Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The next morning, Ishur woke up at the same time, not always, and with Lucell did the chores imposed on the children, and when he grabbed the wooden sword, he went behind the house and shook his bare hands, and struck into the pile of wood that my father had put up before me.

I wouldn't dare do a fierce punch in the shape of a kendo if someone was watching beside me, but I'm not doing anything to hide it, especially if it's bare. Neither the father nor the sons of his village peers showed any particular interest in the archaeology of Ishur. Unlike bows that are commonly used for hunting, no one has any special interest in swordsmanship, nor do they know it. Everyone waves their swords and wooden sticks on their own every now and then when they're free. Else was also stealing some look at Ishur's archery somewhere, in the form of "Well, that's interesting. You're thinking a lot," I've said, "but I wasn't particularly surprised or surprised enough to react.

In the first place, Ishur was a beginner in previous life, and it's only been about a year since he started waving a wooden sword. Even amateurs couldn't have done it in such a way as to impress even amateurs, and it was natural to be able to do it with such a degree of reaction.

When the sweat waves bare to the point of clamping his forehead, he sets up a wooden sword on a wooden pile and walks down a fine path that leads to the river behind the house. Walking for a while, coming from across the trees to around where the river spirals could be heard, a small vacant lot appeared.

By the way, a decaying ancient house is built in a grassy vacant land, in the middle of which the roof has also fallen a great deal. Once upon a time, a man from a village who became a merchant in Ellistar came back to the village in old age to build it. He liked fishing, and built a house near a river that flowed south of the village. After his death there was no one to dwell on, neither did his relatives die, and the house decayed according to the years without being cared for. Since then, it has often been a playground for children dressed nearby.

When Ishur nestled in the vacant lot in front of the abandoned house, he looked out for anyone nearby or nearby.

Evidently since last night, a certain sensation has become acute and the ability to perceive has increased abnormally. Where the wind blew, the senses were sharpened to such an extent that they were not comparable to before to the air shaking, the flow, and even beyond sight, they were able to recognize what was there, what was moving, and what was happening. It would be the effect of wind magic implements captured in the body. One of the effects of wind magic fixtures, maybe you should think about it.

There is no such thing as concern around.

Ishur glanced, inhaled his breath hard and activated the magic of the wind.

The wind rings hard. The leaves of the trees are dancing and the sand is swirling. The trees around me squirm. The wind is swirling around me.

The whirlpool is big enough to swallow a whole house. The height is as high as the trees around. I'm not sure about the wind speed. It's like a strong wind blowing during a typhoon. I can be stronger and bigger, but if I do too much, I can see it from the village. The branches of the trees will fly broken, dancing high in the sky over the heights of the trees alongside the sand and dust, and the sound of the wind will echo throughout the village.

Move the tornado forward of you as you hold on to strength and size.

The center of the vortex moves forward, so you should be exposed to strong winds yourself, but when you approach the body, the vortex of the wind escapes well upwards and is hardly affected by strong winds. Because I "thought" and "thought" that way.

This ability is like a mindfulness power that acts only on air, the atmosphere. You can move air, wind, orient, and wind speed to move your hands and feet.

I can somehow also guess the limits of this ability to move the air so that anyone can somehow see the limits of my body's ability, the limits of what I can do.

Slowly turn down the tornado you moved forward. Protruding his right hand forward and slowly closing his palms, the whirlpool of compressed wind ahead becomes spherical and even smaller. The wind blows around to fill the empty space.

Eventually the compressed and spherical wind vortex became about the size of a baseball sphere. Push it further forward and accelerate it.

A fierce wind clashed against the collapsing wall of the abandoned house in the back. Maybe the timing was a little off, I let go of the moment when I clashed my compressing "hands". Along with the bursting sound of Pern, some of the walls became wooded and surrounded by fine pieces of wood and dust.

Gather the wind gently in front of your eyes and push forward. Doesn't seem like a big deal, but I kept the dust from coming this way. It looks painful in my eyes, and I don't want to inhale it.

As fine dust broke, the hardening of the wind on the wall burst away.

Natural winds that weren't my wake came from across. We took the dust dancing around to the woods in the back.

I don't feel that wind magic is inherently used in this way, but it seems certain that this conferral of the ability to move wind and air freely forms the basis of wind magic implements.

We can make winds, we can make tornadoes, we can create strong winds, we can collect air, compress it, make it spherical, or we can make it look like walls. Perhaps its power and effects are only commensurate with the fact that it is a gas...

Now when you wind up, you hit the ground in front of you, causing the sand grains and pebbles to roll up. I accelerated them forward, taking care not to move the air around me as much as possible, winding them up around my gaze. Hit the abandoned house wall as much as you want.

Pasi, I can scratch fine on the lacquered wall with a sound. Not enough to penetrate very well, but seemed quite powerful.

He said there were about ten bandits who attacked the village men who went to pay taxes last year, but if they hit this sand and debris on their faces to that extent, they would be able to repel it well. If you hit a sphere that "hardened" the wind earlier, you'd be mortally injured in one shot. Even if you hit a defensive part with leather armor or other protective equipment, you'll be dealt quite a blow.

It was the first thing I thought about and tried to do when I came to this abandoned house to avoid being seen how to fight ten bandits using my ability to manipulate the wind freely.

Will the next challenge be collecting that wind, compressing it, and making multiple, simultaneous, and quick bullets instead of "hardened" balls, and hitting each of those ten if ten people, and not making that "wind bullet" more powerful?

I wonder what happens when you compress a certain amount of air. It was literary. It's obscure in my boring knowledge, but with more and more barometric pressure, would it feel like heat would be released around and liquefied from easily liquefied components such as nitrogen in the air? Probably hundreds, thousands of bars, no, if we don't get more bars up, why don't we go that far? Wouldn't that be possible with this magical ability of my own?

I somehow know my magical powers, even if I know I can, I don't know that if I compress this much air, for example, the barometric pressure will rise this much, and this much rebellion and explosive power will be created, or if I compress a certain amount of air this much, this kind of phenomenon will occur.

When Ishur exhaled for a long time, he began to turn back the way he wore to the house. I can't stay here very long. It's time to go home now, and most importantly, nervous tiredness, or tiredness that I haven't tasted in a long time since I was born again. It was like a whole day, working overtime until late at night, and I was snuggled up and working.

What a lack of rational knowledge and inability to find out. I'll have to try a lot on my own somehow.

Ever since I was reincarnated and born into this world, I have gained incredible power over whether this is magic or whatever its cause.

From last night's story, it follows that the magic implements captured in one's body, which is the source of this strange power, are rather high-powered things brought directly from the god of the wind, but I don't know if that story of Lene was true quite some time ago, it's just hearsay. I can't confirm any more than the person is dead.

Incredible, even so, I don't feel particularly uncomfortable within myself. Invisible, stretchy hands and feet and free hearing and tactile sensation from your flesh naturally prepared your body.

I don't feel any particular abnormality in my body or mind, whether I feel foreign in my body, or have a fever, or some kind of hallucination that has started to appear.

And I also feel that this magic can't deviate from the line of its principles, subject to some physical, or natural scientific, law than it acts on the atmosphere, the air. I feel that way from the way I feel when I use this force, the way its power appears in front of me. I can't, for example, create dragons that wind violently and can serve freely from it, or squeeze the wind fast and sharply to materialize the sword. Can you even say that invisible, stretchy hands and feet are only "hands" and "feet"?

Even though it is originally unscientific and supernatural, when exercising it it will be in line with laws such as physics. What an ironic story. Or maybe that's the most incredible thing.

In the narrow between its unscientific and scientific, we now have no choice but to identify and poke at this ability. There may be something ahead, something you may see.

With this power, you can reconsider the goal of going out to Ellistar and becoming a merchant apprentice for now, close by, to become a merchant. In order to become a merchant apprentice, I was going to leave the village by the time I was fifteen, maybe twelve or three. Assuming you're in the village until that age, there's still time. Wind magic, let's try a lot and keep practicing so that we can use this ability well. Hopefully, we could go to the mountainous areas of the southeast and be hunters hunting demons. It could be a dangerous but interesting adventure. It is probably possible to go out to the King's Capital like Lehne and also become a wizard's apprentice and a court magician.

Speaking of which, what kind of magic did Lene use?

The time was past noon, and in the well sunny and bright sunshine, the witch's house had burned out in the fire yesterday, producing a miserable appearance of some burnt walls and a few columns of wood carburized in black just standing.

The collapsed columns and roof trees carbide black, and you can hear that they burned in quite a fire. I wonder what that transparent flame was. It seems that Lene had a number of magic fixtures, so maybe some of them were assimilated as coming from besides the wind magic fixtures. Would I have gotten that magic too if I had touched that transparent flame?

It sounds terrible.

"Looks like the fire momentum was pretty intense when I saw the burns. It's like you greased it and then burned it."

Farro and Ektor are talking.

Ishur and Else headed to the witch's house around noon with Paul. Paul said he could use a shortcut during the day, so he went into a path he didn't pass yesterday. There was a hunter's road leading from the back of Paul's house to the woods, and as he stepped on the leftover snow, stepped on the weeds, and crossed the roots of the trees down that path, he went out on yesterday's wide road leading to the witch's house. It was inside the gate.

During the day, I guess the other villagers didn't want to see any of the men in the village head to the witch's house.

When I arrived at the witch's house, the house had no trace of a burnout. Faro and the rest of the Bersch family had not yet come.

Ishur quickly searched around the bookcase where there was a magical book-like book, but the area was in a state of charcoal burnt in black and could not be found as one piece of paper. I tried to find pieces of crushed chisel or burnt wood the size of which I could move myself, but I couldn't find anything that looked like it.

The burnt trees still had heat when lifted, and some of them were quite hot. When I was eager to find them, my father and Paul angered me not to raze the burn marks too much, and I had no choice but to come outside, just across the road where I came from, a line of farrows appeared.

He was Ektor to Faro, and yesterday, three members of the Bersch family who were climbing the tower to monitor the fire. The family holds smaller tweezers and tweezers.

When Faro came to the front of the burnt house, he exchanged two or three words with Ektor and Els, and looked at his hands, which were black with Ishur's charcoal,

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

and said with a mean grin, being a serious face

"Where is Lene's body? Ishl."

I've been asking.

Paul and the family of the Bersch family used twigs and twigs to tear apart the remains of the burnt roofs and walls around Ishl's direction, and found some of the broken skulls and some bones that appeared to belong to Lehne.

At that time, all the clothes and bodies Lene wore seemed burnt out like paper, but some bones, especially the head area, seemed to remain. The surface of the bone, visible between the black, charcoaled dirt, appeared white-white and vivid as thought.

"Hmm, this is obviously not human."

Farro told his family to take Lene's remains home, and now he spoke of the story he had made a problem with last night.

"I don't know what to do with Lene's death, but as I told you yesterday, I don't think Noon needs to report it to Brigal."

"Baron Brigal is a man of a lot of bad reputation, but he's not originally a local person, and he wouldn't know so much about Lene. It was a long time ago. So I don't think there's a problem with letting the Baron know. It would be worse if I didn't let you know."

Ektor answered. Else or Paulo say nothing. Seems unwilling to speak to the two conversations.

"The problem is, rather, Kraes, the predecessor of Hidden Borders."

"Oh, my God."

Farro looked bitter. He called Uncle Borderline.

"That's a horrible, greedy man. I'd know more about Lene than Brigal, too. It might not be a good idea for him to know."

"Yes. You just think that Kraes has been sleeping for a long time and has not had a few more lives? This is what I heard from a merchant who came to the village before this. It was over a month ago, so he could be dead by now. At least we won't be able to get past this winter. It's been almost a decade since my current Lord Levelt took the lead, but I don't hear a bad reputation."

"Hmm. Then it's settled. After a long time after the snowmelt, I went to see how Lene was, and he said there was a fire and he was dead."

"Yes."

"Then we shall inform Brigal first in the spring. If I may, I'd like to know for sure the death of Kraes before then."

"Uncle, you know some of the knights who serve the Borderline Uncle directly, don't you? Why don't you just send it out in a letter and find out?

Else, who has been silent until now, advises.

"Right. Let's think about that."

Farro said he looked around at the men around him.

"Then it's not up to you. Guys, there's nothing else you can say about Lene."

"We need to be careful with the women in the house too..." said Ektor.

Farro nodded, blind to the burning marks, and walked down the path he had come. Ishur saw the burn again. Behind the mother house there are burnt wells with small roofs and burn marks smaller than the mother house whether there was originally a shed or something. The trees around them were enough to find a few burnt marks at the tip of the branch. There is a strong discrepancy between the building and the way the trees burn around it. Obviously some power worked and only the witch's residence burned out with a strong fire.

The somewhat demonic, disastrous atmosphere I felt yesterday was no longer felt in the burning marks or in the woods around me, nor was it dusty.

Return the quizzes and catch up with the faros who went first on a small run. Ishur inquired side by side of Faro.

"I wonder what sorcery books Lene had."

Farro said, "You are so..." and he said, "You look so frightened."

"I don't."

I just said.

"I can barely read a magic book written in a difficult language from a long time ago. Same as a classic or something. It says something about magic happening, magic, magic equipment types, spells."

Ektor answered, or explained what I most wanted to hear.

A spell.

What kind of magic is that?

When they say, for example, the magic of the five systems of wind, fire, earth, gold, and water, I don't know exactly what magic there is.

I wonder if Ektor has ever seen a magic book... maybe he has one?

"Ishl than that. You'll never talk to the kids about this."

Farro pressed me with a scared face.

"Yeah."

I snort firmly in my childish act, then try to fight back with a little mischievous mind though.

"Don't you have one or so magic fixtures in your great-uncle's house?

Farro opened his eyes and looked at each other with a bitter echo.