Chapter 174: fire training

Got it 👍 — Chloro, not Klo. I’ll correct the passage while keeping the improved flow.

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The yard was quiet.

Jelo had been waiting there for a while, the evening air warm against his skin. Just when he was starting to wonder if Chloro had changed his mind, a figure finally walked into the training yard.

Chloro.

He stopped a few steps away from Jelo and studied him silently, his sharp eyes observing every detail.

Then he spoke.

“First, we start with the basics.”

Jelo straightened slightly, listening carefully.

“Your control training,” Chloro continued. “If you want to master fire, the first thing you must learn is temperature control.”

He lifted his hand slightly, and a small flame flickered above his palm.

“You must learn to control your heat precisely. Not just creating fire, but deciding how hot it becomes and how much power you put into it.”

The flame above his hand shrank, becoming thinner and sharper.

“When you master this, you will be able to raise the temperature of the environment around you. Your enemies will feel the heat before they even see the fire.”

The flame dimmed until it almost disappeared.

“You can melt the weapons of your enemies before they even reach you,” Chloro continued calmly. “And if you lower the heat just enough…”

The flame vanished.

Jelo frowned.

Then suddenly a burn mark appeared on the wooden pillar beside him.

“…you can create invisible flames,” Chloro finished.

Jelo’s eyes widened slightly.

“It still burns,” Chloro said. “Which makes it a perfect weapon.”

He lowered his hand.

“Secondly, you must learn fire compression.”

Chloro raised one finger.

A small spark appeared, slowly shaping itself into a tiny bullet made of flame.

Jelo stared at it in amazement.

“This,” Chloro said, “is condensed fire.”

He flicked his hand forward.

The fire bullet shot forward like lightning.

BOOM.

It pierced straight through the stone turret across the yard, leaving a smoking hole behind it.

Jelo blinked.

“With compression,” Chloro continued, “you can create flames that burn ten times hotter than normal fire.”

The flame around his finger stretched slightly.

“You will also learn to form condensed fire blades—weapons made entirely from your flames.”

The fire vanished again.

“Third,” he said, “you will learn body enhancement.”

Jelo tilted his head slightly.

“Fire is not only for attacking,” Chloro explained. “It can flow through your muscles.”

He crouched slightly.

“Increasing your speed.”

In the next instant—

WHOOSH.

Chloro vanished, leaving a trail of heat where he had been standing.

He reappeared behind Jelo.

“You can strike with burning punches… or move like a rocket by blasting flames from your feet.”

Jelo turned quickly, impressed.

“Finally,” Chloro said, folding his arms, “you will learn heat sensing.”

He closed his eyes.

“When you master this, you will be able to sense heat signatures.”

He tapped his temple.

“You will detect enemies behind walls. Track people by their body heat.”

He opened his eyes again.

“And even fight in complete darkness.”

Jelo felt a spark of excitement rising inside him.

Chloro looked at him seriously.

“But we will not learn everything today.”

He stepped forward.

“For now, we focus on the first step.”

A small flame appeared between them again.

“Heat control training.”

The flame floated toward Jelo.

“Show me,” Chloro said calmly.

“Your fire.”

Chloro’s flame floated slowly toward Jelo.

“Show me,” Chloro said calmly. “Your fire.”

Jelo nodded. He stretched out his hand and focused. He could feel the familiar warmth building inside his chest, like a small furnace waking up. Slowly, a flame appeared above his palm.

At first it was small.

Then it started growing.

Chloro immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Stop,” he said firmly. “You’re not controlling it. You’re feeding it.”

Jelo tried to calm the flame, but the heat inside him was already rising too fast. The fire suddenly burst larger, spreading across his hand.

“I—I’m trying!” Jelo said, struggling.

The flame suddenly flared up.

WHOOSH!

A wave of fire blasted outward, scorching the ground in front of him.

Jelo quickly pulled his hand back, shocked. The flames disappeared, leaving smoke rising from the blackened dirt.

For a moment, the yard went silent.

Chloro sighed.

“This is exactly your problem.”

Jelo looked down, slightly embarrassed. “I can create fire easily… but controlling it is hard.”

Chloro walked forward and stopped beside him.

“That’s because you’re using emotion instead of control,” he said. “Fire responds to emotion very easily. Anger. Excitement. Fear.”

He raised his hand again, creating another small flame. This one was calm and steady, barely moving.

“But a real fire user controls the flame,” Chloro continued. “Not the other way around.”

He suddenly tightened his fingers.

The flame shrank into something no bigger than a coin.

“You see this?” he asked.

Jelo nodded.

“This flame is still extremely hot,” Chloro said. “Hot enough to melt steel. But I control how much heat escapes.”

He released the flame and let it disappear.

“Your training begins now.”

Chloro pointed toward a row of large metal pillars standing at the far end of the yard.

“I want you to create a flame,” he said, “and keep it the size of a marble.”

Jelo blinked. “Just that?”

“For ten minutes.”

Jelo’s expression immediately changed.

“If the flame grows bigger,” Chloro continued, “you start again.”

“If it goes out…”

He looked at him seriously.

“You start again.”

Jelo let out a slow breath.

“Alright.”

He raised his hand again, concentrating. A small flame appeared in his palm.

It started small.

Then it wobbled.

Then it suddenly grew larger.

“Too much heat,” Chloro said immediately.

Jelo clenched his teeth and tried to calm it down. The flame shrank again.

Then it flickered violently.

Then—

PFFFT.

It disappeared.

Jelo groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Chloro folded his arms.

“Again.”

Jelo sighed and raised his hand.

Another flame appeared.

Thirty seconds later—

WHOOSH!

It suddenly expanded again, nearly burning his sleeve.

Chloro didn’t even react.

“Again.”

Jelo tried again.

And again.

And again.

Minutes passed.

The ground around him was covered with small burn marks from his failed attempts.

Sweat rolled down Jelo’s forehead as he concentrated harder than he ever had before.

Finally—

A small flame appeared in his palm.

This time, it stayed calm.

The flame was no bigger than a marble.

It flickered gently but didn’t grow.

Chloro watched silently.

One minute passed.

Then two.

Jelo’s arm trembled slightly from the effort.

But the flame stayed the same size.

Chloro’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“…Good,” he said quietly.

Jelo looked up, surprised.

“Don’t celebrate yet,” Chloro continued. “This is only the first step.”

He turned and began walking away.

“Once you master this… we move to compression.”

Jelo looked at the small flame in his hand.

For the first time…

He was actually controlling it.

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