"Strange explain origin of the 10 characters on your nails to everyone"
"Because I am a surgeon who has operated death ending people's deaths for decades… Even though it is not a permanent victory it is an extension of people's lives to have a chance to continue living in this world… This is who I am"
My answer created a loud uproar but only for a few seconds before everyone fell silent with the sound of Ancient One's two soft applause like a conductor stopping waving a stick and clenching his fist to signal to stop playing any musical instruments or pressing the SHUT DOWN button on the world's most advanced electronic device, a computer
"The identity of a person who kills death with a surgeon's knife how great would it be if he used that pair of hands to use magic? Can you show it to everyone here, Strange"
"Yes" I briefly accepted her request
The two hands raised in a surgical position turned back into a fist ready to fight like a boxer with the right hand raised higher slightly forward than the left hand
Of course, this fighting stance that did not look like a Kalmatas mage would be criticized but I chose not to listen to the birds and crows and threw a straight right fist. At the same time the five masters threw out hundreds of daggers.
"Scalpel Salver!"
I said the name of the move in a calm voice as if I was saying it to rouse myself
But for some reason… my voice echoed everywhere. I could not help but guess that the four entities who owned the high-level spells that made a contract with me must have been teasing and amplifying my voice.
A golden light shot out from my straight right fist into ten strands which spread out and transformed.
It formed the shape of a tray that I was familiar with as a support for a sharp scalpel.
The tray woven from the power of Mystic Arts rushed to sweep up hundreds of magical knives and arranged them beautifully like a scene of a magic show more than a battle with magical arts.
However, if you look closely the knives were not placed on a normal tray but the tray itself had golden lines snaking out like threads binding and sewing the knives tightly to the tray itself and the knives were struggling to float out of the tray
My right hand was raised in front of me controlling the tray to bind the knives so that they would not escape.
My left hand slowly raised my index and middle fingers that were wearing the sling ring, and spread my thumbs out moving them in circles like massaging the tip of my index finger creating a dimensional door ring that connected to the Himalayas which I had already seen from the weather forecast that at 1:30 p.m.
right now... . A snowstorm is opening!
Five dimensional doors appeared above the heads of the five masters. Its width was wide enough for an entire elephant to jump through a hoop.
The gust of wind and the snow fell down on them
"You're being too muc, Strange!" Wong shouted first stopping the control of the magic knife letting it dissipate
and creating another dimensional portal receiving the avalanche of snow like a child who knocked over an ice cream bowl spilling it all over the floor letting the snow fall on my head instead.
But I guessed it would be like this so I raised my right thumb shooting the Holy Sword of Vishanti swirling the snowball into the dimensional portal to attack Wong
At the same time the four Masters simultaneously stopped paying attention to the magic knife that was sealed to my magic tray and together they did as Wong did, opening the dimensional portal sending the snowstorm back to attack me through the dimensional portal that opened in all directions, not just from above like Wong
"With this Strange must be as hard as ice cream!"
"Heh, thinking of using the Himalayan snowstorm Being hit reverse by own method like this, It definitely lose."
"Who do you think you are? You want to use the dimensional gate to pull the environment from another place to attack the master who is an expert in dimensional gates?"
"Selling coconuts to the orchard is obvious."
"Teaching the patriarch"
"Fishing in the sea to sell on a fishing boat"
And many other expressions and international proverbs that have the same meaning that is, a person who knows little and is inexperienced shows off their wits and knowledge to an expert who is more skilled
But I don't care
The right hand that was clenched into a fist controlling the tray of sealed knives was spread out. The other four swords of the magic spell shot through the warp gate to attack the one who opened the dimensional gate who sent the snowstorm to attack me immediately.
"Between the holy sword and the snowstorm, which will reach the target first?"
Someone asked, and many guesses were heard everywhere. And the answer was revealed. . . .
I was crushed by the snowstorm covered in white snow. As for the five masters, they closed the dimensional gate, although they were a bit late, but they were able to block the swords of the magic spell.
With the same sword of wisdom that deflected and destroyed both sides. But the situation that appeared, it seemed that I had already lost, defeated by the snowstorm that I had summoned myself.
Many people ridiculed and taunted me, but my eyes that looked through the Seraphim shield that was spread out to protect me like a golden dome, and through the thick snow wall that covered my body as if I had been pressed into a snowball
I saw that the 5 masters did not celebrate the victory like the disciples around them, and they spread out the Seraphim shields in both hands, preparing to attack me immediately.
'With a lot of experience, you can't be careless'
I thought to myself before opening the warp door under my feet, which connected to the sky above the 10-meter arena.
Ancient One raised his head slightly glanced at me and nodded only twice barely visible, and the 5 masters looked up at me at the same time.
It seemed that their senses for the dimensional gate were very sharp, while the other disciples were still looking at the large snowball that was almost 10 meters high that covered the spot where I was standing just now.
"I hate those who are savvy" I said quietly to myself as I spread out my Seraphim shield in the form of a foot pad allowing me to fly walk on the air as if using the moonwalk or stand on a flying carpet according to the legend of India.
Once I had a firm foothold in the air 10 meters above the ground I raised both hands, turned my palms down, in a gesture of spreading my fingers as if preparing to play a piano
But what I dropped down were not musical notes but...
"Crutches. . . "
Hundreds of golden magical objects resembling devices to help patients with lower extremity injuries appeared around me and quickly shot down vertically under my control
combined with the force of gravity which, although not much, increased the speed of my fall
". . . . RAIN!"
The crutches that used to be a tool to support patients were now a rain of destruction that fell in a wide area splashing down on the ground like machine guns forcing the five masters to combine the Seraphim shields into a large circle.
And multiply them to overlap many layers, but there is no sign that the pole will stop falling.
Bang bang bang
Chingggggggg
Whinggggg
Tukk, tak, rumbling
The sound of Seraphim's shield layer by layer, disintegrated like a fine glass that has been cut until it is beautiful, but it finally breaks.
The golden dust scattered all over the field, making a sizzling sound like hot iron splashed with water, along with the battlefield where the paving stones were pierced by the magic pole stabbing down to a depth of tens of centimeters until it became a hole
a pit like being shot by a Motar a weapon of war.
And leaving the pole like a missile warhead stuck in the battlefield, waiting to explode another wave of explosion
"How much magic power does Strange have?"
"Hey, new kid, don't you know that we don't have magic power in us? But borrowed magic from another dimension."
"It's okay to say that we have magic power in us We are vessels, a medium a passageway for magic. If there is no enough amount in us, Then you won't be able to cast such a big spell"
"Staff Rain, is this a new spell that Strange created? It's strangely scary"
"Who would have thought that a staff that supports a disabled person could be transformed into a weapon of war like this!"
"If magic is a train, the caster is the train track. Strange's track is wide and big, and it sends the train to move very fast. It's really scary."
"It's no wonder Ancient One summoned him..."
"Hey, hey, I remember you calling Strange a Nepotism kids earlier."
"What? I didn't say that."
"What did you say?"
As the staff rained down on the field nonstop for almost 5 minutes the voices continued to speak but the tone of the words and conversations changed a lot.
It seemed that Ancient One's plan had succeeded...
Most people had accepted my abilitie, including the 5 Masters who looked quite tired from setting up the Seraphim Shield.
Actually, they could use other spells to fight me. But they chose to take a defensive stance to show the other disciples how capable I am
because the magical weapons and artifacts that each person should have have not been used yet.
That made 6 minutes after I conjured a rain of staffs to rain down on the field, Ancient One clapped his hands to inform everyone that...
"Stephen Strange has passed the test."
The applause immediately erupted as soon as I stopped releasing the rain of staffs and slowly walked down from the sky to stand on the ground.
Although the golden staff had dissipated, the traces of damage that had occurred were still there.
Then I bowed to everyone, bowing in all 8 directions and 10 directions.
"The appointment ceremony as a Master will begin tomorrow at 9 am. Now go and rest, Master Strange" Ancient One said before opening the dimensional portal and disappearing into his hermitage, his room.
"Actually, I would rather be called Doctor Strange," I said after him as the dimensional portal closed causing Master Wong to chuckle.
And Master Mordo who stood beside me
"Heh, Doctor?"
"So... what are you going to do today?"
The librarian asked in a relaxed tone before opening his mouth slightly when he heard my answer
"To... the library, learn a new spell... Image of Ikonn."
"Are you going to learn new spells? But the ones I learned didn't use them in the fight just now??"
"You guys didn't use any spells other than the magic spells of the Ikon either"
I replied to Wong's question. Mordo chuckled again.
"This... Mas... Doctor Strange... At least I can stop worrying about one thing now. That Kamar-Taj has another beloved disciple... Kaecilius, who is planning evil plans about the Dark Dimension, we must be preparing more."