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Chapter 39: Chasing Wind, Pursuing Thunder Martial Technique

On the training field the next day.

Ashura unleashed the Tower Ascension Sword Art once again, yet his ninth slash cut only air; this was the third time he had missed.

Slightly out of breath, Ashura stared at Lan Yu across from him, the girl gazing back triumphantly.

Today Lan Yu no longer met him head-on; each time his ninth slash came down she evaded with footwork, breaking the momentum of his swords, and the youngster ground his teeth in helpless frustration.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Ashura hurried off without looking back, and Lan Yu pouted, stamped her foot, and headed toward Class 7’s formation area.

Ashura skipped Magic class as well and made for the Magic-Martial Hall, knowing that his Tower Ascension Sword Art needed a speed footwork to land hits or the technique’s power would be wasted.

He recalled a synopsis he had read earlier about a blue-tier movement art called Chasing Wind, Pursuing Thunder.

This footwork cost 1,000 credits as a blue-tier technique, yet if the user possessed either wind magic or lightning magic the art would immediately rise to purple grade.

Because of that harsh prerequisite almost no one studied it, leaving it stuck at blue tier… after all, what Magician would bother learning a movement martial art?

Yet Ashura, an oddball who did have lightning magic, met the requirement; he had coveted the manual before but had chosen the offensive Tower Ascension Sword Art instead.

Now, having exchanged the credits he earned from selling Magina’s hair for the manual, he could hardly wait to study it.

At the Magic-Martial Hall he located the scroll in moments thanks to his prodigious memory, paid the painful 1,000 credits, and started reading it carefully.

Only then did Ashura understand: the movement itself was blue tier, but it contained a set of wind and lightning incantations that granted a magical speed boost, and combining the two instantly upgraded the technique to purple grade.

If the practitioner wielded both wind and lightning magic, the technique could even leap to yellow grade.

Ashura silently memorized the entire manual and eagerly looked for a chance to practice Chasing Wind, Pursuing Thunder.

Judging that Magic School would soon dismiss, he headed toward Magic Class 13.

Just as he tried to sit, Clara yanked her chair to the middle of the table, spread her arms, and blocked every inch so Ashura had no place.

Ashura was utterly baffled; he tilted his head at the silver-haired girl who kept pouting to herself, unsure how he had offended her.

Their classmates looked on curiously, and Ashura’s head throbbed.

In the end Ashura slipped out the back door, while Clara fumed and wondered what she would demand in compensation… the jerk had borrowed credits from her to buy another girl that fancy flower tea.

She herself had never splurged on that 20-credit tea; she would not forgive him unless he bought one for her as well…

Still plotting her revenge, Clara suddenly noticed the silence behind her, turned, and saw that Ashura had already left the room.

That lit her anger; never in her life had anyone ignored her like this, so she sprang up, lifted the hem of her magic robe, and raced after him, leaving the class staring in bewilderment.

After sprinting out, she spotted Ashura in a hallway toward another classroom; grinding her silver teeth, she closed the distance and swung her long leg at his backside.

Ashura was pondering his training questions for Instructor Yuan Da when a sound pricked his ear; driven by warrior instinct he spun aside from the sneak kick, raised his right hand like a sword, and aimed for the attacker’s knee.

But as he turned he saw the angry yet pretty face, hastily changed the chop into a catch, and grabbed the girl’s thigh.

Clara knew no martial arts; she had merely wanted to kick the rascal hard, yet he evaded and, having over-extended, she toppled straight into his arms.

The moment she fell into Ashura’s chest, both of them froze.

Clara’s palms pressed against his chest while Ashura’s right hand still cupped her long thigh beneath the robe; to any onlooker they looked like a flirting couple.

Before the pair could react, several girls from another Magic class walking toward them cried out in surprise.

They squealed words like “So daring!” and “So romantic!”, Clara’s pretty face flushed to her ears, and though Ashura was mortified too he still gave the smooth thigh a discreet squeeze.

Clara’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she reached to pinch the soft flesh at his waist.

Yet when more footsteps sounded they split at once and sprinted down opposite corridors.

Clara dashed straight back to Magic Class 13, her lovely face still tinged pink; she buried it in her arms without a word while the curious glances around her deepened.

Ashura, finding a deserted spot, lifted his right hand to his nose, inhaled, and wore a blissful look; he had no idea why the lady had gone crazy and had long forgotten the 20 credits he owed her, humming as he entered Instructor Yuan Da’s empty classroom.

As always, Yuan Da’s classroom echoed only with loud snores and his own passionate lecturing.

Seeing Ashura enter, Instructor Yuan Da rubbed his nose in embarrassment, glanced at the slumbering students, sighed, said, “Self-study, everyone,” and walked toward Ashura’s desk.

Ashura did not mock the unpopular instructor; instead he explained in detail the shortcomings of his current Tower Ascension Sword Art and the advantages of the Chasing Wind, Pursuing Thunder footwork he had selected.

Instructor Yuan Da pondered, affirmed Ashura’s judgment and choice of technique, and then delved into the youngster’s cultivation issues.

This time he produced the long-term training plan he had drafted for Ashura, one that integrated magic and martial techniques.

Ashura’s Dynamic Light Wave allowed magical elements to circulate through his meridians, a process remarkably similar to a warrior’s surge of blood and qi.

Thus, as long as he meditated to build his inner magic reserves, every rise in his warrior realm would drag his magic realm upward as well, for the stronger his meridians grew, the higher the level of magic they could bear.

Yuan Da had consulted many biographies of dual mage-warrior masters and found their skills generally dealt more damage than those of pure warriors or pure magicians, likely because of cumulative dual-element power.

Ashura’s newly learned Chasing Wind, Pursuing Thunder further confirmed that notion, and Yuan Da boldly predicted that the two paths would reinforce each other for a dual mage-warrior.

Ashura nodded repeatedly, finding Yuan Da’s ideas uncannily aligned with his own.

He decided this instructor was no loser as outsiders claimed but a man of great wisdom and talent.

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