Advancing in Wind Power

LeBlanc's words initially puzzled me. The manor's owner was at least a hundred years old and Noxus, so how could he be Sage Tabor?

But then I realized the House of Tabor originated from Noxus, and the old Sage looked to be over a hundred years old; perhaps he couldn't bring himself to say he was Noxus. →

Thinking of this, I checked with Garen: "How old is Sage Tabor?"

"My aunt told me he was one of the founding fathers of Demacia, and he must be at least two hundred years old."

I never expected Demacia to have such an old monster. But this makes LeBlanc, it really is the manor of the Sage Tabor!

Garen wasn't curious about the matter itself, but rather about who was speaking through the raven's mouth, "May I ask your relationship to the old Sage? Why do you address him by his first name?"

"This is none of your business, little one from the House of Lightshield."

Hearing this, Garen became even more curious. She actually knew his identity. However, LeBlanc disappeared after speaking, and the raven's voice reverted to Swain's.

He briefly told Darius about the situation in Noxus over the past few days, then reminded us to be careful in everything before hanging up.

Both the manor and Grian were left behind by the Sage Tabor. What were his motives? More and more mysteries surround this old man.

Over the next few days, everyone continued to improve their skills, and I also received instruction from Janna, which deepened my understanding of the Wind Element.

Previously, my mastery of Wind Power was very limited, only at the level of Wind Force. It had more room to maneuver against opponents of medium strength, but it was useless against Vastaya.

The only truly powerful move I can use is the Gale, Kled taught me, but due to the limitations of the Uniform Strength, I can't unleash its full potential.

Janna gave me specific guidance based on my situation. In addition to the Wind Force, she also introduced the concepts of "style" and "Wind Form".

As the name suggests, "Wind Force" refers to the strength of the wind and is the foundation for learning Wind Riding Technique. It allows one to utilize natural winds or create wind out of thin air.

Style is the tone of the wind, the outward expansion of its Wind Force over a wider area.

To master the style requires complete control over the wind, without wasting a single bit of force, and extending the Wind Force as high and far as possible, which is a great test of one's physical strength.

When the Wind Force continues to gather and extend to a certain extent, the quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change, and the Wind Force will increase many times over.

This process was extremely difficult. With Janna's careful guidance, it took me a week to get the hang of it, and I don't know how long it will take to fully master it.

But without a doubt, once I master the style, I will be able to generate a gale of the same intensity as Kled's without using Uniform Strength!

Creating a storm on one's own is not difficult, just like the storm Lili created in Freljord.

Wind Form refers to the form of the wind, which is the opposite of style; it is a more detailed description of Wind Force.

Refinement is often more difficult than expansion because many subtle things cannot be mastered simply by pointing them out. It requires sufficient patience and extraordinary comprehension, and is a great test of mental strength.

When Janna demonstrated for me, she casually waved her hand and an extremely realistic longsword appeared. In fact, the sword was just a manifestation of Wind Element.

I had done some research in this area before, but at most I could only wrap the Wind Force around the weapon, rather than create the weapon out of thin air.

To master the Wind Form, one cannot simply focus on its Wind Force; one must gain deeper understanding and imagine the wind as something with shape and life.

Transforming the intangible into the tangible, and the void into the vibrant, requires an immense strain on the mind. It is precisely this extremely difficult thing that I mastered in just one week, and even better than I mastered the style.

Now I can conjure all sorts of weapons from my imagination, and their strength is getting higher and higher.

Janna was very surprised. "I was curious about your physical strength when you were learning your style, but now I'm even more surprised that your brain is so developed!"

"Because I once had a serendipitous encounter where I tasted a special jam that the Yordle had been brewing for thousands of years, which may also be related to the Spiritual Power of the Harbinger."

"Oh, you're so lucky! I thought it would take you several years to learn it, but you've mastered it so well in less than a month."

"Actually, it's mainly thanks to my junior sister. You taught so diligently, so I naturally learned quickly."

"Hmph, don't try to sweet-talk me, I'm not buying it!"

Although I said that, what god doesn't like to hear nice things? After spending these days together, I could clearly feel that Janna's attitude towards me had changed.

I made a very bad impression on her when we first met, but now she's occasionally willing to chat with me.

Besides me, she also guided the cultivation of many others. All things are governed by the same principle. Although she is the embodiment of wind, many of her experiences and skills can be applied to other martial arts.

People have great respect for me, their "junior sister." They never expected that someone so young would have such a profound understanding of the Wind Riding Technique, and that she could apply it to other areas as well.

At this point, it was inevitable that some people would make fun of me, especially that mischievous Sivir, who always said I was stupid and that my senior brother was not as good as my junior sister.

I thought she would have toned it down after overhearing my conversation with Varus last time, but I didn't expect her to still be the same as before, occasionally clinging to me.

Besides remaining indifferent, I didn't know what else to do. Fiora had seen everything and talked to me about it that day:

"I didn't like Sivir at first, I thought she was a very promiscuous girl who seduced you while Riven wasn't around, but actually I misunderstood her."

"You're not blaming her, that's just how she is."

"I can tell she genuinely likes you, and I can also tell you don't have the heart to hurt her."

"I have another idea, which is to use her. Sivir inherited the bloodline of the Ascended Empress and is very powerful. She can help Ionia get out of its predicament. Otherwise, I don't mind being ruthless and driving her away."

"I never expected you to say something like that to me. What changed you?"

"I've always been the same, nothing's changed. What? Can't you adapt to my change? Or do you think I'm despicable?"

"No, I just think you're very immature. You're deliberately showing your dark side so that others will criticize you. It's like something a child would do."

Fiora wasn't angry when she heard what I said. She calmly pointed out my feelings, just like she would comfort her own younger brother.

I wanted to get angry, but I couldn't bring myself to be angry when I looked into her clear eyes, because everything she said was true.

I did deliberately display my negative emotions, like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

Perhaps it's the self-hatred he feels after being influenced by the Vastaya.

Fiora saw my expression and got up to leave.

"Looks like you've taken my words to heart. Alright, go find Sivir and explain your feelings properly. I'm sure she'll understand."