First you must prove to Stephanie that you are recovered

You grab your uniform from outside your door and throw it on. Dressed you jog down stairs and towards the training ground. When you get there Stephanie is waiting for you with weapons drawn and imbued.

"Christopher." She greets you examining your body to gauge if you were in control. "Was that you?" She gestured with her dagger towards the Dorms. She was wearing short pants that reached her knee and a tight top, clothes for fast paced combat.

Oh right you were about as subtle as... a sun just then weren't you. "Ah, yeah." You rub the back of your neck awkwardly. "I'm back to normal, just needed to burn off some excess."

"Ah huh." Stephanie said not putting away her weapons. "You can fly?" She asked watching your hands.

"I ran face first into a lot of trees when I was younger." You say trying for a laugh that isn't provided.

She looked at your face for a long moment, maybe trying to find evidence of a previously broken nose. After a moment she says, "In that case." She kicked off the ground with her sword pointed at your eye. Since that sword was imbued you used your magic to accelerate out of the way rather than risk touching it.

"Yep." You said with a neutral face, letting your magic go. "Back to being me." You look around the field and see the swords waiting for you. "And I have an idea." You grin then look back at her waiting for her permission.

Stephanie examines you for a long moment before sheathing her weapons. "I sent Three away after your display so you'll be cleaning up after yourself." She walked over and stood by the swords. She watched you for a moment longer. "You may begin."

"Thank you. And how much of that did you see?" You wave over to the Dorm. She raised an eyebrow. "I think eight minutes is fair."

A faint smile tugged at her mouth. She took in a deep breath tilting her face up and pushing her chest out, something you refused to look down to regard. "Eight minutes." She said then walked over to take a seat. She made no comment about your ability to fly so maybe she didn't actually see what you thought you she saw. Which would mean ... how big is your aura?

You pushed the question back for later and walked over to grab a sword. Holding it in your hand you filled your thumb nail with magic. When you were splitting the blades in two a few days ago you realised something important. Why are you trying to imbue from the hilt upwards? All you are doing is putting your magic in one spot before trying to diffuse. Why not start with the diffusion?

You coated your sword hand's thumb nail with magic then project it outwards. A sheet of honeycombed magic grew out from the tip of your nail each hexagon half the size of your pinkie's nail. You wrapped the sheet into a cylinder around the sword and closed it. Sinking the little hexagons into the metal.

The sword turned into lot of small hexagon's as your magic melted the outer layer of iron. But it held. You started counting in your mind. When you reached ten seconds the tips of the blade fell off then the rest of the sword was reduced to tiny hexagonal scraps of iron. "Got it." You say with a grin and grab the next blade.

This time you coated half your thumb and repeated the process. You reached thirty seconds before the sword fell apart. You tried again with a quarter and reach fifty-nine seconds.

You reached for the next sword looking over to check Stephanie's reaction. When you met her gaze she raised an eyebrow. "Long way off eight minutes." She said.

"I've figured it out now, only a matter of time until I get there." You sink your honeycomb into your newest sword and crate one minute and ten seconds before the blade fell apart.

"The point is to have enough control to reach stability not to out pace destruction."

You picked up the next sword and started counting. "In that case dinner."

Stephanie tilted her head slightly. "Dinner?"

"Well if you can change my requirement I don't see why I can't change yours." You say with your own eyebrow raised.

She stared at you until your blade fell apart at three minutes. "Dinner." She nodded in agreement.

As you pull out the second last sword you somewhat regret that. Even if you lasted to eight minutes the only way to prove the imbuement was stable would be to use it and right now the only reason you were getting past the one minute mark is because you are holding the blade perfectly still. You might be able to eke out the amount of magic to be successful but at a certain point the iron is the problem.

You look over at her and see a conflicted expression. At this point she clearly wanted to get to know you beyond the teacher student relationship but the change to the deal was damning for that.

You take out the last sword and hold it up then look at her. Her watching eye met yours. "How would I prove this is stable?" You asked as you wrap the blade with your honeycomb.

She stood up and walked over to you examining the blade as it very slowly began to glow in line with your pattern. She ran a finger over the blade the looked at her reddened skin before it was healed by her magic. "Grab the blade without burning yourself." You looked at the blade and it's dull glow. "And I enjoy a drink with my dinner." She looked into your eyes and you notice how close she was to you. She took a deep breath and her puffed up chest grazed you. You couldn't help it and looked down. You'd been studiously ignoring her tight top but this close the perfect shape of breasts and the slight ridges of her nipples.

You look up into her eyes expecting to be chided.

"I hope you won't make me drink alone when you succeed." She said instead breathing deeply again letting you feel the growing stiffness of her nipples as it grazed your uniform. She stepped and turned to walk away. "You should clean up." She stopped walking and turned around to look you up and down. Her eyes lingered on your crotch for a moment.

"Seven minutes?" You asked with a grin. She drags her eyes up your body to give you a dead pan look. "Eight it is." She nods and walks off. You get to cleaning up. Having lots of tiny hexagon does make cleaning much faster. You don't have to wait any near as long for them to cool compared to a pool of slag.

When you are done you head to the baths for your morning wash up. You wonder if the other students will have recovered by now, and if you will be sharing the bath with sexual aggressive horny women.