Fairy Tail Fanfic. Welcome to my 18th Story on my Page. Now this is set around after they came from the other world, but this timeline, the Island never happened, it has yet to come, but they have knowledge of what a God Slayer is. New Allies, New enemies, lets see what happens!
It was a sunny day in Magnolia City, the city itself was bustling with life, as the citizens were enjoying the weather and the market. Traders and visitors had come from other cities and villages. Some people had come to see the famous Fairy Tail Guild that had been redecorated and upgraded. A group of travellers came back cart with soldiers from the army walking beside them. It held something precious and was heading towards the Guild. They went past the citizens, and down the streets, which was a bad idea. Since there were many people in Magnolia who were criminals and crept out of their alleys and hiding places and followed the cart with stealth.
As the cart drew nearer, the size of the people around it had grown larger over the course of an hour. Something was happening and as the cart drove in, the people allowed it to pass through. The horse driver looked forward and was not entirely surprised at what was transpiring in front of him.
Fairy Tail was conducting a fighting tournament for new and old wizards to fight the Guild's members to win money and prizes. There was a fight of a tanned wizard who was using Multiply Magic, which allowed him to clone himself five times and attack. He was against a dark blue haired individual who was only wearing trousers and sandals. The individual placed a fist over his palm and shouted.
"Ice Make – Dancing tendrils," he shouted. From his hand and around him, ice formed and whips and columns of ice flew towards each clone and the original. As each column hit, it froze its target. The fight was over, when a short old man stepped forward and commenced its end. The horse driver knew the old man, as being the Fairy Tail Guild Master, Makarov.
"Next fight will be our Own Salamander versus the East Dragon Priests and West Dragon Priestess," he said. The horse driver was surprised, they were placing against the Salamander, men and women who followed the style of the martial art; Dragon Fist, who were now going to fight against a real Dragon Slayer. The Salamander was a pink haired spiky individual, who was wearing black shorts, black sandals, black jacket and a white scarf.
"This is going to fun, bring it!" shouted the Dragon Slayer. His opponents were three men and three women who were wearing priest and priestess clothes, with the men wearing high hats and the women wearing cloths over their faces. The first male stepped forward and took off his hat off and put a wooden mask over his face. The design of the mask was of a blue dragon, which after he placed the mask, he took a stand, right foot in front of the other, left fist forward and his right arm back. Natsu looked at him oddly but smiled, motioning for his opponent to attack. The man stepped forward, and opened his hand, making his hand posture similar to a claw. He burst forward, leaving a dent in the ground. He was already at Natsu and swung his right fist forward intending to hit Natsu in the head. But Natsu at the vital moment turned his body to dodge it. Natsu brought his fist forward and slammed the man in the chest, catapulting him back towards his group. The man barrel rolled and came to a stop. He stood up and looked forward seeing Natsu already above him and slamming a fist down on him. The man was slammed into the ground and his teeth were broken from the force. Natsu jumped back because the other two men swung their legs towards Natsu. Natsu smiled at them from a distance.
"So you use fists, but I can feel heat from you," he said smiling. The two men helped their friend and all three charged at Natsu. Natsu smiled and pushed forward. He suddenly stopped just before them and turned his body. He swung his foot and hit the first one with it, catapulting him backwards. The other two stopped but not quick enough as Natsu thrust both his fists into them. They were also sent flying back. Natsu smiled and heard the crowd cheer for him. He smiled and looked towards the three men, who had taken out weapons from under their clothes.
"Are you weak or strong?" he asked them. He got his answer, as all three vanished from sight and sound booms were heard around the arena. Natsu could not follow them with his eyes as he was cut slightly every time. He got annoyed a minute later and bellowed a great roar, which pierced the crowd's hearing. The three priestesses jumped back and were amazed.
"You are a strong one, where did you learn that roar?" they asked him. Natsu looked at them, annoyed they didn't know who he was.
"Um, a dragon," he said to them. The women were in awe, but used that break in concentration to throw throwing knives towards Natsu. Natsu with ease dodged them and sighed.
"Okay, no Mr. Nice guy, I played fair since you were women," he said. He slammed his hands together and an engulfing flame surrounding him and a magic circle appearing with the gap of both fists.
"Fire Dragon Breath," he said, as he placed both hands in front of his mouth and increased the size of his cheeks. He then blew from his mouth a spark, that increased and creating a large amount of fire that spread and headed towards the women. The women stepped back not knowing what to do.
The horse driver had taken his cloak by this time and was wearing dark red armour. He looked around and watched the three men who had been down, get up and race towards to stand in front of the women. The first man slammed his hands together and placed them in front of himself. The second and third man did the same as the first.
"Trinity Fire Barrier," they all said in unison. Together they formed a magic seal, which formed into wall of red fire that stopped the breath of fire from Natsu. They smiled as they had stopped it, but gasped when they saw it vanishing, as it was being eaten by Natsu. As he finished, there was no fire wall left.
"Nice, that was a tasty lunch, thanks for the fire," he said. They looked at him amazed. Through their thoughts were questioning if the person they were looking for who was the essence of a dragon was their opponent. Before their question could be answered, all six of them were swept by a force of a fire dragon's wings blowing them away and thus making them lose.
Makarov stepped forward and declared the match finished, and smiled, as the crowd clapped. Natsu walked over to the priests and asked them something.
"When was the last time you saw a dragon?" he asked them. They looked at him and answered. Natsu confirmed his question, as it seemed all dragons vanished on one day. The priests and priestesses asked him.
"Were you trained by a Dragon? Can you teach us? Would you like to come back with us?" they asked him, begging him to be truthful. Natsu looked at them.
"Yes, No and No, sorry, I am part of this Guild, and you can only be taught by the master himself," he said. He walked off back to the other members and sat down to the dark haired individual with no shirt on.
"Ah that was easy," he said. A girl with blond hair was sitting next to him. She was wearing a blue tank top with a blue skirt.
"Natsu why were you so mean to the girls?" she asked him. Natsu looked at her and smiled.
"It's okay, they were strong and fast, don't worry Lucy," he said.
The horse driver or guard brushed him off some dirt that was on his armour and looked towards Makarov. He was about to head towards him, but stopped as he watched a crowd citizen walk to Makarov. The guard was Sir Arthur Cunningham, a strong army general in the Magic Council Army. He knew magic, but rarely used it, since his Magic Type was Plant Type, and he mostly used it for stealth. Arthur looked towards the citizen who was dressed in a black cloak, that covered his whole body, his hands just visible, and he was wearing big black boots. His head was also covered, with just a small part of his white and green hair showing. It was easily a male, form his posture and his stature. Makarov looked towards Natsu and called him over and Natsu seemed to smile and go to his point. The cloaked man walked over to his point and stood idly. Makarov took a microphone and spoke into it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the last fight of the day," he said. The crowd cheered, but they knew they could come tomorrow and see it again.
"Our own Salamander, Natsu versus Obelisk," he said. The crowd cheered but questioned who was Obelisk. Natsu took his stance and as Makarov shouted the word for commencing, he burst forward to throw a punch at the cloaked man.
"Boo," shouted Natsu. He threw his fist, but the cloaked man moved his head and the punch missed. The man brought up his finger and touched Natsu's chest with it. Natsu, in that split second, felt a force hitting him, which catapulted him back. He flew into a wall and made quite a dent. Everyone gasped and was surprised by what this Obelisk person had done.
The cloaked man, who had called himself Obelisk, seemed to retract his hand and waited for his opponent to stand up. Natsu did not understand, but got up and got fired up. He ran at the Obelisk person once more. He threw a barrage of punches and kicks, but each time, they were about to hit Obelisk, he seemed to move his head or body out of the way, not moving from his original position. Natsu then jumped in the air and slammed down his fist. Obelisk stepped back and brought forward his hand and with the same finger pressed against Natsu's chest. Natsu was once again catapulted backwards, but this time stronger and with much force that pushed a few people back from the gust of the air. Natsu slammed into the same dent and broke through. He had broken through a house. He stood up and appeared through the hole in the house, bleeding from his chest.
Sir Arthur was confused, he had never seen a style of magic or fighting style that involved one finger attacks, which could push an A or S Class Mage back. It would mean this Obelisk person was an S-Class Mage himself or higher. Arthur did not know of such a mage, unless he was part of a Dark Guild. He looked towards Makarov and stepped towards him, but he was stopped by a large white haired man, who he knew was Elfman, a powerful mage who had a Magic called Take Over.
"No one can see the Master while the fight is going, Master is in deep fight and Men fight with fists, Natsu should know that," he said. Arthur was confused, but knew when to step back.
Makarov looked at Natsu then at Obelisk. Where have I see that move and strength? He thought.
Natsu was about to attack, but he looked forward as in front of him stepped a yellow haired spiky individual, who was wearing spiky headphones, he was wearing black jeans, black shoes, a green jacket with fur coat around him. This was Laxus, a powerful S- Class Mage and also the grandson of Makarov. He cracked his neck and looked at Obelisk.
"I am going to wipe your face with my fists and destroy you for hurting Natsu, only I can do that," he said. Laxus had changed and had come back for a final farewell before travelling once again. Laxus cracked his fists together and sneered. He knew that speed would be vital. He flicked his fingers and his body charged with lightning surrounded his legs and arms. He burst forward, charging towards Obelisk, but instead forward, he zigzagged to side to side and appeared behind Obelisk. He thrust his fist forward, but as he did, he hit nothing. He looked forward and Obelisk had turned round and was standing in front of Laxus. Laxus saw the speed of Obelisk move his fingers and press his two fingers against the chest of Laxus. Laxus felt a force, which pushed him back. He slid to a stop. The force was powerful enough to push him back. He really wanted to know who this ass was. He slammed his fists together, that charged both up with lightning. He thrust both fists forward, which creates a burst of lightning fists that headed towards Obelisk. The actual attack was speed and damage, and since it was lightning it moved at lightning speed. Nothing could move faster than lightning, he knew that and knew his opponent would know that.
Obelisk vanished from his spot as the lightning fists flew past into him. Obelisk appeared behind Laxus. Laxus turned his body to react to Obelisk. As he did, Obelisk appeared closer to him. Laxus looked down and saw Obelisk press three fingers against his chest. The force he felt next catapulted him back into the same house, Natsu had flown into. He made a dent in the wall. He slammed to the ground and was helped up by Natsu.
"What the hell is he?" was the questions that circulated around the crowd. The members of the Guild were also horrified that Natsu, even Laxus had been made mince meat of by this stranger, Obelisk. Laxus looked at Natsu and nodded to him. Both stood up and walked towards their opponent. But both stopped when they saw a change in their opponent's posture. Obelisk had slumped over, with his arms loose.
"My turn," he said in a terrifying tone. Obelisk burst forward at such a speed, that he appeared before Laxus and Natsu. He had his arms outwards from himself and slammed both the sides of his arms into the chests of Natsu and Laxus. Both mages were catapulted back into a wall. As they had hit the wall, they coughed up blood. Obelisk stood idly. Obelisk walked back to his spot.
Laxus and Natsu got up and both growled and cursed.
"Damn this, I am taking off my limiter," they both said. Laxus took off his headphones and slammed them against the ground, breaking them. From his body, lightning engulfed around him, Natsu did the same, but he took off a bracelet and he was engulfed in dark red and yellow flames that erupted around him. It seemed for these battles, Makarov had placed limiters on Laxus and Natsu. Now the battle would seem one sided, Sir Arthur, the crowd and the rest of the Guild Members knew that Obelisk was done for.
"No holding back," both Laxus and Natsu said. Natsu slammed his fists together and placed them in front of his mouth. A blast of more fire that anyone would ever imagine came from his mouth, the form created a dragon of flames, with its own wings of flames. Laxus did the same, but fired a bolt of lightning into the flaming dragon. In reaction his lightning blast mixed with the flaming dragon to create a white flamed dragon that was moving at lightning speed.
"White Lightning Dragon," said Natsu and Laxus in unison. It was something powerful and everyone knew it was overkill. As it got closer, Arthur swore he saw Obelisk smile. Obelisk made a stance, which made the ground break under him. He slammed his fist forward, but changed the hand shape into a spear shape. As the spear shape hand thrust itself into the white lightning dragon, the dragon suddenly dispersed and broke in two, turning into nothing but air. And suddenly there was dead silence.
Everyone was contemplating what had transpired in front of them. A man by the name of Obelisk had bare handed pushed Laxus and Natsu to take of their limiters and now had taken down a sync attack from both of them. Natsu fell to his knees, pissed off, but also fear. But he stood up, with the help of Laxus, who was laughing from the attack they had lost. Both stepped forward, but where stopped by Makarov. Makarov smiled and sighed.
"This match goes to the stranger, Obelisk," he said. Natsu and Laxus looked at their master or grandfather.
"Why master? We could of beaten him," said Natsu, with Laxus agreeing with him. Makarov looked at them and then pointed at Obelisk.
"You took off your limits, which man in front of you has got three limiters on him," he said. Natsu and Laxus were in awe. Arthur was in complete awe and a little fear that there was a mage who seemed to be the strength of a Wizard Saint. The crowd knew it was time to leave and walked away, leaving the only people at the Guild, the members of the guild itself, Sir Arthur and his division group and the stranger Obelisk.
"Obelisk, why don't you show your true face," said Makarov. Natsu and Laxus looked towards as Obelisk took off his hood. Under the hood was a light and green haired young man, with a closed right eye and a green coloured eye. He had a scar over his closed eye. He was also wearing glasses that were dark red tinted reading glasses. Natsu stepped back and cursed.
"Well that's why I was losing and why I knew I remembered you," he said. Laxus sighed and scratched his head. He began walking away.
"I am not going to beat this ass," he said walking into the Guild. Sir Arthur was confused as were some of the newer members. Makarov looked towards the new members.
"This man in front of you is an SS-Class Mage, by the name of Obelisk Blackadder, the Storm Titan" he said. Sir Arthur knew that title and sighed. Makarov smiled, and welcomed Obelisk into the Guild for a drink.
So ladies and gentlemen what do you think?