Chapter 291: Sacks of Iron_Millennial Mage

Chapter 291: Sacks of Iron

 Tsst big appointment was with Master Cazor. She felt like his magical maniption of maic fields, and thereby iron, might have given him some insights that would be useful to her.

 When shed reached out, hed been amenable, and so theyd set up this meeting.

 Once this was done, as far as she knew, she just had to use her time reasonably, rx, and wait for Mistress Holly to tell her how long until she could Refine. If it was long enough, T would consider a trip to Marliweather to see her siblings, but it would have to be really long for that to be the case.

 She had several letters mostlyposed to them, and she hoped to have the inspiration to finish them off in the next day or so.

 But that was forter. It was time for her to meet up with the Mage Hunter.

 It will be interesting to see what he has to say about the maniption of iron.

 -Undoubtedly, yes. He is barely Fused, though.-

 T shrugged. His insights should still be interesting. Most dont work with iron at all, so even a less advanced view will be insightful.

 Master Cazor had asked to meet her at the arena they used to practice in. Thankfully, it was outside the hours they usually had met up to train, so the other Archons shouldnt be there.

 T still didnt really want to deal with them. As much as she had liked them in passing, it still felt awkward, dealing with people asking about her situation and her time away.

 The entrance hallway was quiet, and she greeted the receptionist with a smile.

 The young man seemed to recognize her, because he waved her through without asking any questions.

 When she pushed open the doors, Master Cazor was the only person waiting for her in therge arena.

 Good. She had been a bit afraid that the others would be here, too, and was happy to have that fear put to rest.

 -That would be unlike Master Cazor. Hes an honest fellow.-

 Thats true enough.

 Mistress T, wee.

 Master Cazor. Thank you for meeting with me.

 Something felt off about the sand in the arena, but she couldnt ce it.

 The Archon sat cross-legged, sealed sacks sitting in a ring around him. You might have noticed, or possibly not, but Ive already stripped the iron from the sand beneath our feet. He patted the sack closest to him. I thought it might be useful.

 T felt a pull to im the iron, as it somehow felt like it might be an option, unlike with things like the iron doors in the Constructionists Compound. Even so, she knew she had no right to it. Calm, T. Good thinking.

 She sat down facing him, leaving nearly twenty feet between them.

 Master Cazor smiled. Youve a lot of iron about you. Its doing interesting things to the maic fields of the area.

 Really? That was good to know, actually. Do you think that you can control it?

 He tilted his head to the side. I could try, but it feels like its out of reach? Thats not quite right, but its close. I think if you let me, I could affect it, but I dont think I could wrest it from your control. At least not the portion thats not aligned with the physical.

 She grunted. Good to know. He was already providing valuable insights.

 -We should still probably test to make sure.-

 True, but hes never given reason to doubt him.

 Now, theres a lot about iron that Id love to convey.

 T held up a hand, giving him a small smile. So, I obviously asked you here to help me learn about iron maniption. In that vein, I think it will help me approach what you have to say best if I understand why you think youre up to the task? After all, you dont actually manipte iron directly.

 He smiled in return. Aside from the fact that you asked me?

 Sheughed. She knew that hed have good information, but she really wanted to have context to his own mindset behind what he was going to be sharing with her. Yes, besides that.

 He shrugged. The fact that I manipte it indirectly is precisely why I am qualified.

 She frowned. She hadnt been expecting that answer. Honestly, she thought that hed tell her how long hed been doing this, or how his fundamental understanding rted to iron. Care to exin?

 Which would be easier: havingplete control over my body and then moving me as you wish, or indirectly getting me to do exactly as you wished?

 Which of the two would be harder? The second would be harder. T huffed. At least the way you described it.

 That is what I meant, yeah. So, which would require a greater understanding of me to aplish?

 She hesitated. I think I understand. Controlling something indirectly requires a more intimate understanding of the thing than if you have direct control.

 Precisely. And that is why I am qualified. He grinned. But you already knew that, at least in part. Thats why you asked me here.

 She shrugged. I suppose thats true.

 Alright. Lets get started.

 The next few hours were filled with highly technical discussions and were only interesting on the most superficial level. T had to admit that Master Cazor knew his stuff.

 In truth, she was surprised; though it wasnt because shed doubted that fact. It was more that the depth of his insight was a bit staggering.

 Shed read a few books on cksmithing and metallurgy, and Master Cazor touched on some of that. Blessedly, however, he mostly talked about other things like how iron flowed over itself, how it reacted in different environments, and so much more.

 Once theyd covered arge amount of information, Master Cazor twisted, stretching in ce. Thats enough of that for the time being. We should do some practical testing.

 What do you have in mind?

 Well, thats partially up to you. Do you want to exin a bit about your abilities with iron? If not, I can just do some generic exercises and tests between the two of us.

 She only hesitated for a moment. The long and short of it is that I can directly control iron that is mine.

 Are you alright if I ask questions?

 Sure. There was really no point in getting his help if she wouldnt let him help her.

 What makes iron yours?

 If it is offered to me by someone who has ownership of it? She was actually a bit uncertain, and that showed in her tone.

 So, just like owning an item? Or receiving a gift?

 It seems something like that. I havent really explored it extensively.

 He grunted. Thats fair. Youve been busy.

 Isnt that the truth

 So, if I offered you one of these sacks of iron it would be yours? He then patted the sack closest to him again. For rity, I havent yet.

 I think I could take it and manipte it.

 He shrugged. Lets see. You can havehe gave her a searching, almost mischievous lookthat sack of iron. He pointed to a sack behind him on the left.

 T felt nothing, and she frowned. I dont feel anything.

 Master Cazor grunted. Thats because that ones filled with oats. Good to know. There is some iron in it, just by the nature of the thing, but I specifically granted you a sack of iron. Thats not a sack of iron, so you didnt get ownership of what iron there is.

 Now that was interesting. That seems like an oddly specific test. She gave him a searching look. How did you already have it prepared?

 Its not as specialized as you might think, not really. My master did something simr when I began working with maic fields, though it was to test how strong my maic fields really were, and how precise.

 So, simr set up, different tests?

 He shrugged. Yeah. We use a simr setup to test potential Mage Hunters, too. Though we change the contents based on their magic-set.

 I suppose that makes sense.

 Now, we dont know if you werent granted ownership because I knew it wasnt what I said it was, or if your magic could tell it wasnt what I said, or something else. Wed need a lot more testing to figure that out, but I dont think that would be useful at the moment.

 I hadnt really thought of it in those terms.

 He grinned. Its really important for Mage Hunters, because sometimes one Mages abilities trump others when ites to control of an area or substance or the like. Mistress Jeans weapon is almost invible when ites tomanding the ambient power in an area, often even stealing power from those nearby, Mage and mundane alike.

 Ts eyebrows rose at that. Thats potent.

 Indeed. Sparring with her is always educational, but it is also almost always rather quick.

 Good to know. The times she and I sparred were over pretty fast. She hadnt noticed that supremacy, herself, but looking back, it made sense.

 Now, you can have that sack of iron. He pointed at one that was just in front of him and to his right.

 T immediately felt ownership of the iron, her aura blossoming from the sack of metal dust.

 She felt an overwhelming desire to draw it towards her, but she resisted. Its mine. Its not going anywhere.

 Even so, shed involuntarily pulled it enough that it toppled over to floomp on the sand.

 Master Cazor looked between the sack and T. It has an aura, Mistress T. His voice was baffled. The iron has an aura, your aura.

 Yeah, I think its technically a part of me, now?

 Thats what if someone in another city says that something belongs to you?

 I have no idea? I imagine I have to hear them, or know about it? She hesitated, then shook her head. No, theres a proximity requirement in the iming. I had a smith who had offered me any of his iron dust that I could collect. I knew of that, and I wanted to go, but it wasnt until he reconfirmed my ownership that I felt a connection like this.

 Still, well want to test it through an Archive connection. Have someone send you a sight of some iron and tell you explicitly that its yours. Then, we get to see what happens. He hesitated. We should start with the iron just barely out of sight. That way, if you are somehowpelled to go im it as fast as possible, we wont be putting you in an awkward position.

 T grunted at that.

 So, youve imed it. Its yours; its you. What can you do with it?

 She smiled, and the bag was suddenly filled with holes as spikes of iron thrust outward before quickly pulling backwards.

 Master Cazor jumped up to his feet in surprise, also moving back in the same motion before stopping his retreat and leaning forward to watch the process.

 T was already feeling a headache, and so she stopped the maniption, pulling in a ragged breath.

 That was impressive, but it looked like you had a hard time with it.

 It wasnt easy, no, but Ive been practicing. After a moment, she amended, Not with that type of maniption in particr, but in general. Its much simpler than it would have been even a week ago.

 The bag now leaked ck powder onto the surrounding sand.

 T exercised her strained will to pull it back and keep it together.

 Is that necessary? He seemed genuinely curious as he watched the iron return to the shape of a bag, without the need for the actual container.

 Yes and no. Im resisting absorbing it. Im able to do that in part because I dont believe its going to go anywhere. When it started draining onto the sand, that belief was shaken even though it is still obviously true.

 Master Cazor gave her another mischievous smile. Really?

 That was the only warning she had before the iron began to stream away from her, and something deep within her, something bound to her very soul, rebelled at the potential loss.

 Ts hand shot out in a grasping motion even as she internally snarled, NO! MINE!

 The iron shuddered, slowing and jerking to a stop as Master Cazor continued to attempt to draw it out in a steady stream.

 His eyes widened briefly before narrowing. Oh, so thats how it is.

 The pressure on the iron built, and to T, it felt like someone was wrapping ropes around an arm and trying to pull it off.

 That would not stand.

 Even as she watched power build around Master Cazor, T asserted her will and aura more fully. She pushed his workings further back from the iron, weakening their influence over the iron, even as he pushed more power into the maniption of the maic fields.

 He also tried to contest her aura control of the area, but even though it was closer to his body than to hers, it was closer to her iron, and the iron was her for this purpose.

 More than that, though, she was stronger.

 Slowly at first, and then with a violent spasm, the iron dust mmed back into shape where it had been.

 Master Cazor stepped forward and stretched out his power once again, this time toward the mass of her iron as a whole.

 Oh no you dont.

 With a rxing of her will, the iron seemed to shatter, exploding into a cloud in her direction before being sucked through the air, and passing into her.

 Once it upied the same physical space as she did, she pushed the iron into the dimensions of magic so that it wouldnt interfere with normal functions.

 He let his power fade. Fascinating. Your iron was, and is still maic, but it really functions as a part of you, within your aura. Heughed. And it seems to be a source of your aura, so its always within your aura.

 She took a deep breath, calming herself. Yeah, that cant actually be right, otherwise I could just send it off into the infinite distance, gaining sovereignty over any ce I got my iron to.

 You could try?

 She shrugged. Sure, worth a test.

 T let some of her iron form a glob in her hand and tossed it away from herself.

 It stopped with a little jerk at the edge of her auras current extension, barely three feet from her outstretched hand.

 Master Cazor grunted. Let me try to grab it.

 T fought the instinct to pull it back to herself. It felt like someone had just brandished a knife at her extended fingers.

 Even so, she let Master Cazor maically draw the iron outside of her aura.

 As it passed out of her area of control, T felt a tearing, and her ownership over the iron vanished.

 T gasped, falling to her knees.

 She felt vited.

 She felt like something central to her being had been stolen.

 T turned and retched, her scripts keeping her from vomiting.

 Even so, she heaved and heaved, her whole body feeling wrong.

 Master Cazor was beside her before she registered him moving. He had with him the iron shed lost, hovering in the shape of a ball beside him. Take it. Its yours.

 T felt a slight tugging from the iron, but grimaced, echoes of the nasty feelings shed just worked through making her not really want that iron in particr, at least not for the moment. So, she waved him away. Not now, but thank you.

 That seems like a pretty terrible weakness, Mistress.

 Yeah, no kidding. If someone manages to pull even a little iron from me, it hits me incredibly hard.

 He had an apologetic look on his face. You know what this means, dont you?

 She groaned but nodded. I need to practice enduring this feeling.

 He gave her a surprised look. I was going to say you should avoid using the iron in battle, at least away from your body.

 Sheughed. Theres no way that would hold up. Id be in some life or death situation, and Id take the risk, some iron would be lost, and Id get myself killed.

 He sighed, shaking his head. Though, he didnt seem surprised. Well, I suppose, but you arent going intobat soon, are you?

 No, but when I do, Id rather be trained to take the loss as opposed to trying to avoid it. She hesitated. But I should probably check with Mistress Holly, to make sure that didnt negatively affect me, physically.

 He grunted. That sounds wise, yeah. For now, though, theres one more thing I want to test. He pointed to another of the sacks. You can have the iron in that, if you can take it from me.

 T hesitated. She felt something. There was a trembling, a sense of the iron within the sack, but it wasnt hers. I dont have a way of contesting you for iron that isnt already mine.

 But she paused there.

 Actually. She pulled out more iron, and purposely extended her aura outward to cover the iron sack in question. Just her aura covering it didnt seem to count for ownership, nor apparently for taking it from Master Cazor.

 She tossed her iron to hit the side of the sack. There, it stuck because she wished it to. From that anchor, she extended her aura, pushing at the iron that wasnt yet hers.

 Irritatingly, but not unexpectedly, her aura had trouble prating the metal.

 She felt like she should be able to do more, but she couldnt, not at the moment.

 Master Cazor flexed his magic and the sack jerked away, out of her aura.

 Her little splotch of iron fell to the sand, and she drew it back.

 Well, that seems like another thing to work on, eh?

 It does indeed.

 Shall we go see Mistress Holly, then get in some more practice?

 T nodded, pulling out her cool water incorporator and taking a long drink. That sounds like an excellent n.

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Chapter 291: Sacks of Iron