Chapter 656: Splitting Brawl

Chapter 656: Splitting Brawl

Drawing out mana turned out easier than expected. The initial problem was extracting the magic from the object itself. Everyone had seen how easy it was to touch a thread. However, the walls of the cube prevented the children from reaching it. Trying to crush it only resulted in an instant release and dispersal of magic, often with an amusing visual display. That wasnt the goal of the task, though, and all they got was a replacement and a few words of encouragement.

After about a minute of meddling, Dallion did the next logical thing: focus some of his own magic into his fingers and use it to reach into the cube.

The result was immediate. A thin thread of energy emerged from the side of the cube. Overenthusiastic by the result, Dallion pulled the thread only to have it snap. After some comical mistakes, Dallion discovered that it was all a matter of consistency. As long as the thread was pulled at a constant speed, it withheld the pressure. Attempting to increase the speed gradually was only efficient up to a certain point, after which it would snap and coil back into the cube. The trick was to pull it fast and steady enough to get the whole thing out.

Wow, he got it out! someone whispered after Dallion managed to deprive the cube of its magic. Left alone, the object had transformed into a common piece of white crystal, very much like the material found in the Glass Mounts.

Howd you do it? the girl behind Dallion asked.

Dallion began to answer, but the moment he did, the fury negated the air vibrations, bringing silence to the room, yet again.

No assisting, he said in a harsh tone. All of you need to do it by yourselves. Since the Purple Moon granted you his trait, he believes that youre smart enough to use it.

The explanation was nonsense, of course, but given that the target audience were children, it did the trick. Everyone focused on their cubes with increased vigor. Dallion, on the other hand, focused on the second part of the task, which, unlike the first, was a lot more fiddly.

Once entirely pulled out, the thread had turned into a ball of magic. It was squishy enough to hold, and quite stretchable, yet pushing it into its container was the same as pushing toothpaste back into its tube. Dallion tried squishing it in through the side, through the edge, even through the tips, but it always resisted.

What was supposed to be a quick task ended up lasting several hours. By noon, half the class had managed to pull the magic out, but none were able to return it.

Chimes sounded throughout the auditorium.

Thats it for today, Palag said, ending the imposed silence. Since none of you managed to complete this fundamental step of magic, tomorrow well continue.

What do we do with the magic we have? a boy asked.

Leave it. Itll vanish by the end of the day. Now, go have lunch. For those who failed pulling out the magic, I suggest you visit the novice library. That is all.

Noise erupted as everyone rushed to get out of the room as quickly as possible. Dallion, of course, remained. He wasnt in a hurry to go anywhere.

Dallion. The instructor approached him. You stay.

Yes, sir. Dallion did his best not to sound annoyed. Being bossed around by someone his age wasnt particularly new. Having to deal with giants twice his height, still needed getting used to.

The two patiently waited for the last of the other children to leave, after which Palag used his magic currents to close the door.

Youre the hunter, right?

Yes, I am sir.

A smile appeared on the furys face.

You can drop that when theres no one around. Im just an apprentice.

There was a time when Dallion could have thought this was the fury being nice. Life had jaded him to the point he could almost see the request on the furys lips.

It takes months for a person to move to rank two. That thing about the week is part of the training experience. Unlike you, the rest of the kids need to learn how to be an awakened while also grasping the principles of magic.

Quite right. Children need to memorize as many of those as possible to get to the next stage.

Why isnt there a formula?

Using his scholarly skills, Dallion concentrated on the problem. Initially, the task seemed impossible. There were countless cases of magic of various speed within one material. Even with the vast sample size, there was nothing linking them together. Yet, after a few hours of pondering, a principle began to emerge. It was a very specific pattern, only valid for certain elements, but it was enough. As it turned out, similar to sound, materials only allowed magic of a certain frequency. The common mistake that people madesomething that only a person would noticewas the vast majority of examples given contained mixed elements. Pure metals, such as iron, tin, gold, and silver, had a unique frequency that was based on their atomic number. In the case of two-metal alloys, ranges emerged that depended on the ration of metals.

Dallion spent a few more hours modifying his formula to include other elements, but his recollection of chemistry wasnt as good as he had hoped. Gassil probably had a huge advantage in that area. Still, as the fight had shown, general knowledge wasnt what gave spellcasters the edge.

At eight, Dallion was politely kicked out of the novice library and told to get some food. In the wilderness, skipping a day or two never was an issue. Academy rules, though, required three visits to the novice dining room per day.

The good news was that it was mostly empty. The badthat it was mostly empty.

Hey, the large who had tried to intimidate Dallion earlier that morning said. Youre the one who thinks hes a big shot.

A handful of others were also there. Most were at the large boys table. A few more were eating on their own.

Hey, cant you hear me? The boy got up. His entire posse quickly followed.

Dallion had been through school once to know exactly what that meant. This was probably the local band of bullies. Just thinking that hed have to deal with such petty things made him simultaneously laugh and cry internally.

On paper, the Academy had rules prohibiting fighting. However, taking a close look at the boys in question, one could tell that rules probably didnt apply to them. Judging by how well their hair was kept, and the subtle but expensive jewelry they were wearing, there could be no mistake that they came from noble families.

I hear you, Dallion said. In his current state, his voice sounded squeaky rather than terrifying.

Whats your name?

Dal. Whats yours?

The question made the boy hesitate again. Like most bullies, especially from a noble family, he wasnt used to being talked back to by anyone other than another noble. That, and his vast size, gave him a large advantage in the group of novices.

DErango, he said with a slight smirk. Phoil dErango.

Counts family, Elenot province, Nil said.

Related to the count? Dallion asked casually, taking a bite of his feed as he did.

Hes my father, Phoil said with pride.

Good for you. It doesnt matter until you become a mage, though. Novices are equal.

Some are more equal than others.

Oh? It was Dallions turn to smirk. Are those your words or did an echo tell you that?

Careful, dear boy. Getting into a fight with your traits might not be seen as the best

Phoil split into three instances.