Chapter 71 Back to the Street
Chapter 71 Back to the Street
Since that day, Leon has resided in Kamar-Taj, living each day to the fullest.
He started with no knowledge at all, but gradually immersed himself in the vibrant realm of magic, finding it impossible to extricate himself.
The magic's potency brims with enchantment and creativity. Leon, originally a fifth-dimensional being, now possessed a complete set of Infinity Stones and the Heart of the Universe.
In essence, one might perceive that his strength grows as his will expands.
Nevertheless, this power differs somewhat from the innate might of a Kryptonian or even Doomsday.
On one side lies the wholly physical facet of power, self-sufficient and real - raw might.
Magic's power, on the other hand, bears an ethereal quality, reliant on the boundless reaches of imagination.
It took Leon a while to adjust.
And pivotal among these matters is the abundance under the purview of the Ancient One. With her extensive years of existence, she amassed and systematized all the world's magic. Now, she imparts it all to Leon; a process that took even him nearly half a year.
Or could this be an outcome of his superlative aptitude for learning? Would others not require decade or even more years to acquire such knowledge?
Furthermore, Ancient One's sanctum in Kamar-Taj brims with numerous artifacts, among them her own fan - a magical implement capable of fending off adversaries at crucial junctures.
Various other auxiliary tools also occupy space.
Regrettably, these trinkets held no purpose for Leon; only Ancient One's fan was pilfered by him.
Ancient One felt quite perplexed. Why did he seem to fancy appropriating items she had employed? From the Sling Ring to the fan, just one item remained.
Um...
Initially, Leon intended to remain in Kamar-Taj. However, after nearly half a year, Ancient One approached Leon and stated, "Very well, I've nothing more to teach you."
Ancient One exuded both pride and helplessness.
Pride because, after all, Leon was the apprentice she had nurtured. Unfortunately, this apprentice excelled to an extraordinary degree, mastering nearly every magical aspect with minimal guidance.
Even during his rest, he opted not for leisure but to read through the night. With the ability to grasp thousand sentence in an instant and an impeccable memory, he transcribed the contents of the entire vast library.
Consequently, Ancient One discovered that Leon had absorbed all the teachings she had accumulated over her lifetime.
Leon was somewhat taken aback. "Is this the end?"
Ancient One couldn't help but smile wryly. These were the wisdom and insights she had garnered across years of existence, effortlessly comprehended by him. Her confidence wavered.
Sometimes, an apprentice being excessively brilliant and remarkable isn't entirely advantageous.
"At any rate, you're free to depart whenever," Ancient One stated before taking her leave.
Leon hastily stood up. "I'm in no rush."
Ancient One turned, fixing him with a peculiar gaze. After a moment's hesitation, she conceded, "I'm old enough to be your ancestor."
With that, she drifted away.
Leon ruffled his hair, as if mulling over a misunderstanding. He simply found this place incredibly serene, an escape from the world's turmoils and troubles.
Despite Ancient One's rejuvenation and enhanced beauty, he couldn't possibly jest with his master, no matter how whimsical the situation. This wasn't some romantic comic book.
Then again, he recalled Doctor Strange turning his wife into his disciple in the comicverse, followed by their marriage.
Additionally, despite the label of master and disciple, they've always been companions of the same generation. Even Mordo and the other disciples can address the Ancient One with familiarity, a notion she welcomes.
Conversely, the Ancient One typically addresses others by appending "Sorcerer" to their names, like Sorcerer Mordo and other sorcerers. She's never addressed them simply by their names.
Ultimately, Leon is the eldest among them, isn't he?
"But to clarify things, I should probably take my leave," Leon scratched his head. He hadn't really thought about it, but the thought occurred to him that the nun seemed to be speculating wildly.
Could it be because she's growing younger?
With these thoughts, Leon began packing his bags and then paid a nighttime visit to bid farewell to the Ancient One.
Even the Ancient One was surprised; she hadn't anticipated his sudden departure.
As a result, before the Ancient One, Leon donned the Sling Ring on his left hand and opened a golden portal with his right.
Well, no more flying.
Yet, upon stepping through the portal to the other side, Leon found himself a bit embarrassing situation.
Pepper was seated on the living room sofa in her nightgown, alongside Tony, who was fumbling awkwardly with his pajama rope.
Carrying a change of clothes on his back and sporting an ancient Kamar-Taj-style robe, Leon exuded confidence as he looked at the pair: "Ahem, I haven't had a meal yet."
Tony's irritation was evident, his nose slightly askew. Where did this big brother come from? Wasn't it a bit late?
Pepper hurriedly got up and scurried away.
"Why are you here?" Tony snapped, his annoyance palpable.
Quite the unexpected disturbance.
Setting down his backpack and tossing it aside, Leon sauntered over and settled onto the sofa, his posture relaxed. He placed the Sling Ring down first, then picked up a folding fan, opened it, and playfully remarked, "You're looking rather dashing."
"Would've been better if you hadn't come back," Tony grumbled, rolling his eyes. "At least three hours later."
"Can you last that long?" Leon retorted with a touch of disdain.
In the meantime, Pepper had changed into different clothes and emerged. Upon hearing the exchange, she slammed the door shut with a thud, her behavior akin to a bashful ostrich.
...
Leon chuckled, rising to his feet and walking indoors. He opened the refrigerator, retrieving two bottles of cold beer.
Given Leon's extended stay at Tony's house, the presence of beer had become a household norm.
At least Tony wasn't keen on parting with his finer red wines.
Leon effortlessly popped the bottle caps off with his thumb, one in each hand. He took a big gulp from one and extended the other to Tony.
Tony accepted it with a sigh, taking a cautious sip rather than a gulp.
Leon blinked, then examined Tony closely. Suddenly, he reached out and tore a piece of fabric from Tony's pajamas.
Tony instinctively shielded himself, gawking at Leon in astonishment. "Dude, I am flattered but I'm not into men."
Ridiculous.
Leon wanted to assure him that he wasn't either, but then he gazed at Tony's chest, brow furrowing slightly. "Dude, You are not looking healthy. are you poisoned by something?"
"Palladium poisoning," Tony admitted candidly. Yes, he had recently discovered he was suffering from palladium poisoning.
Although the plot had taken a different course due to Leon's involvement, Tony hadn't been shot again and hadn't needed the chest cavity wound or the Arc Reactor to safeguard himself.
However, he had continued using the Iron Man suit, maintaining close proximity to the Arc Reactor—closest to his heart.
As a result, he hadn't escaped the radiation from the palladium entirely, and the initial signs of poisoning had manifested.
At that moment, Pepper emerged from the back room. Witnessing the scene before her, she couldn't help but voice her concern, her expression worried. "Tony, maybe you should wearing the armor."
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