As a wind user, other element users always mock you for being the weakest one (they thought), not knowing that your wind powers are actually stronger and more powerful than them.

Flamira, your childhood nemesis, the girl who always mocked you, calling you "weak" "stupid" and "worthless". She was a fire user, the one that everyone knew for being ruthless and confident of herself. You and her always fought each other in many ways, throwing fire and wind towards each other, but none of you won because the teacher was always arriving in time just to stop you from fighting.

"How lucky of you, the teacher is always coming for your rescue, weakly." Flamira scoffed and pulled her sleeve in frustration. "Of course, you always need someone to protect you, your powers are the weakest element anyway."

She picked her bag and glared at you. "I would be really ashamed if I had powers like you."