". . . ."

It was hard. Having to use such novice magical auras for this long. Trying to bounce between fire and wind as he found no way to really put them together beside his amateur level. And that had gotten him this far, with some close fights against some strong characters.

But there was always in the back of his mind... He could take it one step further. And reflecting on where he was, he had made progress. From asking about what Wind and fire -was-, to finally being able to produce what was almost what Ifrit claw was.

But it still wasn't good enough. Having gotten this far, just like Laemor said. Because it was 'easy' to just force mana out of yourself. It was Easy to try the brute force road. But when it came to reaching that next level. There was the bridge he had ot make with not only his magic, but his mind and body.

A smile as he'd reflect on all those that told him to stop being hard headed, and take the time to meditate and focus on your mind, become one.

So for once. After training that much. Saying so much, going against so much.

He'd put aside the training. And meditate.
Picking and choosing from so many quotes and comments from the many people whom had told him tips of how to meditate. From John, to Velhiem, from even a the young Quadran. They all had tried to help him realize the study of practice, relaxing the mind, guiding it. Having ignored them all for so long, and forced to no longer have that mindset.

Taking off the stupid Yellow suit, the clunky red boots, and ridiculous cape. Started to reflect that of a monk. As he'd be all alone on the stone with legs crossed, and eyes closed.

This was Jin for what he was, what he saw himself as. Here? He wasn't that energetic over the top positive face. No, here was him naked. Away from public eye and all the comments.

This was Jin, for what he really was. A man with nothing, and aiming for everything.

The intermix of fire and wind dancing around his frame in a aura, encapsulating him inside dancing to the beat of his connection to his inner self.

He was ready.

". . ."

Still no words said as he stayed in his crossed leg position. The flames and wind picking up in potency with the roar of the 2 opposites.

Finally standing he'd continue to close his eyes. The words of The Fire demon, Omni coming to mind as he'd say it out loud in a whisper.

"Ferocity..." The fire portion of his Aura engulfing his wind. Which had been common in his early years of training for Ifrit claw, but not this time.

"Body and mind..." Whispered again as this time the wind wouldn't be vanquished by the overbearing might of his Fire prowess. Instead, engaging in it, mixing with it.

"Visualize..." Finally Laemor's words coming to the conclusion of this mixture. the large flame that was his mana showing Fire and wind would die out into meer embers and dust.

And amongst that Dust was a man glowing in strength. With 2 Mana induced Crimson Red Gauntlets fitted and altered by wind on both arms.

Finally opening his eyes. With nothing but a smile.

He had done it.

Ifrit's Claw.
(Jin)