Chapter 18: Chapter 18: The Wind Blade
Kyle stared blankly at the table. What exactly just happened?
Regaining his composure, Kyle scrambled to pick up the table. At the same time, he lowered his voice and asked Professor Flitwick, "Professor… did I successfully cast the Severing Charm?"
Successful?
It was more than successful. That charm was on par with Snape's Sectumsempra!
Professor Flitwick wiped a bead of imaginary sweat from his forehead. "I think you might have accidentally channeled a bit too much magic. Don't be discouraged; let's try again. Reparo!"
The table Kyle was holding up pieced itself back together under the effects of the mending charm, showing no trace of having been split in two.
Kyle couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of magic.
After summoning another stick, with Professor Flitwick's encouragement, Kyle began his second attempt at the spell.
First, Kyle reflected on the mistakes he'd made during the first attempt.
When he cast the spell earlier, after transmitting his intent to the wand, he felt his magic spring into action on its own—much like the experience he'd had in Ollivander's shop earlier that day.
Judging by Ollivander's reaction, his magical reserves seemed far larger than most?
In other words, where others had "chakra," he had "chakra pounds" or "chakra tons."
So, the power of his spells was naturally multiplied compared to others?
If that was the case, he needed to learn to control his magic output, or else he'd end up unleashing more than he intended.
Otherwise, a single Severing Charm like the one he'd just cast could easily turn into a school-wide disaster.
With this realization, Kyle tried the Severing Charm once again.
After three or four attempts, he finally managed to control the power of his Severing Charm to a level comparable to that of a typical wizard.
Professor Flitwick nodded in approval from beside him.
Having never learned any casting gestures or incantation techniques, yet mastering the Severing Charm within a single class…
This was truly terrifying talent.
Once he'd mastered the Severing Charm, Kyle began to ponder Professor Flitwick's earlier words.
If the essence of magic was "wishful thinking," then couldn't he redefine the form of the Severing Charm by altering the intent he transmitted to his wand?
An idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.
Kyle switched from holding his wand with one hand to gripping it with both. As he channeled magic and transmitted his intent, an invisible blade of magic extended from the tip of his wand.
Death is like the wind—always by my side.
The road is long—only the sword accompanies me.
Tossing the stick into the air, Kyle closed his eyes, carefully sensing the direction of the wind as the stick fell.
In this moment, Kyle felt as if the spirit of Yasuo—The Unforgiven had possessed him.
In this moment, he was the Happy Wind Man of Hogwarts!
As the stick fell into range—he moved!
Face the wind!
Draw! Slash! Sheathe!
"Hasagi!"
The stick, midair, was instantly split into two by the blinding flash of the slash, falling lifelessly onto the table.
Thud…
Professor Flitwick glanced at the cleanly severed stick, then at the invisible blade extending from Kyle's wand. His jaw nearly hit the floor.
Is this… the Severing Charm???
IS THIS THE SEVERING CHARM?!
Even Snape's Sectumsempra isn't this outrageous!!!