As Hadjar stood there, he realized that he could feel the caress of the east wind across his face. He also understood that he was standing on the ground, which gave him strength. This power flowed from his feet to his hips, from his hips to his body, and then from his body to his hands. Even while performing Techniques related to the wind, Hadjar still relied on the power of the earth.
The ground merged with the sword that had been forged in a furnace where the fire had been so hot that no flames could actually be seen. His hands held that sword, filled with his blood.
He realized that everything was interconnected. Even the ‘Falcon’, frozen before him in the air—as well as everything around him—was also a part of the mystery that he’d glimpsed for a moment—a mystery that was much deeper
