by Mura Kensho 13th April 2021, 11:06 am
Mhm. The sewers had been scarcely visited by Mura himself in the past, mostly due to people fearing the presence of evil spirits gathering down here. For some reason, these gloomy tunnels and basins were popular among them, but after several years of chasing them out, the sewer channels provided safety for anyone curious enough to venture them… at least, it was the case before the arrival of Red Tusk. When did they arrive, anyway? They had been awfully nonexistent until today… perhaps a change in leadership? Were they planning something?
Either way, Mura led the way through the tunnels, floating across them in the middle and looking back on occasion to see if Nymara was following up. With the kind of magic that Akemi possessed, he wouldn’t be surprised to know that she could, say, chill inside his shadow and just jump out when they got to the fake wall… but she managed to do just fine following them without any crazy antics like that.
After a while, they finally got to the hotspot of troublemakers and their little hiding spot somewhere near the heart of Magnolia’s sewer system. The fake wall was standing tall in front of the crew, and at first, it was thought of by the Guildmaster that Nymara would just burn her way through… it wasn’t as if a wooden wall could stop a girl trained by a Fire Dragon. However, a more discreet passage was made possible for them by the other possessor of Dragon Magic in the vicinity; with her Shadow attribute, she swiftly paved the way through the fake wall, opened the barred door behind it as well as subdued a door guard, all at the same time. “Oooooooh… nice, Akemi...”
He wouldn’t want to alert anyone further ahead, so he kept his voice low until Nymara was up. She did raise her voice far more than him, but… huh, nothing happened just yet. Nymara was free to charge in without any upcoming counters.
And thus, she unfolded her violent prowess on the masses of Red Tusk members hurdled inside the cistern, raising the room temperature by tenfold of digits. These guys weren’t happy to see a wizard enter their cistern and wreak havoc wherever she went, and while watching Nymara throw hands and blazes at them – from his comfortable, cross-legged position atop a ruined wall – he also noticed the crumbling around them. She wanted to deal with all the bandits herself, and he would most certainly grant her request, but with a flickering of two hands pointing upwards, Mura channeled some of his Onmyōdō to control the old bricks holding this place together. His mana forced them back to their previous positions, rocking them back to place so that the room wouldn’t fall apart in a sudden crash.
Things began to take in weight once she faced the big guy wielding an anchor as some kind of morning star. He put up much more of a fight against her, actually pushing her to a corner at a few intervals… but damn, it felt as if that alone increased the heat emitting from her leaking flames. Mura could’ve sworn that her fighting style was identical to that of… of an old friend. Yeah, the grinning pushover from years ago, wielding the same magic as her once before.
Maybe Dragon Slayers inspired each other, whether it be intentional or not. The shaman had to admit that the magic used to sound like such a pushover back in the days, and he thought that it was too straightforward – at least in comparison to other types of magic. He had been a Guild Mage long enough to witness a myriad of different kinds of magic at this point, so he could allow himself to have thought that… but looking at it more and more recently, he began admiring it once again.
Dragon Slayer Magic was pretty cool, in the end. Maybe he should try and learn it one day… oh shi-
The huge hole leading up to a ‘Thank God’ empty street… sure brought back memories. Long ago, Fairy Tail was synonymous with collateral damage, and it was an issue that the Council had discussed with them for a very long time…
It wasn’t the biggest hole, for sho, but Nymara surely had things to work with concerning the wilderness of her Dragonfire.
She looked at him and asked for a confirmation. Mura had seen enough; her exhausted posture signaled a temporary limit of strength that she could output, she lashed her power around, and she was tenacious and, in a way, quite too naïve? Was that the right term?
Even so, Mura made a mental note… more like a promise. Nymara would get much stronger than this in the long run. Her Dragon Slayer Magic would and will take a jump among the ranks of Fairy Tail, transforming her from a street brawler to a plasmatic surge of heat in human flesh who, on any occasion, could unleash a tremor of fire and live up to their title as Dragon Slayer.
Right when she asked, he clapped his hands loudly. The hole would begin rebuilding itself with the fallen debris that floated up to fit onto where they once stood. In due time, the hole was completely covered; his Onmyōdō sure came in handy when it came to cleaning up. Still nested on top of the visually unstable wall, he nodded with a soft smile: “You remind me a lot of a certain Dragon Slayer... both in voice and action.” A vision of the 5th Master passed by his head as he said so, “... When you find your late ddraig, don’t hesitate in showing your later Guild Mark. For I think you fit right in...”
With a thrust, he launched himself off of the wall and planted his feet firmly on the gritty floor, stretching up and concluding the entrance exam. “Hey, your element is Fire, and you do look a little dry... here, eat this,” he offered her, raising his hand up in the air and conjuring a large fireball. It wasn’t too big – about 3 meters in diameter – but it was packed with pure mana which he sheared free of Hades’ energy... y-y’know, the energy that did annoying numbers on most Dragon Slayers. The rest of the beaten Red Tusk members were all handcuffed by iron clubs beaming up from the ground and bending around their wrists and shins.
They sure had a lot of stolen goods and items stored in here. Apart from the present mugs of wine, the safes stored with jewels, and the common furniture, there was also a huge storage room locked and shut by a round, enchanted gate. It smelled of all the world’s riches for some reason...
WC: 1,132
TWC: 12,817