressure defined. Shape: A cone with a 2 mm indentation at the top, 5 mm radius, and 7 mm height. Fixed 10 cm in front of the right index finger. Fire forward at a speed of 300 km/h. Execute."

The moment it hit the middle of a tree about 30 cm in diameter, a muffled sound was heard, and fragments scattered.

This is a forest on the way to the northern forest. Since there are no firewood trees, I use it as a practice ground.

I approached and examined the part where the wind bullet hit. The surface had a hole about 10 cm deep, but when I inserted my finger into the hole, it was more than twice as deep. Perhaps because the compressed wind had no place to escape, cracks spread throughout the inner hole.

"This can't be used in a human battle. It would cause a splatter. I'll save it as a trump card in case of an emergency."

The compression image is the same as before, but I don't feel as lazy as before. Is this what Pardis meant by getting used to it?

Let's verify it.

"Execute self-awareness."

◇Skill Information◇

- 'Scholar'

- 'Recognition'

- 'Acquisition'

- 'Stealth' 0.12

- 'Bravery' 0.20

- 'Common Language of Fuar Continent (Conversation)' 0.23

- 'Common Language of Fuar Continent (Reading)' 0.07

- 'Common Language of Fuar Continent (Writing)' 0.01

- 'Spear Technique' 0.18

- 'Vigilance' 0.34

- 'Prayer' 1.20

- 'Ritual Control' 1.12

- 'Attribute Control (Wind)' 1.33

'Vigilance' has increased significantly. Maybe it's because I've been careful not to be attacked while gathering. 'Prayer' has increased quite a bit from just one use. If I talk to Frank so casually, that makes sense. 'Ritual Control' has also increased. Maybe it goes up well when I learn properly. 'Attribute Control (Wind)' has increased a lot. Since I can only use wind, it's nice to see the effort pay off.

"Cancel self-awareness."

For now, I can only train with both getting used to it and 'Ritual Control'.

By the way, I might try other shapes.

Imagine compressing a 10 cm diameter sphere of wind to about 1 mm.

"Attribute: Wind. Pressure defined. Shape: A plate 0.5 mm thick, 10 cm long, and 40 cm wide. Fixed 10 cm in front of the right index finger. Fire forward at a speed of 100 km/h. Execute."

I aimed at a different tree and fired. A high-pitched sound was heard. It didn't break. When I got closer, I saw a cut halfway through the tree.

"Is it possible to use it as a slashing attack? But it's quite dangerous in a human battle. It would definitely cut through a human body."

Suddenly, I felt a bit lazy. Not as much as before, but it's still tough.

"Magicians have it tough. Rear roles need to be treated like fixed artillery with bows or something to be useful."

I remembered the MP management of mages in old MMORPGs. Even though I was told it was okay to take a break, I felt restless because of my busy nature.

Looking at the clock, it was past noon. I must have been more absorbed in practice than I thought.

For now, I'll go eat lunch and then practice restraining spells and Grave at Ast's house.

I returned to the village and headed to the only cafeteria other than the tavern.

"Welcome."

A lively girl came out.

Lunch seems to be a fixed menu. When I ordered, it came out immediately. It was a grilled chicken thigh, a soup with various root vegetables, and a wheat bread. The grilled thigh was as expected. The soup, which I thought would only have vegetables, had bits of bacon and was well-flavored. The wheat bread, which I hadn't eaten in a long time, was a bit dry, perhaps due to insufficient fermentation or the yeast, so I soaked it in the soup to eat it. I was full and satisfied.

"Thank you for the meal."

"Sure. You're so polite. That will be 600 wals."

I handed over a 5,000 wals coin and received four 1,000 wals coins and four 100 wals coins in change.

"Thank you. Please come again."

I was seen off by the lively girl and left the shop. The sky was beginning to clear. It's a relief not to have to continue training in the rain. I walked back to Ast's house.

"I'm back."

Riz came out to greet me with a thud.

"Welcome back. How was it? Did you learn anything?"

"Yeah. He was a good teacher. I'm glad I learned from him. It helped a lot."

"That's good. Can I see it later?"

"What about your help at the shed?"

"Hehe, I'll try my best..."

She walked back to the shed with a shuffle.

Well, let's start with the Grave-like training.

I went out to the yard and, as before, repeated the swings while imagining rice. As I repeated the swings mindlessly, I sensed someone's presence. I looked up to see Riz staring at me blankly.

"Hey, what about the help?"

I asked with a slightly exasperated smile, and she approached with a red face.

"Yeah. Your hardworking figure is really cool."

She smiled and gave me a light kiss before heading back to the shed. Yeah, this pampering is the essence of youth. Even though it's been over 20 years since I left it behind.

For now, I immersed myself in the swings again. Sweat poured out of my body, and my arms were shaking. But this time, I managed to endure for about 50 minutes. Is this the way of a man who has made up his mind? It's only a 20-minute extension, though.

I got some scrap wood from Ast, who was in the shed, to use as targets.

For now, the idea is to disable the target without aiming for a fatal blow, by hitting the limbs and stopping their movement. Even a small pebble can slow down movement.

Imagine compressing a 10 cm diameter sphere of wind to about 5 mm.

"Attribute: Wind. Pressure defined. Shape: A cone with a 5 mm radius and 1 cm height. Fixed 10 cm in front of the right index finger. Fire forward at a speed of 300 km/h. Execute."

A hole opened halfway through the 5 cm thick scrap wood. Hmm, the power seems a bit weak. It feels like it would stop at the fat layer of a wild boar. Let's try rifling.

Imagine compressing a 10 cm diameter sphere of wind to about 5 mm.

"Attribute: Wind. Pressure defined. Shape: A cone with a 5 mm radius and 1 cm height. Fixed 10 cm in front of the right index finger. Fire forward with a spinning motion, at a speed of 300 km/h. Execute."

A sound of penetration was heard. When I looked at the scrap wood, it had been penetrated.

After that, I repeated fine adjustments by changing the shape, firing method, and speed.