The recruits of Class 3 had been told to find a space, sit down with their weapons in their laps, and attune themselves to them. Whatever that meant.

They were enclosed on the Dead Fields on all four sides by the cloud walls that the instructor of Class 5 had erected. If it weren’t for the fact that the top had been left uncovered so the recruits could see the clear open expanse of the sky, Wren would have felt claustrophobic. It wasn’t that he was just in an enclosed space, Wren had no problem being inside or in tight spaces for that matter, it was simply the fact that the enclosed space had been created by a powerful elemental who could presumably move the walls at will and crush them if he so wished. Albeit a very soft and fluffy crushing, but a crushing nonetheless.

It was perhaps this line of thinking that was causing Wren to struggle with concentration.

Ash had walked them through the process of attuning themselves with their weapons. It seemed quite simple. They simply had to access their Elemental Particles as they had with meditation and then channel them through the weapon. Wren had heard before that to be proficient in a weapon you needed to treat it as an extension of yourself, to see it as a part of your body, but for the process of attuning it was even more so. According to Ash, the elemental had to constantly let the energy flow into and out of the weapon, as if it was circulating around their bodies, only then would they be perfectly attuned with it and reap the benefits of the buffs it would give.

Wren had no problem with the first part of the attuning process, through the meditation he’d been taught he was able to sense the Elemental Particles within himself and guide them through his body. He called on the familiar feeling of the breeze on his skin, the sound of it blowing through the air. It elicited the familiar rush he’d felt during his elemental abilities class. He felt strong and powerful, the energy flowing through his body giving him life.

But he’d run into a slight problem.

Actually, a huge problem.

As soon as he tried to guide his energy into the spear it stopped. As if halted to a complete standstill at a traffic spot, the energy wouldn’t budge. He tried everything, softly guiding, outright pushing, he even changed the grip he had on the spear in case that was what was wrong. But nothing worked. It was as if there was a solid wall between his hands and the spear, stopping anything from getting through.

He’d put it down to concentration. He’d been able to do everything that the instructors had given him before. He had no problem meditating and accessing his abilities, he’d picked up on the martial arts that he’d been taught relatively quickly, he’d even paid relatively good attention in his monster studies class. Maybe he just wasn’t concentrating enough.

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He knuckled down, blocking out the other recruits, the strange cloud walls around him, even Ash as she walked through looking at the recruits. He gathered up a particularly strong wave of energy in his core, bigger than anything he’d used previously trying to get through to the weapon, and guided it through his body. He felt the strain as it moved through him, he really shouldn’t have been using that much energy for such a simple task as attuning, but he’d come to the end of his tether. Just as the energy reached his palm, he felt it smash against the wall, trying to break through into the spear.

But it was no use.

The spear came flying out of his hands as an unexpected wind slice shot out of his palm and into the air. The spear rose up and up, spinning around in the air like the blade of a helicopter before falling down to rest still a couple metres away from Wren.

Unfortunately, in doing this he’d gained the attention of the entire class. A pointy object unexpectedly spinning around and flying through the air, tended to do that. He was glad that Ash made them find a large enough space to do the attuning because if he was any closer to any of his classmates, it could have ended quite badly. He had visions of someone being impaled from the head down as the spear fell to the ground.

They were all giving him death stares, either from the fact he could have killed someone, or from him disturbing their concentration. Wren knew which one he’d be more pissed about, but you never knew about Legacies.

Instructor Ash came trundling over pretty much as soon as the spear hit the ground. She had a concerned look on her face.

“What happened?” She asked him.

Wren gave her a sheepish look and mouthed a quick sorry at the rest of the group.

“I was tying to channel my EP into the spear as you told me to, but it wasn’t budging, so I just tried to use a bit more force. Clearly that didn’t work.” He said, gesturing to the spear lying a few metres away.

“Clearly.” Ash agreed looking pensive.

“Any tips or advice?” He asked.

“It seems you’re not compatible with the spear.” She told him.

Wren desperately tried to bite his tongue, holding back a ‘no shit sherlock’, he knew it wouldn’t be very helpful.

“Can I pick another weapon?” He asked, hopeful. He wanted to be rid of the spear as soon as possible, even looking at it a few metres away was annoying him.

“Not in this lesson. Everyone else is pretty much done with their attuning and it would waste time. Don’t worry though, you can still use the spear and learn a few moves, it just means you won’t have access to the buffs it would give you.” She said reassuringly. “Armaments are powerful enough on their own anyway, there are some elementals who never attune with a weapon and are still able to take down monsters easy, who knows, that could be you.”

She gave him a tight smile, spun on her heels and went back to observing the rest of the class.

“Yeah, thanks, real helpful.” Wren mumbled to himself as she walked away.