Master Of None

Chapter 2270: 2270. Only On Wind



"Curse you and your wind sword!" The large wind horn ogre that Gil had been fighting against had flung him away yet again.

This had been a common sight for the wind horn ogres when Gil had arrived. He had insisted on sparring with them so that he could test his strength or at least that was what they believed. He had told them about his situation, but it wasn't something they could focus on since they had to ensure that they had harvested enough food for the day.

Naturally, Gil wondered why they were so focused on food, but he had somewhat already understood at the time. The ogres were a very hearty eating race. They needed a lot of food and the food they ate here had wind affinity mana within. So, it helped them grow and function in general.

Regardless, Gil was right now, getting up again to try his hand at a fight. But the wind sword skill that used dense wind to make a sword was also able to fling him back using gusts of wind or controlled slashes from a distance.

He was at a disadvantage using the high elf dagger style. He had even put a focus on the wind style within the high elf dagger style so that he could counter the attacks based in wind. But he only got thrown back still instead of halting the force from the wind overall.

Whether it was his personal weakness or lack of understanding on the topic of wind, Gil was getting frustrated more than anything. He didn't want to stay here too long when he should be looking to learn even more. Looking to bring more races in to Genesis. Looking to help more people grow.

While the wind horn ogres had grown up with wind as their other hand in a sort of speaking, Giul was very much behind. He had never let himself completely go without other manas or properly focused on pure wind mana. Even Zephyr had not done so. Meaning, he was completely a novice. Regardless of his level and current strength.

Meaning, by comparison, he was a baby to the wind horn ogres.

"You can't even beat one of the weakest. You wish us to listen to you. To abandon our home just because you think it might be safer where you come from. You are a weird monster." The wind horn ogres didn't even see Gil as an intelligent race. It was insulting.

While they had not contacted other races, they understood the strength of those that moves through the wind elemental planes that they called home. They also had felt the true wind sage and the king of wind who managed the balance which allowed them chances at food or having a village.

Gil was nowhere near that strength, in their minds, they could not listen to him. If they were to follow someone so weak just because they said so, they would perish. It would be the end of their race and everything they had built.

Since they often had to deal with the shifting of the wind elemental planes, the wind horn ogres had grown accustomed to this. So had many smaller and weaker races. They did not suffer the same as the demons who went mad because of too much pure water mana, but they did suffer from the brutality of wind as it shifted and powerful traveling monsters without the intelligence to be reasoned with.

Therefore, they had the knowledge to stay alive and follow instincts which would keep them safe. It was just logical not to follow Gil. he could also see that.

"You are always at risk here. I am offering you a place where you can live with other races and grow to be powerful enough to travel anywhere without worry that you will have your people wiped out! You won't lose your village and need to rebuild, you will always have a home in Genesis!"

Before Gil could keep talking, a larger wind blade was sent toward him. He watched as the wind had formed in the hands of one of the wind horn ogres. It had condensed so perfectly that it was easy to understand how the wind horn ogres and survived. Especially seeing that more wind mana was being absorbed through the wind blade ogres' horn. They never ran out of wind mana here, even though it was so dangerous, they could rely on this power.

As Gil watched the wind blade move toward him, he muttered under his breath how it was slow, but he also cursed himself a little for not being able to rival it. Hence why he wielded his dagger and decided to cut out all of the other aspects of the high elven dagger technique he had worked hard for. He would be going back to the basics.

Casting aside the absorption of other mana sin to the technique and skill, Gil found that he was left not as weak as he could have expected. Normally, he would look at the loss of natural mana around his body and skill as a massive downside.

That was his problem.

He had thought that here, in an elemental plane, that it would be the same. He was very wrong about that though. He was in the wind elemental plane where he should focus on the advantages of wind mana and the style based in it which was derived from the high elf technique. He wasn't stopped from using the parts as a singular technique rather than the whole either.

As Gil felt his body suddenly relax, his dagger met the wind blade head on. This time, the wind warped and wrapped around the dagger before bearing off in another direction. "I'm a freaking idiot." Gil's insults to himself were quiet enough that the ogres did not hear, but the small crowd that gathered witnessed the change in his body and movements.

The ogre that Gil was fighting seemed to have had a shot of encouragement, he stopped sending wind blades and instead sprinted forward. The wind blade in his hand taking the form of a sword. It was similar to holding a horn though. This struck Gil as odd, but none of the ogres could have seen a properly forged sword. So just making what they were accustomed to, a sharpened horn, made more sense.

Not that the wind blade was able to reach Gil. He had dropped any thought or feeling of using any other mana. He focused entirely on wind and allowed his elven blood to take control. This was exactly what he should have done from the beginning, but even that thought was dropped away from his mind.

Many people tried to reach the core of who they were and their strength. Some races had a better time doing it, such as the demi-humans. However, Gil had recently embraced the elven side of him and was still exploring him. With the purer manas here, he was able to touch upon each aspect of that high elven blood which allowed him to be better in tune with each mana when needed, even natural mana.

This being the case, Gil's next move directly halted the wind horn ogre's attack. It also started to draw the wind mana toward him and wrap his body as if it was becoming small vines of wind wrapping and defending him. Not that Gil had noticed. He was already moving and another wind horn ogre was pushing to challenge him as well.

Who said that fighting alone was what they were doing?

When a monster attacked them, the wind horn ogres did not fight alone. They fought together for their lives or they ran together. That was just what needed to be done to survive. So why change it now?

But they were shocked to find that Gil had shattered the condensed wind blade sword in the first orge's hand. The second slashed at him but found that Gil had easily ducked under the attack like a soft breeze. As a result, the blade of Gil's dagger reached the neck of the ogre, stopping only to show defeat before Gil looked toward the taller and clearly older ogres.

"So, which of you wants to test my strength now? Will you listen yet?" His taunting voice made them grumble, their naturally high tempers as ogres were pushed ahead before the

battle erupted.

"Hmm? That child finally began to learn about the origin of elves and how to use his blood properly. Good, I knew it would be interesting." The true wind sage had been waiting for a moment like this. He found it incredibly entertaining. Genesis Was like a box of toys just waiting to show off their skills for him.

"What else will you show me?"

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