The Old Dragonslayer [Leonard/Leon]

Magnolia. Once again it faced such a calamity that though there would be details that would be changed, it was all the same. Invasion. It felt like being in the old days once more, more so with the involvement of a dragon. Yet, times have indeed changed, despite the glaring constant invasion problem the city faced. This time, they were more prepared as it were. More hopeful. Lesser bodies placed inside bags strewn the paths at its aftermath, and a plans for rebuilding were being followed. Indeed, things have come a long way, and what was better is that even though he had told these people who Leo was, they didn't seem too fixed by it, nor has it borne any repercussions. Still, it was too early to tell and he must keep his guard up for the memories of his past may haunt him some other time.

All of these ran through Leo's mind as he pushed a wheelbarrow along what little remained of Magnolia's roads. They were a fresh supply of quarried stone and wood that will be used in the reconstruction effort. Specifically that of the guild's hall. He even heard rumors of the design being something that were somewhat familiar to his eyes. This naturally sparked intrigue in the old man. One cannot help but feel nostalgic in the whole affair after all. Magnolia attacked because of Fairy Tail, hall destroyed, and now being rebuilt. It placed a certain skip and speed in the man's step when he would have otherwise kept it slow and discrete. But despite that, he still had his hood on, perhaps symbolizing that he has not forgotten his place, and what dangers the name Leonard Dragonbane could pose to his loved ones. Especially that of his daughter, Lina. But thanks to the absurd national broadcast of a seemingly undead biased broadcaster, Leo's involvement might have been known as he had displayed a style he had devised for people who simply had a sword to everything Earthland had. And it had a lot. From deceptively cunning Vulcans, Dark Mages whose power bends the fabrics of reality and space, Dragon and Demons, Leo's Bladestorm somehow stood out.

Bladestorm, not to be confused with the Requip he possessed of the same name, was a style first used against a dragon, leading credence to the name he had chosen for himself. It demonstrated both strength and agility as it involved numerous dodges and parries, that would be complimented by a staggering force with a equally staggeringly heavy blade as the offensive conclusion of one's defensive movement.  The old man was evidently fond of recalling his way of fighting, and was somehow thankful for the opportunity to utilize it in full, but not at the cost it bore. He had begun to wonder if people would be interested to learn it after having seen it or even heard of it after the battle. However, on the other hand, if he attracts a soul, who knows how many more are out there that are also attracted? And how could he ascertain their intentions with it? But alas, these are musing for another time. For if some of the people of Magnolia themselves are not interested, what more the rest of the country?

Returning to reality, Leo continued on the path that was from the port of Magnolia for numerous ships have sent supplies and humanitarian aid in order to hasten the recovery of the city. Ships would come and go as fast as they have arrived no doubt to bring the next batch of aid for Magnolia. It was all impressive really. Certainly more fluid and quick than when the city was attacked the first two times. On his way, stood a man clearly not of the city. For in the sea of moving people, wanting to get their lives back on track, why would you stand idly by? Especially since, from Leo have seen from his body structure, the presence he sensed, he was no ordinary man. Curiously, Leo continued along however shifting to be a bit closer to the man so as to have an excuse to see him. He pushed the wheelbarrow along and when he got near, he called out to the man "On your left, son." in a tone that was a bit weary and unsuspecting. Should Leo be allowed to pass through he'd turn his head back and look up to the man's eyes. He's simply lost. he thought to himself however, not forgetting his manners, he'd bow his head ever so slightly and say "Thank you."

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Interesting. The visitor, appearing clueless as he was, had an appearance that Leo had seen numerous times. Warrior types. But more importantly, he had what Leo thought to be a warrior's heart. The nobility and kindness to help a seemingly old man with their hard labor. It felt like the start of every movie about a person seeking training with an ancient master back in Midi. The prospect, however hilarious, was farfetched to Leo. Those only happened in movies he thought. Regardless, he had a smile on his face because of it. The thought of the old defenseless man is surprisingly the man that can kick his ass with one hand behind him. With a slight bow and a further smile, Leo let the man push the wheelbarrow full of supplies while he stayed ahead of them to lead them to where their destination was going to be. On their way to the construction site, Leo asked the man gently and politely "So, what brings you here, traveler? Hopefully not glory, fame and riches because-" he paused to gesture a wave all around the area, as if telling him to take a gander at their surroundings, to witness was has already transpired, the death and sorrow that comes after what most adventurers seek, but also the hope and perseverance. "-You're already too late." he continued, a bit colder than before. As if already judged him as unworthy if that what he was after. That was besides the point that these people have, again suffered - a fact that cannot be stressed enough - and someone is already here to somehow some way take advantage of it. Of course, Leo would listen to the man's intentions. Whether he says his true intentions or not, Leo will take it at face value, or appear to do so. How you say it does affect what you mean after all. And depending on his answer, Leo will either help him or put him off once they reach the site of the new Fairy Tail guild hall.

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@Leon Hoffman

There was a pause long enough for Leo to know what the pause was for. He chuckled really. Continuing to be impressed at how seemingly pure the man's intentions were so far. And so, their little stroll continued. But as it did, the scenery would improve. Little by little, the theme of such sights would that be of hope and and happiness, for people will live for another day. The scenes were mostly nearby their destination, the construction site for Fairy Tail's new guild hall. It was at this moment that the man would impart why he was here. A bit sensible now that Leo thought about it, a wandering warrior seeking to further his training is definitely one of the things he looked like when he first saw him. But the kind of knowledge or strength he sought was magic? Funny, he looked like a swordsman to him but then again, never judge a book by its cover as they say.

"If it's Dragonslayer Magic you seek in Magnolia, there's no better place to start but here in Fairy Tail." he replied as he took one final step and waved his hand up as if to gesture that this is what Fairy Tail is as the moment. Men and women both magical and not using their skills to construct a building that would house mages. Wooden planks and pillars along with stone foundations were being placed so as to make the skeleton of the hall. People riding up and down on the pullies with the building materials required while others simply levitated or teleported. He turned around to face the man that had helped him, even lifting his head up so as his face is a bit clearer. A smile crawling out of the white beard he possessed to show his gratitude. "I hope you find what you're looking for here. Many great and talented mages call this place home. And as thanks, I'll help you find the person you seek." he replied calmly and gently, or rather this is as happy of a reply Leo will show. He then approached the man with an extended arm for a gentlemanly handshake, fitting for two men. "Thank you again for help, Mr. uh...?" he said. Trailing off a bit in the end so as to give the marigold eyed man a chance to introduce himself.

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