When it comes to wind abilities, people tend to sharpen them and use them to cut down opponents.
Yuna played with the small wind that formed in her palm.
For wind, Yuna did not want to give it any form. Wind was formless, and she wanted to stay true to that. Wind had always been formless as an element. Reading so many novels, Yuna had her own way of reaching epiphanies and understanding it. As a reader, her imagination had always been limitless.
The elemental book said that giving an element a form was important, but not all elements could be clustered into one type. Yuna was smart enough to know not to follow the words of a book to the letter. It was written by human beings too, according to their own understanding. Even machines make errors, much less human beings. Even if it wasn't a mistake, it was still their own interpretation, and Yuna had her own interpretation.
Each to their own, darling—each to their own.
Until proven wrong, Yuna tended to stick to her own ideals—stubborn and rarely indecisive. Of course, her stubbornness, like her decisiveness, stemmed from the fact that she was too lazy to try other methods and learn another way. Even if her method was cumbersome, she was already entangled in such hardship. To change all that effort and start anew, Yuna did not have strong forbearance.
The good thing was that Yuna liked to search for easier methods, so everything was fine, for most things at least.
She had refined her fire to the point that it could melt metal… well, to be more precise, after she successfully reformed her plate, her control and upgrading of heat had improved by leaps and bounds.
As she had already achieved the level she wanted to attain, Yuna wanted to focus on other elements. She learned fire first mainly because she wanted something offensive to protect herself. The next one should be the element she most desired to learn, which was wind—the greatest assistance among elements.
She wanted to fly. She wanted to soar into the sky and be like Superman.
Every child's dream is to be able to fly, and that hasn't changed even after adulthood. In fact, it becomes more pronounced because adults have to travel to all kinds of places for many adult reasons. Who wouldn't want to just fly and be able to go anywhere easily?
Yuna didn't rush to fulfill her childhood dream when she first transmigrated only because she was in another world. Even if she was muddle-headed, she insistently wanted to learn things that could protect her well. As a year-round reader, she understood clearly that a fantasy world was never a setting to be taken lightly, so she chose to learn the most destructive element first—a decision she was quite thankful for when she thought back on the first person she ever killed.
Maybe because she had suffered tremendous pain and hovered between life and death because of the dimension stone, Yuna's mentality seemed to have improved and become more stable, such that her first ever murder did not haunt her as severely as she had expected, which gave her relief.
"Since wind is formless…"
Then Yuna didn't want it to have a form.
Maybe she will let it have a form closely tied to it's wind nature, but not now. She doesn't have enough epiphany or understanding what wind entails yet.
There was also that saying:
• Wind represents freedom
But freedom was such an abstract concept and didn't have a clear definition. Every person had their own notion of freedom, so Yuna put that saying aside for the time being. Maybe when she grasped what freedom truly was, she would focus on it.
Yuna lay down on the meadow, a place farther away from the town—lush green with gentle winds. It was a perfect spot for a picnic.
Yuna raised her hand and felt the gentle breeze.
Slowly closing her eyes, Yuna guided the wind elements in her body, adjusting her breath and posture to be like the breeze—gentle, calming, and relaxing.
Yuna didn't control the wind blowing around her body; she merely guided it silently and let it lift her body slowly. The first few tries were a little wobbly, and Yuna almost fell flat on the ground. Thankfully, her mastery of elemental control was superb, so she didn't make a fool of herself.
Still, her floating in the air was shaky.
"…follow the wind, follow the direction of the wind."
Yuna repeated the words and desperately stopped herself from forming a structure on the structureless elements lifting her up.
Feeling the wind's direction, Yuna loosened her control shakily and guided the wind she formed to flow along the same path as the natural wind.
The shaking gradually stopped as Yuna continued to float in the air. Her tense nerves slowly relaxed, and little by little, Yuna got the feel of moving with the wind. She drifted aimlessly in the air and enjoyed the sensation of "flying" (floating) immensely.
"I should practice this every day,"
Yuna said spiritedly. The feeling of flying, albeit imperfect, was exhilarating.
It was Saturday, so there were no classes, and Yuna used the opportunity to practice wind in an open space.
After practicing for a long while, Yuna ceased her activities and settled down on the ground.
"I'm hungry… as if."
Yuna pursed her lips, her mood complicated.
After her master left and a week passed, Yuna horrifyingly discovered new changes in her body. She had lost—or perhaps it wouldn't be wrong to say—her sense of hunger was gone. To make matters worse, whenever she consumed food, an hour later she would uncontrollably vomit blood, as if expelling all the food she had eaten.
After careful observation, Yuna made notes on the changes in her body.
The first change, as mentioned before, was:
• Loss of sense of hunger
Her body was filled with elements to such an extent that even her bloodstream contained abundant elemental energy. The elements she absorbed filled her body with energy and compensated for any insufficient nutrients her body might lack.
It was like cultivators who, after reaching a certain level, could fast and no longer needed to consume food like mortals.
Daily food seemed more like an impurity her body refused to accept after its upgrade.
The second change was:
• No need to poop or pee
She had lost—or rather, no longer needed—the basic human function of excretion. If she consumed food, it wouldn't turn into nutrients her body needed. Instead, it would be dismantled within an hour and turn into excess dirty blood.
What was the fucking use of her intestines then, right????
It didn't matter that she no longer needed to poop or pee, since it was annoying when her body protested, not to mention stinky and disgusting. The thing that truly vexed Yuna was that she could no longer taste delicious gourmet food.
At night, Yuna used to lie under the blanket and shed silent tears. (个_个)
The third change, however, was something Yuna didn't have much to say about.
Her appearance in another world could be considered pretty. Although a transmigrator, she didn't have the otherworldly, goddess-loved type of face where a single glance could stun people and make them unable to look away.
Yuna's appearance was simply that of a pretty girl, which she was thankful for, because being too good-looking meant she was likely to be an important character—or worse, a main character.
…As if.
Who didn't want to be beautiful? Her appearance was ninety percent identical to her original one: black eyes, black hair, and nothing overly striking—just decent.
Thankfully, she had a kind of subtle prettiness; without careful observation, people wouldn't notice it much. In other words, she could blend in with the masses.
The only problem was…
Yuna looked down at her skin color.
It was pale—not just pale, but extremely pale, to the point that Yuna even suspected it had been powdered. She could clearly see her blue veins; her skin was almost transparent.
With her extremely pale face, dark hair, and black eyes, Yuna wondered whether she looked like a ghost or a Chinese zombie.
Forget blending in. This time, if someone looked at her, they would be stunned—not because of beauty, but because of her ghost-like appearance.
Sighing deeply, Yuna walked back toward her house.
She got it. She was an unloved bystander.