Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Borrow one of my father's fishing rods, hang an old vine cage, and go fishing in the river.

I was called out of the house by Lucell.

"Brother, are you going fishing? Me too!

That's not good.

"No. Are you ready to write the text I taught you the other day? I'll be back by noon, so when you get back, let me write it in front of you. Practice hard."

Bad for Lucell, but let him snap, and head to the river alone.

Ishur began teaching Lucell to read and write about six months ago. Even if it's not as good as he is, I'd rather be able to read and write than my parents. I borrowed that textbook from Faro again, made him read and read it many times, and made him write letters on the ground. Now he teaches and makes me write simple texts like "My name is Lucell" and "I am eight years old".

He passed in front of an abandoned house where he used to practice magic before, and went out to the stone-covered river plains. Still before the sowing of the field, the water is cold at the tip of spring, and damp cold air pushes from the river.

Place your fishing gear at the roots of the trees that grow on the riverside, stop by the river, and manipulate the wind. I made a light escape and jumped across the river to the other bank.

When landing on the opposite shore, gather the wind at your feet, create a high pressure layer, and blow it up further to ease the shock. The river width is about twenty skulls and less than twenty long strides when it comes to units used throughout continental countries such as the Kingdom of Ladis. Ten meters over.

Nearly three years after gaining the magic of the wind, it has been one of the fruits of a variety of ideas and experiments and practices.

Through the bush trees on the opposite shore, we go through the bush forests for a while, sometimes scratching them back.

After trying magic for the first time in that abandoned house in earnest, for a while I manipulated the wind and air as much as I could think of with half the play, and devoted myself to getting used to magical use so that I could use it without too much concentration and nerve shrinking.

From then on, I decided on my own themes, categorized and systematized what I would work on and tried to practice and experiment individually. To give you a few, it's speeding up magic activation, multiple simultaneous activation of magic, magic continuum, long term activation, minimal or extreme use of magic, applications, etc., but I didn't have enough ideas to do it in a serious mood, as I had come to work and study in my previous life, so it didn't come to me so strictly.

I just wanted to do it in a different way from other wizards and magicians' training and research in previous life that would probably be tied to stereotypes such as religions and customs in this world and not be able to have logical thinking, etc., when doing Japan in their own way as a living modern man in the twenty-first century.

Through the groves, you go out to a wide meadow. Even the meadow feels like a tall grass, a reed with surprising growth. The ground is also a little soft, with wetlands in the back.

Give me this far and I won't be afraid to be seen by anyone, even from a distance beyond my perception.

Entering the reed plain, the air is rinsed and the "hands" are gathered overhead in a rink from those above the sky, spherical and compressed more and more. At the same time, it is nudged with layers of air of varying barometric pressures and relieved from unnatural temperature changes and winds winding around it.

And I threw it at the reed plain, trying to shake the ball down.

The sphere of compressed air that gathers the wind knocks down the reeds, cutting them and flying forward through the reeds. It can be seen that the force that was obviously compressing around after five hundred long steps (just over three hundred meters) will loosen and the force that pushes the ball forward will also weaken. So I let go of my "hand".

There was a bong explosion at the end of the reeds that continued blue, and the blown reeds danced, and the earth smoke rose thinly.

If you really move or collect the air, the barometric pressure in that space drops and a strong wind blows in from around you. If you move it slowly and little by little, the wind will weaken, but it will take time. If you "grab" the air in a wider space, divide it into several layers from the inside out, and gradually lower the compression ratio of the air as you go outward, you won't have much unnatural wind around you in a shorter time.

If you do it unnoticed by people around you, animals, etc., you can do it in the air above it, and then collect the air in the space above it.

It was this way of attacking that I thought about it and created it.

Reduces the percentage of nerves used to falsely amorphous to prevent unnatural winds from blowing, and increases the power of "air bullets" for that matter.

Now make six compressed balls of the same air that you just made, horizontally, over the same head at once. Fly each of the two ends outwards, making sure to draw an arc to the point where it exploded earlier. The next ball at both ends should be parabolized upwards to the same goal. The two remaining ones slowed a breath and let them dive into the same reef as before to reach their target at the shortest distance in a straight line. Subtly control the velocity of each sphere so that the "landing" is simultaneous. The four balls flying through the air raised a high sound that cut the air, and the two balls running through the reed plains had to make a low sound that pulled away the grass and "landed" almost simultaneously.

There was an explosion several times bigger than before. Make sure the air on the front is slightly narrower and protrudes forward just before landing. The moment I was able to, at about the same time, the shock waves diverged from left to right. Nothing could be done to vibrate that conveys the ground. I got a fine vibration at my feet.

I've set up themes to practice, experiment, and sometimes play, but for one thing, I couldn't. It is an attempt to know how big a tornado can be made with one's magic, or how long and how long strong winds can continue to blow in a standard typhoon storm area, so to speak, "maximum output" or "maximum scale" or limits of one's magic.

Whether it's a tornado or a typhoon imitation, I'm confident that I can do it on a considerable scale in a short amount of time, but to actually do it, I have to be quite far from the village of Bersch and get to a point nearby where I have no family at all.

It's something that artificially wakes you up from the ground, so heavy rain clouds and the like start covering the sky... and it won't be going to be like that, so you may not notice it from quite a distance, but originally when I tried tornadoes with unstable weather, I lost control... and oh my God, it could happen.

In fact, it is difficult to get away from the village by how many miles or tens of miles (scar, a thousand long walks, roughly six hundred to seven hundred meters) as a matter of fact. A child leaves the village alone for no reason and goes somewhere far, for God's sake, I cannot be forgiven.

With that, I have never been able to try the most versatile magical force I ever wanted to try, large-scale use, which seems to be the most versatile.

After a breath, he runs down the reed to the left and east. Expand the layer of air forward in a horizontal conical fashion and press the compressed air against the back of both hands and feet so that it is pressed as they move. It's like a power assist. Create a flow of wind that pushes your whole body further back. I only blow around myself, I run under a strong chase wind. push forward and forward the wall of conical air that unfolded itself and forward.

The stride widens, knocking the upper body forward as the force runs upwards and about to jump, flushing and stabilizing some of the wind you let blow from behind to hold it from the back to the ground, moving on to full force disease. The power assist of the air follows closely the movement of both hands and feet. The reed in front of me splits left and right, turning into a fine stripe of green, flowing left and right.

The shoes I'm wearing now are boot-shaped sandals, some of the ground is soft and I'm not able to get the full speed out, but it's much faster than running mundane without magic.

This is one of the achievements of our efforts to apply magic. Continue to activate multiple magic as the body moves in detail and constantly changing. This was pretty difficult and I kept practicing all year or so. I practiced not only running, but also being able to use it when jumping and waving my sword.

I think I can fly for a short time, but I haven't tried it. I know it would be awesome if flight magic could be done, but even if you can't raise altitude near the village, and you can simultaneously control and promote posture while floating, raising, and maintaining altitude, it's pretty tough to keep it going for a long time now, even if you can do it without any problems. Perhaps you won't even keep enough with your physical senses.

If you keep using magic, it doesn't mean that you will be 0 at a certain point, I don't think you will suddenly fall even if you keep flying because your nerves will gradually become tired, annoyed, weaken your thinking and concentration, and end up feeling sleepy, etc., but I don't know what will happen. Flying in the sky is stopped because there will be no retrieval at times of need.

I kept running for a while and saw a tall cedar tree in the grove on my left hand side. Pretty old tree. Doesn't seem to be doing well and doesn't have much leaves on it.

Strengthen your magic and increase the speed at which you run toward its cedar trees. He jumped thoughtfully in front of the tall trees in front of him, jumping on branches stretching slightly above its cedar trees. Gently wind and stabilize the fluttering body.

The north side of the tree stretches with rivers in front and woods in the back. The forest runs out to the west, and the village is visible. On the south side, reed plains stretched out, and there was a slight glimpse of miscellaneous forest between the reeds. I hear river spirals and birds chirping, and the still cold winds of spring ahead blow.

This was my favorite place to practice magic in the reed plains. It leads to the trunk of the tree and boggles for a while without looking anywhere.

Nearly the last three years, I looked at the fold and explored clues about magic around the Bersch family, but I couldn't find anything like this in particular.

Even if the magic book itself was impossible, I wanted to at least grasp the records from when Lene was a court magician, and the clues to what kind of magic she used.

I know there's nothing like it in the books and scrolls in Farro's study. There were also personal documents and letters from the Bersch family when Lehne left the court magician, but I couldn't find anything with a statement about Lehne.

I have been called to help, such as when Ektor makes an inventory of taxes payable to the Baron Brigal family, but there was nothing old in Ektor's office and study except new documents.

If I were to look into it, the ground and second floors of that little tower, which are stashed with weapons, farm tools, etc., are usually locked, and I feel hopeless about whether they store scrolls and other paper.

Point your gaze southwest, towards Ellistar.

We know Ellistar doesn't have a bookstore, a store that sells books. The wizard doesn't seem to live alone. Can't you get a clue about magic because of something or whatever?

So I felt a rare and large sign of animal movement towards the north. There are more than one. Jump down a tree, thrust through a servant and head for the river. The number of pieces is probably four, moving across the river, in the woods, towards the river.

The wind is blowing towards the woods and the mountains. Lightly create a layer of wind in front of you just in case, so that the smell does not go towards the woods, approaching without coming out of the riverside servant. The spiral of the river and the damp air should camouflage this one. A wolf came out of this part of the forest across the shore, and around. Four in all. They're here for water.

He's a big guy. I've used magic on wild birds, wild mice, etc before, but large animals don't come out on the inside unless it's this time of year.

What do we do? Try it.

For a moment, the patrol decides, leaves the servant and jumps to the opposite shore, taking a short distance to appear before them. The wolves were agitated for a moment, but when they started howling with their heads up, they rushed out of the way all at once to accelerate towards this one, slowly and vigilantly at first, when this one was motionless and unresponsive.

Three balls of high-pressure air that I practiced earlier in the reeds overhead, one around in front of me. Create one ball that is small and inferior in power, fastest. I couldn't control all the air in the surrounding space for a quick minute, and an unnatural breeze blew around me.

The wolf coming at us must have detected an anomaly, but he didn't hesitate to see if he was hungry or excited by the attack impulse.

Hit the ball overhead on the three in front of you and the little ball in front of you on the one behind you.

A fierce bursting sound sounded and the wolves were covered with blood smoke. The wolf behind him fell to the ground and began to cramp as he jumped at the non-wolf with his whole body frightened.

The three wolves in front of them became squeaky chunks of meat pulled from their necks first, splashing pieces of meat around them and falling on their sides or on their backs, desperate.

The fourth one behind me wet one ear in the blood and cramped for a while before holding his breath.

The little sphere that hit the wolf behind us was designed to create a confined space, even indoors. Create a sphere that "solidifies" the air by increasing the compression ratio as much as possible, in a space not so large, in a small amount of air. It would only be less powerful, but I thought to myself, backwards, let it burst into the target's body.

The little sphere was dived from the hole in his ear to his inner ear and burst towards the inside. Probably could have destroyed some parts of the brain, too. It wasn't an instant death, but I knew I could definitely kill it.

The smell of blood drifts around.

The figure of the dead wolves was more miserable than I could have imagined.

Keep the wolf's body, turn your back and go back to the village. I didn't have the strength in my ankle because of my sense of vanity.

I have had my father and Paul take me hunting and help dismantle the hunted deer. I have also helped dismantle cattle at village festivals. I didn't realize I was scared of the wolf's body.

I didn't think anything of it when Lene died.

At first I also thought about overlooking it. Because it was a good opportunity to try the magic I "developed" with my own ideas, but I thought it was pointless murder.

However, in a few days there will be a routine pre-seeding mountain hunt in the village. Weren't those wolves less bait ahead in the spring, and came out of the depths of the woods? If left alone, if you survive a mountain hunt, attacking the village's livestock can even happen. Sometimes livestock is attacked, sometimes even people and children are attacked once every few years. I can't even look you in the eye if that happens.

Yet it is this bitter feeling that comes up to the pharynx.

Either way, no matter how you deceive yourself, you can't escape this guilt.

Don't deceive me. You can't even run away.

But what I've been through today will surely be useful in the future.

Ever since I was captured by a witch in the woods, I've stepped into the world of battle, either dying or living. With the wind magic fixture in your hands, you won't be able to escape from it anymore.

If you have acquired an unknown power, you must know what that power is.

Walk back to Kawahara, where you left your fishing gear.

Grab a fishing pole and a cage and go home.

Is there a cherry blossom among the trees? I can glimpse the white flowers that I didn't realize I was going. It's time for rustic flower colors to start to stand out in the woods.

I'll have to study Lucell when I get home.

Ishur walked down the fine path between the trees, losing the feeling of being about to lean down and making his stride big and slightly cheerful.