"Curse you and your wind sword!" The large wind horn ogre that Gil had been fighting against had flung him away yet again.
This had been a common sight for the wind horn ogres when Gil had arrived. He had insisted on sparring with them so that he could test his strength or at least that was what they believed. He had told them about his situation, but it wasn't something they could focus on since they had to ensure that they had harvested enough food for the day.
Naturally, Gil wondered why they were so focused on food, but he had somewhat already understood at the time. The ogres were a very hearty eating race. They needed a lot of food and the food they ate here had wind affinity mana within. So, it helped them grow and function in general.
Regardless, Gil was right now, getting up again to try his hand at a fight. But the wind sword skill that used dense wind to make a sword was also able to fling him back using gusts of wind or controlled slashes from a distance.
