Avatar: Mage of All Elements

I've been treated by everyone who knows how to heal. My organs were healed and put back in place, my muscles and bones were repaired and healed as well. The thing is that when I fell, I fell on the base of my back, which caused the spine to fly apart and its fragments tore a lot of muscles and nerves.

Because of the damaged nerves, I couldn't feel anything below my waist. But the biggest problem was that I had lost almost all of my magic. In this world, it turned out that magic was closely intertwined with the body, and damage to one affected the other. So I'd lost everything except the ability to heal. But that didn't make me feel any better. I had already learned the Northern Water Style and was beating Pakka in sparring.

Almost immediately I became apathetic and thought I was useless. Optimism did not inspire and the fact that after almost a month of treatment I was openly scored and left. Yes, I was taken care of and fed, but I saw that I was written off.

All in all, it was a shitty situation and there was nothing I could do about it. That's what I thought for the second month after the fall. And then, at some point, I looked at myself from the outside. How I felt sorry for myself and how I was slowly fading away, how indifferent I was to everything, how I didn't want to live anymore. And I became so angry that words can't describe it.

It was no longer anger, no, it was primal fury. And my face still didn't express anything but indifference. Five years of studying water magic and becoming a master, five years of studying earth magic and becoming a master again, then inventing metal magic and restoring Kyoshi's fighting style as a full-fledged MA. Everyone says it's impossible, but I did it all on my own, through hard work and sometimes bloody sweat. And now, is it over? No.

I have healing magic and two known cures. And I can still move my upper half. Then it's over. I will channel all my anger into healing, and as long as it burns within me, I will not give up.

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I decided to start by combining the two techniques. By channeling the energy through the channels, I focused on the treatment area and channeled the energy into the body. I didn't succeed the first time, but there was no hurry, so I did it slowly, for a whole month. As a result, the energy in the channels kept the body toned and transferred all the excess energy from it to the place of damage, and the energy in the body accelerated the natural regeneration.

As a result, the regeneration was accelerated by an order of magnitude, but the body didn't suffer from it if there was enough food. When you become skilled, you can control the energy directly in battle, but it's still an unattainable level for me.

This method of treatment was very useful for me, because I was cured quickly, but not very well. Yes, it was necessary at that time, and I don't blame anyone, just the result of it. I had to take everything apart and put it back together again. The pain was hell, but I quickly learned to block it out, and then the work got better. Pretty soon the vertebrae were the way they were supposed to be. I didn't know how to restore nerves or even grow new ones. And that's just what I needed.

Even the new treatment did not help. In addition, the nerves did not restore the body as a whole, and it was not possible to move from one organ to another. Nor was it possible to connect the edges of the nerves. There was only one option for me. A transplant. And it was necessary to choose the right nerves and connect them Korrectly.

So one nerve was responsible for the element of water, the other for earth, the third for fire, the fourth for the legs, and so on. And for everything to work well, everything has to be restored RIGHT. And if their arrangement is almost the same in all people, the thickness is usually different.

Since I had the idea, the only thing left to do was to implement it. I started with fish. Ordinary living fish. Find similar nerves, cut them out and replace them. The main problem was grafting. They wouldn't connect, that's all. It took me about five months just to solve that problem, but I found a way out. The thing is, I found out that each element of the body has its own energy vibration, and if that vibration does not match, the transplantation of any organ is unsuccessful.

It's the same with nerves. Once I realized this and found a way to feel this vibration, things moved forward and I was finally able to transplant someone else's nerve. As an added bonus, I realized that at the expense of other people's nerves, I could regenerate my own. However, I needed building material, which the body produces in small quantities. Again, you need a donor.

But I was afraid to experiment only on myself, because the fish is not an indicator, and for a more accurate result you need test subjects.

Except that I'm a cripple and I can't get them anywhere. I had to ask everyone I could to give me some kind of suicide bomber for experiments. At first everyone thought I was crazy and wouldn't give me one. But I managed to convince them that I was quite sane, and even though I was under supervision, I got a test body.

I strongly doubted that I would get another chance, so I had to act at my own risk. And even though I was supervised, I was scared. I knew that nobody but me could get me back on my feet, and I only had one chance, so I had to act.

Finding the right place wasn't the problem. The problem was that the nerves didn't all fit, especially the elemental nerves. But at least it was something, so I didn't hesitate and started transplanting.

As I expected, the human organism resisted much more strongly and it was impossible to cut out the necessary nerves. A solution was quickly found. It was enough to put the brain into the deepest coma, it almost completely removed the resistance and I calmly cut out the necessary nerves and a little more for regeneration. I grafted them to the ones in my legs first, then worked on connecting them to the main spine.

To say that I felt nothing would be a gross exaggeration. I had numbed every possible nerve in my spine as much as I could, but the pain was still terrible. But I had no choice but to endure it. It made the transplantation take longer, but after only half an hour I lay exhausted but satisfied with the feeling my toes.

It was indescribably good. It's true what they say, it's only when we lose something precious that we begin to appreciate it. But it took time for the nerves to adjust, and the atrophied legs were not eliminated, so I will not be walking for the next month, but it was a breakthrough.