"Use your wrist—the strength in your wrist! How many times do I have to say it? Don't use your arms! Are your brains made of iron? Can't you even twist them?"
At the training grounds, the Wind Fairy instructor sternly reminded the students to use the throwing vibration technique.
A group of beautiful Wind Fairies wore bitter expressions, terribly missing the teacher who had originally taught them to shapeshift. She had been so gentle, like a person made of sugar and water. This one was pretty too, but as fierce as an Old Hag!
The Green Titan players said, "You call that fierce? Our Chief Instructor would pick us up and swing us around like brooms whenever he got impatient. We took at least three beatings a day, and did we complain?"
As she watched this group of unwilling little fellows improve with every movement of their hands, the Wind Fairy instructor maintained her stern expression, but inwardly, she couldn't stop marveling at them.
To be honest, when she first heard she would be teaching Wood Elves, she had resisted somewhat. Their poor bloodline compatibility resulted in terrible racial talents, and teaching them would be extremely arduous.
People said that great teachers produced great students, but that depended on the students' aptitude. If you gave a pig to a trainer and asked him to turn it into the finest hunting dog, even the best trainer would get a headache. If not for the high salary offered by this lord—and her urgent need for a well-paying job—she absolutely would not have taken this position!
But after she began working with them, she discovered that these Wood Elves seemed to be a completely different breed from the ones she had encountered before.
First was their quality. When she arrived, the instructor in