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"Oi, you bastard, picking a fight with me hah?!"
"What was that, flame-brain? You wouldn't even know if someone was trying to fight or talk!"
"I don't want to be told that by you, stripper!"
"What'd you call me, HUH?!"
"Stupid, idiotic stripper!"
"DIE!"
July 7, X800
The Fiore Kingdom. A neutral country with a population of 17 million. It is a world of magic. Magic is bought and sold there like anything else, and is deeply ingrained in the people's lives. There are even some who make a living using magic. These people are referred to as wizards. These wizards belong to many different guilds and accept jobs brought to them. There are many guilds in this kingdom, and there's a certain wizard guild in a certain town… A guild from which countless legends were once born—nay one that will continue to create legends well into the future. Its name…
"Bastard. You have some arrogance, injuring a member of my guild."
"Don't go scooting your fiery butt in the way of every one of our jobs!"
Two men stood, glaring at each other. Behind each stood a crowd of rowdy mages. The citizens of the town had long since fled the area. Crowds of mages flooded the streets as they shouted and taunted each other, nearly at each other's necks. Soft flashes of different colored light shone from the crowd as wizards on both sides activated their magic. But even though they had converged to almost one, there was a thin line separating the two. And even though they itched to launch themselves at the nearest enemy, no one landed a single blow. Each and every mage was merely waiting.
The two men stood within centimeters of each other now, pure rage upon their faces. And it wasn't a basic heat of the moment rage, but hatred ingrained deeply inside of them from the very first time they laid eyes upon each other. Head bowed, the dark-haired figure slowly drew his right fist to the palm of his left hand, the tip of his left pinky just barely brushing against his hip. In response, the pink-haired figure drew back his right fist, flame encircling it. The two's gazes met for an instant. At the exact same moment, they each started moving, he with his flames and he with his ice. A moment later, the two crowds surged together. All hell broke loose.
The first blow was dealt.
Fairy Tail. But the great legend of Fairy Tail has passed and the once great guild has been torn apart by time and its greatest domestic rivalry. The 3rd and 6th master of Fairy Tail was finally forced to retire from age and sickness. The new 7th master is the great Titania, Erza Scarlet. The other two members of Fairy Tail's strongest team left the guild and all their friends behind to become the founders and masters of two new guilds: Fiarsin and Railt. The warring guilds.
"The warring guilds again?"
"Yeah, this time they really did a lot of damage to the town."
"The road has been completely destroyed."
"My shop was demolished too!"
"What's the Magic Council doing?"
"I've heard even the Magic Council can't do anything about them."
"Eh? Really? Are they that powerful?"
"Yeah, yeah! It's a miracle this town is still standing."
"Hey, both the masters are from Fairy Tail. What's Fairy Tail doing about this?"
"God knows, it doesn't look like they've been doing much."
"Well, either way, having three guilds in one city is just too much."
"I wonder how much longer this city is going to last."
Gray Fullbuster, master of Railt, wielder of Ice Make Magic. He was the first of the two to leave. Unable to stand his rival any longer, he created his own guild for peace. Mages soon flocked to his guild, eager for his power. Railt soon became one of the strongest guilds in all of Fiore, second to only Fairy Tail. Gray Fullbuster became a legend. But that was when Magnolia was still at peace.
"Oi, you okay?" The raven-haired man rushed hurriedly between mages. They had returned to their guild after the battle having dealt severe damage, but receiving even more. He himself was heavily bandaged, his bandages already stained red. But no one doubted nor tried to stop the concern he had for the rest of his guild.
"Yeah… I'm okay. It doesn't hurt that bad…" The young mage broke off, wincing as he swayed, the world turning fuzzy and dark. Gray quickly caught the mage, helping support him as he stumbled to a bench.
"You should be resting. These are some serious injuries," Gray murmured as he quickly set to work having picked up some skill in the medical field in the past years.
"You too… Master," the wizard choked out, wincing as Gray tended his wounds.
"Idiot. This is what I'm here for." Gray soon finished and stared down at the wizard. He was furious. But deep down, he also regretted. Why had he gotten so many people involved? This was just a trivial fight between him and Natsu that had gone on for years and years. But now it had turned to war.
"Your shirt, Master," the wizard smiled as he whispered the words. Stiffly, he raised a hand and brushed his fingers against Gray's bare chest where Railt's guild mark stood proudly. Gray smiled softly but painfully back. He gently took the man's hand and squeezed it softly in anger before setting it down on the bench.
As retaliation against the threat Railt proved to Fairy Tail, Natsu left Fairy Tail as well. He started Fiarsin and became a widely known Master. He gathered together a strong guild united by the bonds of friendship and family. Truly, it was a second Fairy Tail. But its goal wasn't just to become strong but to become stronger than Railt. An encounter during a job was all that was needed for the fighting to start again. And Magnolia was thrown into chaos.
"That bastard, Gray!" Natsu howled. He glared around at all his injured guildsmen. Even injured, they cheered energetically with him. By now, injuries had been tended to and everyone was simply relaxing and recovering in the guild.
As he glanced about, Natsu felt the responsibility of a guild master. Every single death, his fault. Every single broken bone his fault. Every single wound, his fault. Every single drop of blood, his fault. This was what it meant bearing the name of "Master."
"We'll get him back for this!" Natsu howled at the ceiling of his guild. A roar of fire shot up and spread out under the ceiling. The stone resisted his fiery rage. Pained chuckles spread throughout the guild.
"Yeah!" They cheered again in a more playful manner. Even after all this time, he hadn't lost his robust, fiery nature. Even with the responsibility of a guild upon his shoulders, he was still as carefree as ever. Yet sometimes, he felt the overwhelming pressure. And sometimes, especially at times like this, it overwhelmed him.
He stood, glaring in the direction of Railt. And as if feeling his gaze, Gray glared back. Despite the distance that separated them, they could feel each other's rage. Despite everything obstructing their view of each other, they could practically see each other.
Surely, not a single bond was greater.
They fight, Flame and Ice.