“If I want to help her, I have to recover first. But I'm not going to spend all my time sitting around doing nothing.” Ezer gets up taking a thin but heavy stick.

With his arm still bandaged, he practices the movements that were engraved in his mind. These that at first were soft, begin to acquire power and speed when some leaves around him rise from the ground beginning to follow his movements carried by the wind.

Ezer gets lost in his training enjoying the sensation of harmony that those movements produced in his body. The wind caressed his face and carried the beads of sweat on it. Over time, more and more leaf begins to rise and join the perfectly coordinated frenzy of his movements.

This reaches the point where the mattress of multicolored leaves rises from the ground reaching up to his ankles, wanting to join the others. Although at the moment in which it seems they have achieved it, Ezer interrupts his training due to fatigue.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... Now... I manage to recreate that feeling whenever I want. But I have to control it and that's... difficult.” With his injured arm and unable to practice with the bow, Ezer focuses solely on recreating the techniques he learned in the fortress of the mountains.

The rest weeks served to recover Ezer's exhausted body which, added to the constant growth, allowed him to maintain his training for long periods of time.

Sitting with his back against a tree, Ezer enjoys the somewhat cold but pleasant weather. It was clear that these were the last days of warmth before the great cold accompanied by snow.

Ezer takes a leaf in his palm and concentrates on it, trying to pick it up with the wind and let it drift a few centimeters in the air. No matter how hard he tries, the leaf just spins erratically, and if tries to apply more force it would shatter.

“Ahh.... I can control it slightly if I practice those movements. But when it comes to doing it myself, I completely fail.” Ezer sighs in frustration.

He starts fiddling with small rocks as he thinks deeply about how to improve his skill.

“I have no problem impulse arrows like I did in the past. This is not the limit, I know there must be more possibilities once I get control of it and not just use brute force...” The rocks fall from his hand leaving only one and he concentrates on it.

“If I can do nothing but use brute force, then I will master brute force.” He decides that will first perfect what can do and then broaden his horizons.

Without realizing it, the rock ends up at the base of his outstretched thumb being the same as his index finger. Seeing this, he unconsciously channels some energy and it pushes the rock along the line of his index finger until it falls off the tip.

Ezer doesn't understand what he just did and only after a few seconds processes what happened. He picks up the same rock again, stands up and repeats the same position of his fingers.

This time he concentrates all his energies on propelling the rock and it moves along his finger, as if it were a rail, increasing in speed until it shoots out and slightly embeds itself in the crust of the tree in front of him.

“This! that is...! very weak… I have to keep trying…” Removes the rock from the crust that hadn't even penetrated a centimeter.

Continuous practice led to the projectile being able to penetrate a maximum of one centimeter into the crust. But it was surprising for the fact that this was wood, clearly much harder than the skin of an animal or... a person.

Ezer also tries using his full arm to guide the projectile, but the greater distance requires more control and causes him to miss, he also fails to do so using his elbow forward. So he finally decides to simply use the distance of his index finger as a rail to propel the projectile.

"It's not a deadly weapon, especially if the target has thick skin or wears some kind of armor...it's better than nothing anyway." Keeps practicing trying to get better at it until the light allows it.

Exhausted, Ezer makes his way back to the cave. At the entrance he finds that someone has already turned on the lamps and some candles illuminating the dark entrance.

“Lyaria, you're back. Did you get it this time?” From her expression and behavior he knows that it is not like that, anyway, he asks as a cordiality.

Ezer expects the same answer he got all this time, but contrary to his expectation, it comes as an order and could tell the frustration in her voice.

"Let's take a bath together!" Her eyes indicated no joke.

“..........” And of course, Ezer is caught off guard. “I understand that you're frustrated, but that doesn't mean you take it out on me by making bad jokes.” Ezer walks through the cave with a calm face, though his heart instinctively begins to beat faster.

“It wasn't, hot water gushes out of the rocks a few hours' walk away. Although it is not long before nightfall, the path is relatively safe. In addition to the fact that these waters are perfect for healing wounds, that is what my grandfather says and I have been able to verify it for myself.” She starts putting things into her leather bag.

"Then why didn't you suggest it earlier?” He's tempted by the idea of faster healing and… other things.

“Because that place is very popular with the townspeople, especially since it is small and there is not enough space for everyone.

"And today is different?" He also starts to prepare some things like his change of clothes.

“They are celebrating the end of summer and the beginning of fall. Everyone will be together and celebrating.”

“That's good then.” He admits to himself that it would be interesting to explore a little more than a few meters outside the cave. He didn't complain openly, but he missed the freedom a little.

To Ezer's surprise, they head towards the mountains, though they never go into them. Instead, they follow the skirt and climb up a little, until they can see a curtain of steam rising through the sky surrounded by huge rocks that once fell from the mountains.

“It’s truth, space is very limited.” Lyaria had told him, but it seems too small to him anyway.

If it weren't for the huge rock in the center, there would be a lot more space. However, it was there and it only left room for a few people to enter, much less move freely.