Chapter 9 - Reunions

"Me?! Teach someone? HAH! You must be out of your mind!" Ur took a sip of her drink, before she grabbed some bread from a nearby plate.

"Oh come on, you must have someone on your mind. You always stare at them training!" The ace gave a mocking grin.

"That sounds rather funny out of context, don't you think?" It was the ice mage's turn to chuckle now. "But I have been thinking about it… sometimes."

"Oh really, who?" Ur was now curious at his answer.

"…Cana."

"Really, why Cana?" Gildarts had a downtrodden look on his face.

"She reminds me… of someone, can't really piece it together though." The ice mage had a contemplative look on her face, thoughts about the brunette running through her mind.

"Hmm, didn't she come to the guild because she was looking for her father after her mom died or something?" A scowl crawled up to frame. "Must be a real deadbeat to just up and leave someone like that." Gildarts had the same scowl on his face, being narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, and if I ever found out who it was, I'll give him a piece of my mind!"

"HaHa! He's as good as dead!" The two were now laughing again despite the subject.

Gildarts had a distant look on his face, as it reminiscing to times past.

"You know, I believe that," the auburn-haired man looked outside the door, just in time to spot tufts of white hair making their way towards the guild. "This generation… will accomplish great things."

Ur leaned back towards the counter, finishing the rest of her drink with a smile. "You know what? I think I agree."

"NNNNATTTSUUUUUUUUUU!" The voice of the master rang throughout the guild, causing the two veteran mages to laugh in tandem.

"They certainly will!"


Light God's Bellow… and punching and kicking?

Perhaps there wasn't really a point naming certain spells because they weren't even 'spells' in the first place. I mean really? Light God's punch and Light God's kick? That's like him screaming at the top of his lungs 'BENJIN STRIKE' when he's punching. Sure, saying spell names actually does help in control - I think? -, but naming a regular punch is basically just grabbing any semblance of surprise then throwing it straight up the window, plus it sounds absolutely retarded…

Well, regardless of that, he was making really good progress. Still couldn't use divine magic with his light-make spells though; but more importantly, he could probably hand Laxus' ass to him if they fought again. Benjin smiled. I'll put that prick straight into the ground!

Now, what was he doing again? Oh yes, he spent the whole morning punching sand, making him tired far quicker than usual, maybe because it's cloudy? Augh, no stamina boost there. Since he couldn't get his energy from the sun, then he had to stuff himself like regular people. In a civilized manner of course, not like a certain barbarian.


Benjin was now in front of the guild hall, with a slight push, he entered. Immediately, the blonde noticed new faces in the guild, his gaze landing on a familiar white-haired boy wearing… Huh. Benjin slightly widened his eyes, an approving look on his face from the well-tailored suit. Wow, didn't take that guy to be someone with class!

"BENJIN FIGHT ME!" Oh god please not now.

Benjin rolled his eyes, before dodging to the right, letting the lunging dragon slayer crash into the furniture, thankfully without flames. Walking towards the classy boy, Benjin greeted, "Hey you! Elf-man was it?" Elfman turned towards the blonde, eyes opening wider in recognition.

"You, I remember you…" The previously aggressive boy - although that was what, like two years ago? - spoke rather tamely, with maybe a slight touch of class? It was actually difficult to tell the difference.

The two walked towards each other, the other kids becoming slightly nervous, unsure of how their 'reunion' would turn out. Heh.

"You magnificent bastard!" Benjin began, slapping the boy on the back, hard, causing him to stumble. "How did you find this place?"

Elfman slouched slightly, before managing to straighten up. "We… just happened across here, I guess." The older teen turned towards the other kid that had been pacifying Natsu after he recovered, getting her attention.

"And you must be…" Benjin froze in place for several seconds, to the slight annoyance of the girl. Shit what the fuck is her name? "Carl?"

The girl pumped both her fists down, an angrily cute pout on her face. "Lisanna!"

"Heh, I was close!"

"I don't know, Carl doesn't seem remotely close to Lisanna…" Benjin turned towards Gray, a scowl on his face.

"Shut up Gray!"

Natsu immediately jumped in the conversation. "Yeah Shut up Gray!"

"Don't tell me to shut up lizard-breath!" And THERE'S the brawl.

Well, with Natsu and Gray rolling around and destroying the furniture, again, he wouldn't have to worry about it because this time, he had nothing to do with it. Which meant that, heh, he wouldn't have to pay for any damages!

Natsu owes what, 350,000J to the master already? And more than 80,000J to me… Seriously he's going to be broker than a rotten wood pole in a year.

Benjin looked around the guild, as if looking for something. Wasn't there three of them? The blonde felt a chill. Don't tell me… He turned back towards the suited boy, who had sat back down at a nearby table. "So uh, where's your other sister, um," Shit! Well at least I remembered ONE of them.

"Mirajane."

"She didn't, uh…" Benjin began, turning away uneasily, "die, or anything right?" The white-haired boy immediately stood up, frantically shaking his head.

"What!? Of course not, she's just doing some…" Elfman looked at the entrance, his entire demeanor drooping, "stuff, I guess…" Well, better than dead!

"Oh thank god! It would suck really bad if she got eaten or something and…" Benjin paused, looking at the two siblings that were glaring at him. "I'm just going to go over there," the blonde said, pointing at his usual seat to the side.

After a few seconds, Elfman addressed him one more time. "Hey." Benjin turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "On behalf of all of us, I just want to say… thanks." The blonde continued looking at the mini-gentleman in confusion. What did I even do?

"For what?"

"For," the white-haired boy began, glancing warmly at his sister, "showing up when you did, I guess…" Benjin began chuckling, to the younger boy's confusion.

"Hah! I just sprouted some random bullshit," the blonde began, grabbing some food from behind the counter, "coming here was all you!" Elfman simply smiled.

"Still, thank you…" Benjin looked back with a stoic expression, before smiling himself, all while reaching over to slap Elfman's back again.

"No problem." However lightly, the blonde felt a slap on his own back.


Later that day, Benjin began making his way back to the market corner. Augh, ripped again. Despite having multiple different sets of his robe, he was ripping them during training so often, that he basically was on his last one. This was especially a problem because the town tailors were so backed up he wouldn't get his other ones back for another week!

And I got charged 5,000J per set too!

Seriously, what a freaking rip off. You know what?! I'm going to do this myself!

Benjin immediately turned the corner to his usual path, making his way towards the bridge to get to the arts'n'crafts store on the other side of the city. Wait, is that Cana?

Just before the corner to the bridge, Benjin spotted the familiar brunette hiding behind a wall, as if she was… stalking someone. I'll get to the bottom of this!

The blonde surreptitiously snuck behind the girl, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Kya!" The startled brunette immediately covered her mouth, before ducking fully behind the wall. Yep she is stalking someone. Benjin peaked around the wall, just to see Natsu playing some sort of ball-catching game with Gildarts, who incidentally, just blew up the ball into a million pieces. Benjin got another glimpse of his silvery-grey aura. Damn, his magic is strong as ever…

"So uh… whatcha doing?" The colour of red rushed onto the card mage's cheeks as she pulled Benjin back into the cover, just missing Gildarts' gaze.

"Shhhh! Don't let him know we are here!"

Benjin smirked at the blushing girl. "Oh? Does someone have a crush on a certain dragon slayer?" No reaction from Cana. "Or is it," Now, Cana was visibly sweating, "a certain ace?"

"NO!" The girl instantly realized what she had done, again covering her mouth as her body trembled from the thought of being discovered.

"So it is Gil-" Benjin felt a hand clamp over his mouth just as he was about to continue.

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

"Eh, is someone there?" Gildarts voice was heard by both kids as Cana's eyes widened to the size of saucers, freezing her in place. Wow, is this seriously such a big deal? "Guess not, come on Natsu let's go get some lunch!" With that, the two mages left the bridge.

A sigh of relief escaped the brunette, immediately glaring at the blonde.

Benjin dismissively rolled his eyes at the girl. "Oh come on, it's not like you were discovered, Ms. I-have-a-crush-on-old-me-"

"I told you! It's NOT like that!" Cana was now visibly seething, causing Benjin to laugh at her expense. "…Stop laughing!"

"Alright, alright," The blonde wiped a small tear from his eye, before making his way towards the bridge. "I think I'm going to have a talk with Gildarts about som-"

"NO!" The frantic girl latched herself on the older teen, preventing him from moving.

Benjin was now pushing Cana's face with his hand, despite that, the girl was basically super glue to him. Holy hell, she is STRONG.

"RELAX! I'm not going to tell him about you stalking, god!" His words seemed to calm the brunette as her grip loosened, allowing Benjin to pry off the surprisingly strong girl.

"Promise?" The blonde rolled his eyes again, before sighing exaggeratingly, to the girl's irk.

"…Promise."

Just as Benjin turned to leave, Cana stopped him once again. "What?!"

"Do you… um," she began, unsure of how to proceed, augh… what is it now? "Do you have any books on crash?" Crash? Isn't that Gildarts' magic?

The blonde raised an eyebrow at the card mage. "Why would I have books on Crash?" Cana simply pouted in response.

"B-because Jellal said you had a bunch of books!" He ALSO forgot to mention that I put them all in the library a LONG time ago…

"Just go search the library," Benjin dismissed, turning around to make his way to the crafts store again, "If we got a book on it, it'll probably be there."

"Hmmf!" The brunette puffed, begrudgingly making her way to the guild. The blonde took one last glance at the girl's retreating figure, unconsciously glancing at her aura.

Silvery-grey… Benjin's eyes narrowed in thought, just like a certain someone.

Whatever, he could find out about that later, for now, craft store takes precedence!


"Meteor!" For weeks, Jellal had been trying to switch between the lunar spell, comet, and meteor mid flight. However, the speed required to do so, and remain flying, was absolutely ludicrous.

"Comet!" Instantly, the golden glow of meteor died down to create a myriad of flashing silver lights, before Jellal's form skewed, becoming nearly translucent. SHIT!

Argh, he hated gravity! There was barely two seconds between the switch and he still wasn't able to keep upright. The mage scowled. If this was a real fight, he would have gotten smashed straight to the ground by anyone with good aim. True to that statement, neither of his blonde rivals would deny the chance to punish his error.

Even though he hasn't truly learned Lunar Heavenly Body Magic, he knew how the magic worked, and knew how it felt. But to use both at the same time?! That was absolutely ludicrous! Just switching back and forth was difficult enough, but this? It was basically looking right and left at the same time! Well I mean if I had a 90 degree mirror… Even then! Where could he find his 90 degree mirror? There had to be something he was missing.

What if he tried to use Solar on one hand, and lunar on the other? Then mix them together in the middle, GENIUS!

The blue-haired mage smiled to himself, eager to try out his new idea.

Focusing into his magic, Jellal felt different forms of his magic began coalescing into his arms. Looking down, the teen noticed that his hands had visible auras, one dull grey, and one bright gold. Perfect!

The mage smashed his palms together, expecting a revelation, it was anything but.

Wha-

*BOOM*

A resounding explosion rocked the entire area of forest he was in. An unstable sphere of light completely engulfed the blue-haired mage, knocking him unconscious instantly.


Okay let's try this again!

"CRASH!" Nothing.

Cana sighed, wiped some sweat from her brows. She had been here for hours, why couldn't she get it? Maybe she should just give up? There was no way she would get S-Class now… A scowl crept up to her visage as she thought of a certain blonde. Augh, why did he have to show up! I was going to tell… okay maybe not, but I was almost discovered!

Just thinking about it made her mad! A few seconds later, the brunette slumped against the chair she stood out from, dropping her arms limply to the side.

"Whyyyyyy can't I get this card to work…!" She knew whining didn't really do anything, but she was soooo frustrated! It took her half a day just to find the book, Benjin has literally ZERO organizational skills. Why would he put it in the cooking section? Just why?

Maybe she should just stick to her regular combos… no! Cana puffed up her chest in determination. I'll get it for sure! Then after that, she would use it in the next S-Class exams, impress him, then finally tell him what she wanted to!

The brunette sighed again, before taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. One last try, then I'm going to go do something else…

"CRASH!" Finally, a small magic circle appeared, before slowly disintegrating the card. YES! Wait, no! The brown-haired girl frantically snapped out of her moment after realizing her tarot card was disappearing! This was a limited edition, no! Stop!

Try as she might, it would only take another minute before the whole thing was gone. Once again, Cana slouched backwards, a crestfallen expression on her face.

"Whyyyyyyyyyy…"


Okay now, where is Gildarts?

Benjin saw the man in question earlier today in the guild. Not only that, he was pretty sure he returned from his mission so he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Now where could he be…?

Of all the times he wished he could see through buildings. He thought he would be able to find the auburn-haired man by just trying to find a pillar of magic in the middle of town, but apparently, aura's don't work like that!

Hmm, maybe at a bar? That man is drinking every hour of the day, telling whether or not if he was sober or drunk is basically impossible.

Crescent moon tavern…

The blonde entered a relatively old looking lodge with shutter doors. Benjin walked inside, causing a floorboard to creak rather loudly, attracting the attention of everyone inside.

"Hey! You can't be here!"

Benjin turned towards the man, waving him off. "Relax, I'm just looking for someone!"

The man, who was disgruntled as they got, simply turned back and drank the rest of his mug. "Well carry on then!"

Well he's not here, maybe the one across town?

The Voracious Fish…

That was a rather stupid name for a bar if he was truly being honest… but still no Gildarts.

Richard's Bar…

Okay, nice and simple, and he knew Gildarts frequented this place for some sort of 'import' from another continent. Ah ha! There he is!

"So I was inside the washroom, a piece of meatloaf hanging from my pants and my toe stuck in the drain, then I said-"

"Gildarts!" The tipsy man turned towards Benjin, who grabbed a seat nearby the ace.

Taking another swig, Gildarts bang his mug on the table, causing a loud thud. "Ehh? Why are you here? Aren't you like 14?" Despite saying that, the ace actually grabbed another mug and slid it to where Benjin was sitting.

Catching the mug by reflex, the blonde took a sip, causing him to widen his eyes. What the hell? This actually tastes pretty freaking awesome!

"Guess you like cider, huh?" Chuckling, the ace gulped down the rest of his drink, before gesturing the bartender to bring him another mug.

"Cider?" Benjin looked back down at the greenish liquid, before pointing at Gildarts' own mug, "and what's that, whiskey again?"

"Nah, I just got back from a mission, so I'm taking it light with the drinking… it's just mead." Light drinking. Mead. Light Drinking. This man must have some sort of divine liver to be able to drink… one, two, three, ten? - TEN full massive mugs of mead and say it's light drinking?!

Taking another massive gulp, the man began, "So what you here for?"

Benjin took a swig of his own drink, once again smiling at the sweet flavour, before addressing the ace. "Just wanted to ask you some things."

Gildarts raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What things?"

"Well," he began, juggling the questions in his mind, "for starters, how you got so insanely strong."

The auburn-haired man gave another hearty chuckle, putting his finger and thumb on his chin in thought. "Hmm…" The ace was now making some weird faces as he continued to think. "Hmm… now that I think about it, I had always been strong." …Right.

"What?" Benjin put on a face of exasperated curiousity. "What about diet, training schedule, magical exercises, stress handling, and-"

"Whoa there, slow down," Gildarts put his palm up, silencing the boy, "why do you want to be strong anyway?" Benjin looked away, averting the older man's gaze. For so many reasons…

The blonde lit up, an idea in his head. "So I can become S-Class."

"S-Class huh…" The ace set down his drink, a contemplative look on his face. "From what I've seen, you're already pretty strong for your age."

Benjin's eyes slightly widened. "Really?"

"Yep, combat and magic wise, I would say you already got a pretty good chance in the next exams." Gildarts ruffled the blonde's hair, messing it up, to the teen's irritation. "Not only that, you also got a good head on your shoulders." So what am I lacking then?

"And?"

"S-Class is not just about punching harder than the others you know, as Laxus would like to believe," Benjin didn't even notice while Gildarts was talking, but the man had added three more mugs to his ever-growing stack. My god… "You also need to have some sort of leadership experience." Leadership?

Benjin had never thought about it, but the more he did, the more that statement rang true. What he had to do could not be done alone, which means somewhere down the line, he had to lead. But how do you even do that?

Gildarts saw the intense thinking session on the blonde, before lightly chuckling to himself. "Tell you what," the older man set down a pile of bills, gulped down the last mug and began walking towards the entrance, "take some of the kids with you on a group mission next chance you get, it'll be a good bonding experience!" Group mission? Huh…

Suddenly his thoughts darted towards his experience with Cana a couple weeks back, specifically their auras. "Gildarts wait!" The man stopped his exit, looking back at the blonde.

"Huh? What?"

"Is Cana your daughter?" The man seemed to make a choking sound from the sudden question, before bursting out laughing.

"Hah! Of course not! I'd think I would know if I had a daughter, in this guild no less!" And with that, the slightly disgruntled man left, leaving Benjin to his thoughts. But I really thought… ahh whatever I don't care anyway.

Benjin chugged the rest of his drink as to not waste it, before standing up to leave himself. As soon as he did so, he felt his head spin and he was stumbling around just to stay standing. ? What the fuck?! The blonde founds his movements become more exaggerated than usual, it took way more effort just to hold his balance. Seriously, what the fuck is this?

"Hah! First time?" Benjin turned towards the voice on the side, seeing a rather large man, hairless and bearded.

"Whuuuut?" The teen's answer only served to start a wave of laughter around the whole establishment. Whatever I'm outta here!

Painstakingly, the blonde wobbled his way out of the bar, and collapsed on a nearby bed of grass.


Argh, my head.

What the hell was that? The moment he stood up he basically turned into Natsu on a wagon and just dropped. It was like his brain decided to just shut down within seconds. Was that the cider? No way…

What time is it anyway? Wait… where even am I? The blonde looked over the room, which was still spinning, and he noticed that it was the same infirmary he found himself in the very first time he set foot in the guild.

Please, PLEASE don't tell me everyone found out!

Okay, no big deal, he'll just casually walk out and say he tripped or something, not like anyone will know he basically downed after a single mug of cider! Damn, he'll never hear the end of it!

As he walked out, he saw quite a few holes in the wall as well as dozens of eyes turn towards him, giving the teen taunting stares before Jellal spoke.

"Look who decided to show up! Had a fun night, best buddy?" What?

Benjin groggily sat down in his seat, grabbing a cup of water then gulping it down. "Ugh," Okay slightly better… "What are you even talking about? The fuck even happened last night?" Most of the kids turned towards him, surprise on their faces.

"Wait, you don't remember?"

Benjin gulped down another cup of water, trying to drink away the fuzziness. "…No?" Okay, what the FUCK did I do?!

Most of the people in the 'kids' corner, as well as some of the adults on the side, began laughing, to Benjin's annoyance.

"Okay, can someone tell me what the hell happened last night?!"

The blonde felt a slap in his back as the laughter subsided. Turning behind him, he saw Elfman laughing along with the rest of the kids, bringing a slight smile to Benjin's face. Well, glad he's getting along at least.

"You began hugging everyone, crying your eyes out, then started telling them how much you love them!" His words instantly made the blonde's face go red, his eye widened in nervousness as the gravity of what he did was realized. Don't tell me…

Benjin turned towards a certain pink-haired dragon slayer, who shot him a glare. "…Even Natsu?"

The white-haired girl, not-Carl, who sat beside said Dragon Slayer, spoke, "Especially Natsu!" God Damnit.

The blonde gave the group a deadpan look, memories of last night coming back before walking towards the entrance.

"NATSU, YOU'RE LIKE MY RETARDED LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVE YOU MAN!" A horrendously drunken blonde, who had a disgruntled smile on his visage, latched onto the pink-haired dragon slayer, ruffling his hair and giving him a noogie the poor boy couldn't escape form.

"Well it was nice knowing you guys but I think it's time to go off myself…" Just as he walked passed them, he felt someone tug at his sleeves. Lisanna?

"Oh come on! It's not that bad," she began, dragging him back to the group, "besides, it's nowhere as bad as what happened after you went to my sister!" No… Benjin widened his eyes, another set of memories coming in.

"Heyyy, what you doing here by yourself?" The light mage wobbled to the lonesome girl sitting in the corner, getting her attention.

The girl simply spared the boy a single glance, widening her eyes before turning away. "Nothing… go away."

"…Nah, you're coming to have some FUN!" Benjin suddenly picked up the girl from the back, seizing her by the stomach and walking back towards the other kids.

"Hey! Put me down!" The hooded girl began flailing her limbs all around, before finally managing to kick Benjin right in between the legs, causing him to drop the poor girl.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEE!" The blonde screeched loudly and began rolling around the floor, beams of his magic suddenly launching all around the guild, forcing everyone to duck for cover.

"MY WHISKEY!"

Benjin looked like he was having some sort of existential crisis, before getting slapped in the back again. "Oof!"

"Yep, Gildarts knocked you out right after that, boy he was mad!" The blonde looked at Gray, who was in his boxers again. At this point, he might as well just draw on clothes...

"Heh, one thing I know about that old man is you don't fuck with his alcohol!"

This time, Benjin joined in on the laughter all around, before his gaze landed on a certain lonesome corner. Shit, maybe I should apologize to her… Last thing he needed was for him to come off as some sort of disgruntled drunk - god knows we have enough of those in the guild…

The blonde walked from the kid corner, causing Erza to call out at him. "Don't bother trying, she doesn't talk to anyone but her siblings…" Still…

Ignoring Erza, Benjin sat down on the bar stool beside the hood girl. "Hey." The girl gave Benjin a short glance, before turning away, ignoring his presence. "So uh…" the blonde began, hesitating at his next words, "I just wanted to apologize for um… yesterday." Ignored again.

Benjin looked over the girl's shoulder, seeing the same demonic aura on her arm. It's STILL there? "Still got that eyeball arm?" The girl suddenly flinched, retreating further into her cloak. "I'm guessing that's a yes?"

She banged the counter with her 'normal' arm, still turned away. "What do you want from me!"

If the blonde was shocked by her sudden outburst, he didn't let it show. "…How come you're sitting in the corner?"

"That's… none of your business! Go away!"

Benjin looked back at the other white-haired kids, who glanced over at his direction, or - her - direction, with a forlorn expression. "Why aren't you with your siblings?"

The girl finally turned to face him, her face contorted in anger. "Because, it's none of your business!" Yeesh…

"It's the demon arm isn't it?" No reply, followed by a shift to face him with her side. "I still remember those villagers, straight unhelpful assholes they were." Still no reply.

Benjin gave a closer look at the girl, noticing that tears were dripping down the side of her chin. Shit, she's crying! What do I do now? Wait I know!

The blonde suddenly had a boastful look on his face, unknowingly about to say something stupid. "You want to know what happened the last time I saw a demon?"

"…" This time, the girl slightly turned back, slightly curious.

"I blasted a hole through its chest!" Suddenly, the girl jumped back out of her seat, eyes widened in fear. Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say…

"Okay, okay!" Benjin began, putting his hands up in an effort to calm her, "just… ignore that, I won't blast a hole in your chest, promise!" His words did nothing to alleviate the frightened girl.

A few more moments passed, the hooded girl finally sat back down, albeit three stools away. "Listen, what I'm trying to say is…" Benjin looked directly into the girl's eyes, "you," he pointed a finger at her, "are not a demon." No reply again.

Benjin gestured to a certain blue-haired teen talking with a redhead. "See him? That's Jellal," Benjin stood up and sat two stools closer. "He was with me when we fought a gigantic black demon called a Balrog," the blonde put hands on the side of his head, mimicking horns, "it had the biggest, sharpest, most horrible looking horns ever!" Now, he had her attention, despite her silence.

"And you know what?"

Benjin was happy to hear a reply, however meek. "…What?"

"It looked nothing like you."

The girl wiped her eyes with a sleeve, finally looking at the blonde. "Really?"

Benjin chuckled, to the girl's annoyance. "The fact you even have to ask that is retarded!" All he received was glare in response.

"Okay, but in all seriousness, you look like you can't even step on a puppy, let alone slash me with a giant flaming sword." Silence, followed by a confused look, causing Benjin to roll his eyes. "Real demon stuff." The blonde stood up, finished with his little 'talk.'

"Listen, I'm not going to force you to talk to them," the white-haired girl's glare intensified, right… "Even though I literally tried to do that yesterday…" Benjin put a hand behind his head in embarrassment, "but anyways! Just… try, okay?"

"…"

"I mean sure, none of them have ever seen a demon, but if you ask Jellal," Benjin pointed to the blue-haired teen again, before walking back to the kid corner, "he'll probably tell you the same thing."

On the subject of demons, are there such things as a demon slayer? I mean there's Dragon Slayer, God Slayer, there has got to be other ones… maybe even MONKEY slayer magic.

"Wow, big sis actually talked to you!" Benjin snapped out of his thoughts, facing the cute white-haired girl with a bowl-cut.

"Between you and me, I think I scared her a little bit…" Looks of confusion were spread around all the other kids.

"How come?" The light mage looked at Erza, who asked the question.

"I was like, the last time I saw a demon I blasted a hole through its chest."

Jellal abruptly stood up, getting into Benjin's face. "WHAT?! Why would you even tell her about that?"

The blonde shoved the blue-haired teen back, to his irk. "Shut up! It just slipped out!"

"Okay," Jellal began, pausing with his hands up, "I knew you were stupid, but this is something else entirely." Benjin didn't bother retorting, he simply responded by socking the other teen straight in the jaw.

And with that, the guild was brawling again.

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Chapter 9 Done! Next Chapter: First-Time Leader

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