Bonds Formed In Heaven Will Form On Earth [Private | sagey]

”… Still closed, eh?” Mura sighed in disdain as he rested his forehead on the door leading into the herb shop further down Dragonbane Avenue. It had been closed for the longest time, now… it actually made him worry. He hadn’t heard anything from neighbors or nearby shops about the owner of this shop, so he wasn’t able to assume much about his or her whereabouts. Maybe they had moved out a long time ago and forgot everything about their shop here… but he wasn’t going to break in to find out. He feared that whatever had happened to lead to this was already too late to be fixed or salvaged.

Of course, that didn’t hold back Kyuken or Zirconis from phasing inside only to move outside with nothing new in mind.

“Everything looks fine… just no signs of anybody in there.”
“It’s a little scary, really… what if the owner had been kidnapped? Right from under our noses?!”
“Who the hell would go any length to kidnap a herb merchant? Clearly, nobody here in Magnolia or in all of Fiore can scoop that low…”
“B-But I’ve met examples of how low humans can go! Back in my days, my friend wanted to smash my balls in just because I sneaked a peek on his crush in a hot spring-“
“AND YOU DAMN SURE DESERVED TO GET YOUR BALLS DELETED, YOU IMPURE MANIAC!”

Zirconis proceeded to bite the shit out of Kyuken for the remaining time of their conversation. They were ghosts, so they couldn’t hurt each other that much - and even so, they regenerated instantly. Mura sighed and kept wondering where the owner of that shop may have gone to; it had been years, and he really needed an easier channel to get his herbs. Miso soup and sasami tasted much better with ginger and cinnamon. He walked down the road of Dragonbane Avenue, intending to go back to the guild hall of Fairy Tail so he could, like, take a nap or sign stuff down. The new year was approaching, and he needed to sign on the next year’s supplies of juiceboxes.

But there were many things about Fairy Tail that he needed to safeguard and work for. He was the Guildmaster, after all…

WC: 377

Life was harsh for Sage. He had recently been banished from the orphanage as soon as he reached 18 years of age. They told him that he was a grown man and he need to start living on his own. Sage of course knew what the real reason behind his banishment was, it was because the orphanage was too crowded and packed they need to empty some spaces to take in more child. Sage understood this of course, he didn't let his emotions get in the way of his rational thinking. But despite that it was a bit harsh of them to just kick him out with nothing except for some of his clothes and books.

Sage tried living in the wilderness, which did not turn out well as it was very dangerous to be there alone especially at night. So he lived under a bridge now and could barely survive a day trying to find food was especially hard but it seemed like people threw even good edible stuff in the trash can. He did not know how he could survive and he wondered what his future would look like, will he stay this way? Miserable until he gets old? He was just resting under the bridge when suddenly he saw a group of people wearing owl masks approaching him.

"Look at what we've got here, a little boy. Where are your parents kid?" one of the man said intimidatingly. Sage's heart beat faster, he knew what would happen to him but he didn't know what to do to stop it. "I-I, Please don't hurt me." he said, his words trembling out his mouth. His hands already guarding his head. The group of gangsters laughed at the exciting show they had. Then one of them started kicking Sage and all the others joined in as well. All that Sage could do at that time was just to curl and cry. He did not know why he was like that. He didn't want to be all miserable, but he was.

His ear twitched. He heard cries, and they came from very close to him. Other people noticed too, and given where they looked at, he quickly found out the source. “… W-Wait, you heard that too?” Kyuken mumbled under his frightened breath, “I-I thought that… that it was that weird-looking bell-ringer again-“ “Let’s find out,” Mura replied as he walked towards the alley. Most people here in Magnolia had faith in Fairy Tail despite the past and what had happened between them, so when they saw the Guildmaster walk towards the source of the issue, they sighed in relief knowing that he would take care of it.

He saw a group of adults wearing masks with small beaks and donut-like circles around their eyes. They were… picking on someone laying on the ground? Well, not anymore, for they slowly moved their faces towards a faint light that turned out to be a volley of slash beams from Mura’s katana, Harusame. Perhaps they were just bullies who needed to learn their places, but when one of them rose up a barrier of pure mana, Mura’s eyebrow frowned a little.

Wizards? Gee, they should get a life… and those masks… they look like owl masks, he thought as he noticed that one of them pulled on another to tell them to get out of here, mumbling something about ‘this ain’t worth our time’ or ‘the boss will get angry’. However, since they were wizards, Mura decided to up his dukes a little and slam a blade of precipice - a literal rock pillar from below - right up their chins and knock each and every single one of them out. The earth was easy to manifest and bend thanks to his Onmyōdō as well as many years of training.

He was going to check the masks, but he quickly asked: “I sure hope that didn’t hurt too much? If you’re hurt, then I can take you to the Saint Granon Hospital…”

WC: 329

He thought that no one would come and save him, but indeed was he wrong. Sage couldn't exactly catch what happened but the beating and the kicking all came to a halt. He opened his eyes to see what was going on. He looked around to see that the group of the mask gang were all looking towards direction, and so Sage did as well. He could see someone, holding a sword standing just a few meters away from them. What he did not expect was the sudden emergence of rock pillars that shoot directly towards the mask gang's chins. He wasn't crying and wept his tears long ago, but bruises, blood and patches of dirt were all over his body.

The man who had saved him quickly rushed towards him and asked him if he was hurt. Sage did not know how to react to the feeling of relief and how touched he was by the kindness of the man, but as always he locked it in. "It isn't that bad, a few patch ups and I think I'll be fine." he replied with a slight smile. It didn't hurt as much as before, just a few bruises and scratches here and there.

”Oh… uhm, sure, if you say so,” Mura replied to him, a little baffled by the stubbornness of the victim; a stubbornness that he did relate to in many ways… and many other people would relate as well. However, small bruises could quickly be recovered via one method or another, and given that infections could occur to anyone, Mura didn’t take any chances here. He threw a golden blaze on the blonde that would engulf his wounds and recover the tissue, until they looked like they had never been injured once in his entire life.

Now, he would have to quench his curiosity. Those masks… the shaman attempted to pick one up, but to his surprise, it was somehow stuck on the foe’s face. It was as if it was bolted to his skin… or glued on. Pulling it off would require taking off a chunk of skin too, given by the strength of the glue and/or bolt.

It didn’t hold back the shaman, however. With one quick pull, the mask was forced off of the foe’s face, now leaving ripped-off skin on his cheeks and chin. It was rather brutal, but Mura knew better than to deal with these people softly. They had, under all circumstances, attempted to hurt who appeared to be just a random, innocent, young man.

He glared on the mask for a while, trying to find something of use. In the meantime, Kyuken (blue spirit ball with the face and features of a samurai) and Zirconis (from the show, but also a spirit ball) floated near the blonde lad, unaware if he was able to see the forms and presences of ghosts or not.

“He looks beyond injured physically to me. You sure that he’s okay…?”
“Seems to me that he’s just playing tough with his previous words.”
“Y-You shouldn’t say that, Zirconis! He’s not a warrior! Not everyone’s a bloody warrior!”
“… Hmpf. He does look like a tomboy by his features. Which begs the question; what the hell were those guys up to?! Mura, aren’t you getting anywhere?!”

Whether or not the blonde male was able to hear ghosts or see them at all, Mura responded to Zirconis’ voice: “There are numbers on the insides of this mask. But that’s about it.” Putting the mask on his belt, Mura returned to the blonde kid and reached a hand to him. “Hey, get up from the cold floor. And tell me what those guys were up to, if you don’t mind.”

WC: 417

Despite having told the other man that he was okay, Sage could feel that he was really worried for him. He wondered why he cared so much though. The man then cast a spell on him. It felt weird at first, but then he could feel the pain from the bruises and the cuts slowly fading away. When the spell ended, Sage checked his body and it seemed as if he did not get into all the mess earlier. "Oh thanks! I didn't get to catch your name, I'm Sage by the way, Sage Dreyer." he said with a bright smile of his.

It was not normal for Sage to be this comfortable and open to people, but for some reason it was different for Mura. Maybe the fact that Mura saved him and healed him made him trust the man more and could rely on him.

Sage watched as Mura teared the mask out of the skin of one of the gang member, Sage could only look in disgust and horror, who would glue a mask on their face? He would've thought. Meanwhile, Sage would have no idea that there were ghosts talking about him, unless of course they reveal themselves to Sage. Mura then revealed that there were numbers on the mask. Since to Sage, that they are the only ones there, he thought that Mura was speaking to him. He got off the floor when he was told to. "Well I've actually heard rumors going around town saying that a new group is on its way to overtake Magnolia. But that's about it they are just rumors. Perhaps these masked gang members are the group the rumors spoke of." he would answer honestly and gave his opinion, wanting to help Mura.

Huh? A new group on its way to overtake his hometown? It did remind him of what that maniac had told him that one night before disappearing… owls… oh hell no, this wasn’t going to happen. Not now…

Clearly, the young lad whose name was revealed to be Sage Dreyer had more life in him than Mura assumed. Met with a big smile, the shaman couldn’t help but smile back and reply: “My name’s Mura Kensho. From Fairy Tail.” Still holding the ripped off mask in his hand, Mura began thinking of what these numbers on the side of the masks could stand for. Since the numbers helped very little, perhaps it was time for a divination. He dropped the mask down and sat in a cross-legged position right in front of it, closing his eyes and channeling a spell through the mask.

Images appeared in his head… the mask’s life, and its latest locations before the wearer of said mask found Sage…

In the meantime, another wave of owl-masked wizards made their way towards the alley where Sage and Mura were. Mura was busy with the divination, so he didn’t quickly notice their approach. “The wearer of the mask had escaped from… the East Herb Shop? The one that’s always closed…?”

WC: 212

He'd heard of the guild Fairy Tail, and he felt like the name Mura Kensho was familiar but he couldn't remember where he heard or read it. Sage would just watch as the wiser man investigated the mask and started to perform some kind of spell on it. While Mura was busy with the mask, Sage heard something, so he turned his head to look around. What he saw sucked the life out of his face, a larger group of the owl masked men were approaching the both of them from both sides of the alley. "Err.. Mura..." he'd say, sounding very scared.

But he had to be brave. As long as he can breathe, he can fight. He clenched his jaw, and standing in a stance, ready to fight. Both his fists held in front of him, preparing to strike the incoming enemies. The masked men just laughed seeing a scrawny boy like Sage trying to fight. "Johnny, go and settle this." one of the masked man would say. A boy wearing an owl mask about the same size as Sage walked forward. The kid was buffer and had more training than Sage.

The group of man would then laugh as they watch, as if Sage was some sort of entertainment to them. Sage had no other choice, he must use everything he got. The kid, whose name was Johnny strike right away, landing a clean punch on Sage's face. Sage moved backwards a few steps due to the impact, but before he could regain his balance he saw another fist approaching, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist, he directed his fist towards his opponent, but it wasn't strong enough, it barely made Johnny move. The group of man kept on laughing very amused by what was happening. Johnny then kept on throwing punches at Sage, he couldn't focus as the sound of man laughing grew louder and louder, he felt like he was being toyed around. He didn't like it. He felt angry, very angry. "Enough!" he shouted as he threw a punch at Johnny, but this time, it sent him flying, knocking Johnny down in one shot.

Everybody was perplexed by the situation, everybody was wondering what the hell just happened, even Sage. He couldn't believe that he just knocked down a man with just a single punch, it was impossible. But then he noticed something odd, something was glowing. There were ancient runes all over his right arm, glowing radiantly. "I can do magic?" he'd say, still shocked. A grin then formed on his face. "Alright let's do this!" he'd say with determination, clenching his fist, preparing to battle.