Water can take on various forms, but its essence is quite simple.
Kadi didn't perform any miracles, he felt the water flow, followed its rhythm, following water's every breath.
As the water rose, so did he; as it rushed down, he followed its plunge. When water leapt and became a spray, he too leaped, exuding flames...
At this moment, he was just like water: appearing soft, yet intangible.
Still, the blue flames on his body constantly leapt up like water sprays. In the air, these blues were flames; in water, they were bright lights. Yet, no matter where, what radiated from Kadi was a kind of magical power.
In Milo's eyes, Kadi was now a miraculous existence. He saw Kadi riding the waves, standing at their peak, moving with their motion! To him, Kadi was not in the water, but above it!
This must be what they mean by the legendary act of riding the wind and waves.
