I quietly watched [Trim], who had been knocked down by a single blow from the smoke giant.
"What is this?"
Ah, my voice has finally returned to normal. A moment ago, the overflowing mana automatically turned it into a cavernous voice.
Anyway, something felt strange.
I'd merely used the name of a signature technique belonging to a smoke-powered user I'd seen in my previous life, but somehow it felt subtly weak?
Its power was more than sufficient—if anything, it was overflowing.
After all, a single attack had been enough to knock down the giant's body from far away.
"Why does it look weak...?"
But how should I put it? Maybe it was because I'd shouted "White Blow" and then used the technique, but it looked absurdly weak.
Just as I was tilting my head, puzzled by the discrepancy between its apparent power and the power I felt...
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