#sora has to know about technology otherwise her powers would be useless when needed and too chaotic without at least the knowledge of basics

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Morrotober,day 1

Summary:Young Morro tries to understand what his power is.

(Morro here isn't referred to by name because I hc it to take place before he got a name he liked)

He has powers. That's what sensei said when he saw the boy flying the kite. His teacher had explained it then. Apparently the boy had elemental powers. He likely inherited them from his parents whom he neither remembered nor wanted. He had a home now. He had sensei Wu. He didn't need anything else.

"I believe it is air you control,young one." had sensei said when the boy asked, but that sounded wrong. He didn't control. The power he wielded wasn't a puppet for him to pull the strings at. It felt like...he wasn't sure. He couldn't name it. It was a language of whispers and movements to direct the flow, it was a conversation only he and the breeze could understand. How was he supposed to explain that?

What he spoke with couldn't be air. It wasn't his until he willed it to move, because otherwise air was still. Air didn't move and he didn't speak with the air. He spoke with the breeze that always accomponied him, that played with his hair and caressed his face, the breeze that was never still.

He didn't say anything of it until he read the book his sensei gave him. Of hurricanes, storms, flow of air. Of the atmosphere and space void of the air he didn't control.

"To better understand your element, you must understand how it's the part of the world. How it affects others. Your's, air, is everywhere and so, you bear great power that you must wield responsibly."

Together they read it, sensei Wu explaining all the small boy couldn't understand.It was in one of those times that he finally found an answer.

"Wind is the movement of the air that happens due to-"

"Sensei?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not a master of air. I think I'm the master of...wind."