Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

The training yard was silent.

Smoke curled from the three obliterated dummies, the embers hissing softly in the cold morning air.

The hybrid spell still echoed in Leon's hands—flame laced with cutting wind, a storm given form.

Saria stepped toward the center, her boots crunching over charred straw. Her brow was furrowed—not angry, but studying.

"What was that?" she asked, low and measured.

Leon blinked, still catching his breath. "You told me to combine them."

"I said use both," she replied sharply.

"Flame, then wind. Sequential tactics. Not..." —her eyes swept the scorched path— "...whatever the hell that was."

Terya let out a slow whistle, stepping away from the tree. "You told him to light the fire and fan the flames, and he built a fucking flaming buzzsaw."

Saria ignored her, her gaze fixed on Leon. "You didn't just switch elements. You merged them. One incantation. One output. That's not basic fusion—that's integration. Real elemental integration."

Leon flexed his fingers.