Umara closed her mouth and utilized her internal monologue.
(John? What is this?)
(I donât know. Iâm just using my Aura.)
(Youâre reading my thoughts?)
(Something like that.)
We stared at each other. For me, it wasnât particularly difficult to do what I was doing. I had simply discovered another way to use Aura, and it came as if completely natural.
But Umara looked like she was struggling to control her thoughts and refrain from speaking aloud to communicate.
I could clearly feel her nervousness grow as well. She obviously wasnât used to worrying about controlling her thoughts in case someone read them. I could even feel a bit of resistance from the small amount of Psyka within her, not enough to do anything to me, but enough to let me know that she wasnât very comfortable with me inside her mind.
When I noticed this, I pulled away and retracted my Aura. She took a few deep breaths once I did, composing herself with an apologetic expression.
âI-Iâm sorry. Itâs not like I donât trust youâ¦â
âI know. Itâs fine. I still need to practice too.â
I smiled at her. Inserting myself into her mind and reading her thoughts was a whole other level of intrusion, or intimacy depending on how you looked at it. I would say it surpassed sex, even marriage, in that regard. After all, no matter what, everyone always had their own thoughts, their own mind that they could seclude themselves into, a place that was theirs and theirs alone. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
I had suddenly taken that away from her. If she had done that to me, I would be a bit nervous too.
Well, it wasnât like she couldnât feel it happening. As for whether she could forcefully stop it, I wasnât sure. We would have to see after practicing some more.
âSection 8! Dismissed!â
âOh, perfect timing.â
I grabbed Umara and stood with her, packing my chair.
âI need to get one of those.â
Umara mumbled, her eyes on the chair as it disappeared. I chuckled while putting my gun away, walking with her off the wall.
I had a bit of a headache from all the shooting, but it was overshadowed by the discovery of my new ability.
It felt like my Aura became more tangible, more like a limb instead of some fleeting feeling. When I reached out to Umara, it was almost like pushing a cloud of my Aura toward her and then connecting to her mind by transmitting electrical signals across that cloud, like lightning.
It was definitely odd, but that was simply the way I visualized what was happening. And if I failed to visualize it, the Aura became much more difficult to control.
Interestingly enough though, controlling my Aura didnât take energy, only concentration. While concentrating took energy in its own way, it still meant that I wasnât expending Psyka to do something youâd think would cost quite a large amount of it.
Or maybe I just wasnât trying hard enough. Either way, basic telepathy seemed both easy and difficult to carry out.
Despite it happening rather seamlessly, it was a challenge to actually read Umaraâs thoughts, specifically what she was trying to say.
Her mind felt like a mess of quiet chitterings, and only when she utilized her internal monologue did I finally hear something I could pick up on, like a voice piercing through a thick veil of static over a radio.
It was up to me to get better at tuning in, but it would take practice to figure out how.
Still, I couldnât help but think of the possibilities.
What if instead of a voice, we could pass on visuals? Would I be able to directly give her my memories of science? Would she be able to understand it directly?
It was another level of communication surpassing anything else in this world and even on Earth.
I was eager to use it.
Umara and I left, both of us tired from several hours of fighting. Thankfully, everyoneâs efforts managed to drive off the Tide. There was no need to worry about it anymore.
We went and found some of the rations, eating them while hanging around our platoonâs supply cache. Since we were visitors at this outpost, there werenât any proper bunks to house us. We would need to set up camp within a dedicated field for the night since we definitely werenât going back to base today.
âHey.â
Umara tapped me, drawing my gaze.
âThat thing you did. How?â
âI just used my Aura to reach out into your mind. I had been thinking and it occurred to me somehow.â
I went on to explain what went through my head. How Aura was like an extension of magical powers rather than a separate entity. I told her to think of it like it was a limb, a medium to extend her powers through.
She could already use her Aura to cast spells beyond her body, using the space around her instead of her palm which enabled her to cast several at once. I told her to use that feeling.
But finding a way to use Aura wasnât so simple. After all, what else was she supposed to do with it besides what she was already doing? Finding an application for it was harder than using it.
And I couldnât really help her with that. I didnât know how to use mana. It would be up to her for inspiration, and all I could really do was give her ideas about Aura itself.
She sighed after a while, realizing nothing would just come to her like it had for me.
âIâll have to work on it. We should also try practicing whatever it is that you did.â
âTelepathy.â
âTelepathy?â
âYea. Thatâs what speaking between minds is called, a nonverbal method of sending information directly to another person.â
âI see. Then we should practice your telepathy. It should be very valuable in combat.â
âMm. So long as youâre comfortable with it.â
She nodded as I glanced in the distance, seeing the rest of our squad walking over. Their armor was covered in blood and grime. It seems they had been busy.
âI will admit that I was quite nervous suddenly feeling your Aura within my mind and knowing you could read my thoughts, but thereâs no reason I shouldnât try to work with it. And if I really were against it, then I should learn how to counter it anyway.â
âI admire your commitment to becoming better. Still, Iâll know when youâre not up for it. Iâll be in your mind, after all.â
âSo long as you don't disregard my determination.â
âMm.â
I smiled at her. Then, the others arrived.
I looked at their bloodied selves and chuckled.
âPut you to work, huh?â
âSomething like this is normal for us. Whatâs not normal is how easy you make missions when youâre watching over us.â
âI donât miss defensive formations.â
Tana grumbled while stripping her armor, revealing her thin clothing that stuck to her toned body slick with sweat.
Feiden and Vetsmon were the same. All three of them looked tired. It was just that their tired looked different from mine or Umaraâs tired.
Like many others in our platoon, we decided to set up camp on the dedicated field. I pulled out several items for that purpose and finally experienced my first campout in another world.
All squads were given a single tent large enough for six people. It wasnât very luxurious, just large and the fabric thick enough to protect against the elements.
Everyone was required to sleep under the same tent for safety reasons. Being separated was just asking to be picked off. Gender separation was also nonexistent.
There was no cooking equipment and only a few large wool blankets. Other than some basic necessities and the rations, this was all we had.
Though it was technically all we needed, living like this for any longer than a week would be rather horrid.
However, Umara brought out something that would make longer-term campouts far more bearable.
âI have this Water Tap if anyone needs it.â
She held up a White Crystal surrounded by a metal encasing engraved with complex spell runes. It was capable of generating water like a hose.
How convenient. A warlock capable of water spells alone would be able to sustain an entire team by themselves for weeks so long as they could find a bit of food. The most valuable resource in the world produced with the wave of a hand.
Vetsmon thanked Umara and took the crystal, using it to wash his armor. Tana and Feiden used it after him.
I made final preparations as the sun started to set, painting the sky a pleasant orange and purple.
âJohn!â
As I started to relax while admiring the sky, I was called. I came back down to earth and glanced over at the Puppet Master, who was shockingly here.
âDo you mind heading up the walls and helping with the remnants?â
â...â
I stared at him in silence for several seconds before rising from my seat and walking over. The others watched me go without a word.
I ascended the wall, communing with my gun, setting up my chair, and getting settled. At least there wasnât much more daylight. I wouldnât have to do this for more than an hour or so.
*BOOM*
I took my shot, sending echoes across the landscape and startling the entire base.
The beast at the end of my sights fell unceremoniously. Then, I felt a presence approaching me.
It was the Puppet Master. He leaned against the wall beside me, His arms crossed and his gaze overlooking everything beyond the walls.
I took one more shot before letting him speak.
âThere are a lot of unhappy individuals, and rumors are being spread.â
âMhmm.â
âIâm not a fan of Carrion either. Heâs been in his position for decades and has quite an impressive ego, not something that can be lightly challenged by a new student who bent the rules to get in. Youâre under Albarainâs tutelage so Iâm not completely worried, but I know you and think some things are better laid out clearly.â
*BANG*
Another shot, and another beast collapsed. For a 200 yard shot with iron sights, it was pretty good. My gaze remained within the confines of my sights.
âYouâre walking on thin ice, kid. I had wanted to talk to you earlier but Carrion kept a close eye on me. A lot of people now want you dead, though they still think you're nothing more than a nuisance who tried to slander their name, a commoner who doesnât know how deep this shit goes. And I suggest you keep it that way. I know youâre not naive, so use theirs. And so long as you donât go out of your way to cause trouble, Iâll do what I can to make sure they donât force your hand.â
*BOOM*
I took one more shot and lifted my rifle, pulling away from the wall and glancing at the Puppet Master.
I couldnât hide the smile.
âI appreciate it, Mr. Puppet. Really.â
âSo long as youâre aware. Iâll be damned if I allow you to let this get to your head, but the truth remains that youâre incredibly talented. Youâre easily the most powerful summoner who has ever stepped foot into the Magisterium. If you were a noble, youâd have your path paved with gold and marrying someone like Umara would come with but a word. But youâre a commoner, with a head harder than knights yet as intelligent as a summoner should be. So please, donât waste the gifts youâve been given. At the very least, wait until you no longer need to.â
âMm. Iâll do as you say.â
âWise. And so long as youâre underneath my wing, Iâll make sure the rest of the children stay obedient. We just have to get you to the military and the issues of nobility will disappear rather quickly. Itâll be no more than 7 months from now. Can you last 7 months?â
âIâll give you my best.â
I smirked, thinking about how funny this whole situation was.
The Puppet Master grumbled after that.
âIn all my years Iâve never lost an Elite. I will not have the first die by your hand just because he didnât realize he was staring down the barrel of death. Nor will I let your talent be squandered, even if simply for the good of humanity.â
âHm.â
I doubted I was good enough to affect humanity as a whole. Perhaps Maxwellâs advancement path would change the dynamic of the Summoner class, but I was still merely the trial run for that.
But the thought was nice. It was comforting to know that I had the Puppet Master to look out for me, a sail to guide me through the rocky waters, diverting the animosity of loathsome noble children.
I owed it to him and Umara to try and lay low. Maybe I would have to swallow my pride, but with his reminder on top of Maxwells, I was becoming more understanding of the fact that these nobles really would end me for even small things.
Damn this world and its insane power gaps. What happened to guns being the great equalizer?
So much for my ideas of world domination.