Chapter 17 - The Need for Strength
Decided to do a little more transition to the magic training arc, which should only be about two chapters.
Hope you guys like the battle between Benjin and Laxus!
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"Lightning Dragon's…"
"Light God's…"
As the two spells readied to battle against each other, Benjin suddenly felt his power leaving him. WHAT! NO! Not now!
"Roar!" The beam of magic from before rushed at Benjin, while his own began dissipating into the air. Why?! I had it! Damn it! The boy could do nothing but erect a last-second barrier, before he was completely engulfed by the blast.
"RAGGHHH!" The barrier was instantly vaporized by the overwhelming force, the beam continuing and assaulting every inch of Benjin's form with lightning magic. Damn it, I lost… again!
Once the attacks faded, Benjin knew that there was no more he could do. His strength left him, his body wasn't responding, and - Benjin looked at Dragon Slayer -, he's STILL standing.
Laxus retracted back into his normal form, walking towards the downed mage with a scowl on his face.
"I won't deny it, that was a fun fight," Fun my ass, "but you know what? I like to think myself as a patient guy." Benjin, hearing that, simply scoffed at him despite the lack of feeling in just about everything. "I can stand your ugly face inside my guild, but don't you dare, ever, ever say that I got where I am BECAUSE of my blood!" The blonde tried his best to look up, barely managing to look into his eyes that was filled with righteous fury. "All the strength I have, this victory, your defeat, was all from my own efforts, GOT THAT?!"
Despite his loss, Benjin actually had a smile on his face. The blonde prick that he thought was just some lucky bastard, now had his newfound respect.
"Heh, got it… Laxus."
The fight was, exhilarating to say the least. To be honest, Benjin actually thought he was going to win; the divine nature of his bellow should have been able to pierce Laxus' roar! Sure, he had a power disadvantage, but he would have won - just like how Drajin 'overpowered' Natsu!. There must be some sort of universal law that compression always wins beam struggles.
"That was insane!" The voice of a certain dragon slayer came from the side as a tuft of pink hair popped from the rocks. Was he here… the WHOLE TIME?!
"I'm still paralyzed." True to that, Benjin could barely move more than his neck. Despite the rays of the sun rejuvenating his body, he probably wouldn't be able to move for a good few minutes. Why did it have to be lightning? Of ALL things?!
The others soon began to trickle in from the side, with Gildarts being the first into the clearing.
"Wait, you guys are finished already?" The ace actually had a look of disappointment on his face. I guess I could understand. Basically everyone but Natsu missed their final exchange, which was the most exciting or important part. But why did Laxus wait until no one was here to use his Dragon Slayer Magic? It's not like he was going to get banned from having it, or would people start giving him a hard time - wait… Natsu. Benjin had a look of understanding as he glanced between the two dragon slayers.
Laxus didn't bother waiting for the rest to come, he simply walked back to the clearing, giving one last look to his downed opponent, before passing the spectators as they came.
"Damn it, I lost 1,000J!" Benjin looked towards the voice, seeing a man - Wakaba I believe - smoking a pipe, angrily throwing his arms up and down. Well at least somebody thought I was going to win.
It's been two days since the fight, why am I STILL thinking about it…
Benjin basically had control of the fight, all the way until Laxus suddenly revealed he was a friggin' Dragon Slayer! Not only that, he was confident in their last struggle, his bellow was more than capable of blasting through Laxus' roar. But he LOST it.
The blonde slammed his fist onto the bar counter, nearly spilling his drink, scaring the other kids around him.
"Whoa, what's happening now?" Jellal, who had been sitting in his usual spot with Erza, called out from a nearby table.
"Oh nothing much," Benjin began, sarcasm more than obvious in his voice, "just how I nearly beat the lightning prick and completely choked on my FINAL SPELL!" Once again, the blonde smashed his fist into the counter, this time with more control, then gulped down his tea.
"Hey hey, calm down," the blue-haired boy began, putting his hands up in defense, "It's already been two days, you lost, just move on." I can't just 'move on' you blubbering asshole!
"It's not the fight!" Benjin looked at his open palm, pushing magic into it until it emitted a soft golden glow, "It's…" the blonde tightened his fists again, "It's…" veins were now bulging from his forearms from the force.
"It's what?" Jellal questioned mockingly. You are NOT helping!
"I-IT'S…" Benjin's aura began saturating the surroundings, to the blue-haired boy's irk.
"Just spit it out!"
"IT'S MY OWN WEAKNESS! THERE I SAID IT, HAPPY?!" With his explosion, Jellal widened his eyes in realization, before looking down in slight guilt.
The blonde found himself breathing heavily, his lips being forced into each other, before sighing.
"I'm… too weak. I can't even cast a spell right."
Jellal leaned back on his chair, nodding with a surreptitious smirk. "Yeah I agree, you do suck pretty hard." Well EXCUSE you!
"Yeah fuck you too! You blueberry shitstain! I'm actually having a real problem here!" The blue-haired boy, who had a vein bulge from his forehead from being called his least favourite name, shrugged his shoulders, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yea? And what are you going to do about it?" What am I going to do about it? I'LL KICK YOUR FREAKING ASS!
"They're going to fight again?!"
"Those two are almost as bad as Natsu and Gray!"
"Except they actually pay for the damages, hah!" You mean I PAY for the damages…
"No fighting in the-" A certain redhead began, causing Jellal to turn towards her, "I mean, that is if you don't want to…"
Without warning, the blonde leaped at Jellal, tackling him out of the chair. The blue-haired mage instantly got up, engaging Benjin in a boxing match as they landed punch after punch onto each other.
Fuck me! Fuck Laxus! Fuck the Bellow, WHY CAN'T I DO IT!
Unlike their matches before, there was no semblance of strategy whatsoever. Both sides acted like sentient sandbags to the other, bruises quickly forming on both boys as they continued.
"WHY-" Benjin continued with a punch to the face.
"IS-" responded by a kick to the side.
"MAGIC-" countered by a reverse hook kick.
"SO FUCKING-" The blonde was struck by a jumping side kick.
"HARD?!" As the final exchange between the two ended, Benjin found himself breathing heavily, while Jellal looked like he was barely winded. Without even realizing, Benjin plopped down onto a nearby chair, putting a palm over his forehead while wiping the sweat with his sleeves.
"You good now?" Jellal, who looked a bit disheveled himself, sat beside the blonde with an understanding look.
Benjin sighed. I guess THAT'S out of my system… doesn't really solve anything though. "…I guess."
An aura of depression began surrounding the blonde, causing Jellal to slap his back. ?!
"You know what you need?" Benjin turned to his friend, a single brow raised.
"What?"
"Something to take your mind off of that." Yeah, I guess I do need to do something…
"Okay. And what would something be?" Jellal held up a piece of paper, a grin creeping up onto his face.
Hmm, a job? Benjin began reading its contents.
Help wanted!
Forest Vulcans vandalizing the farmland! Over a dozen confirmed sightings.
Exterminate the pests!
60,000J - 4th Grade B-Class Mission
- John Saderick
Hmm, B-Class mission? Shouldn't be too hard, especially if it's the lowest grade.
About half a minute passed; Jellal, who was sure Benjin had the chance to read the description, folded the page and put it into the pocket of his blue jacket.
"I was planning to do this myself, but you look like you could benefit from beating up some monkeys." The blonde smirked at his future job partner.
"Heh, why would I need to go on a job to beat monkeys when you're right here!" A vein bulged from Jellal's forehead, a challenging smile on his face.
"Better a monkey then to have piss in your eyes!" This time, is was Benjin's turn to go red. Well freaking played, Jelly.
The two teens stared at each other for a few more seconds, before rushing at each other again, but this time, they were both grinning.
"Took you long enough."
The blue-haired boy, who was carrying a backpack as long as he was tall, scowled at the blonde's words. "Not all of us has an invisible backpack with basically limitless space."
Benjin smirked, smacking the oversized pack on his partner's back. "It's called magic, maybe you should learn it yourself, hell, even Erza knows how to do it!"
Jellal simply grunted, putting his hands on the straps that were wider than his arms. "Shut up." The blonde snorted at that.
…
Thank god that they didn't have to take the train. He had enough of that, and he only ridden on it once! Right after leaving the guild hall, Benjin was actually worried about having to be inside that blasted box of discomfort. Thankfully, Jellal said it was just outside the city, and was within walking distance. Heh, we could probably be back before second lunch.
"You know what I just realized?" The blonde turned towards his travelling companion.
"What?"
"This is the first mission we took as a duo!" Wait really? I thought we did that one pack mule mission together… no wait that was just me - dumbest fucking mission ever by the way.
"Now that I think about it… that's right! Wow, I thought we would have more duo missions on our record by now." Jellal chuckled, again walking with his hands on his backpack straps. Won't lie… he looks like a massive tool like that.
"Yeah, I've been doing so many with Erza I actually confused some of them." Hearing that, Benjin wiggled his eyebrows at the tattooed teen.
"Erza again, huh?" Despite his teasing, Jellal didn't even bat an eyelash.
"It's not even like that. We're more like… siblings." Hah! She does NOT see you as an older brother!
Benjin laughed at his comment. "Heh, Whatever you say, blueberry!" The blonde felt a hand smack his head. Hah! Still funny!
"Hmm, according to the map, we should be in someplace called… Rose Mountain?" Huh, that would explain all the roses.
True to that, Benjin noticed that despite the scarcity of trees, a good majority of the area they were in had said red flowers growing in tall bushes all around.
"So where are all the Vulc-"
"Me want pretty boy!" What. Benjin turned towards the source of the deep, guttural and feminine? voice, only to see a massive monkey easily twice the height of Gildarts covered in different shades of red fur.
The blonde tapped the teen beside him on the shoulder. "I think it's talking to you, Jellal." Frowning in irk, the blue-haired mage began unbuckling his backpack in a massive series of unstrapping and loosening, all while the Vulcan began charging… at Benjin.
What? No!
Benjin barely jumped away in time as a massive hand swooped where he just was. NO. NO. GOD NO.
"Chains!" A magic circle formed, shooting half a dozen chains at the Vulcan, catching on its limbs and halting its charge. Benjin looked at his partner… who was still unravelling his backpack.
"…"
Suddenly, Benjin felt his chains buckle as the Vulcan tried to advance. This thing's got more raw strength than Laxus!
"Dude?" The blonde glanced at Jellal again, who was still struggling. Now, there was another problem. My chains are breaking!
"Dude?!" The Vulcan was now gaining momentum, causing Benjin to tighten his grip. I need my staff! A golden portal rippled into existence, out popping the trusty weapon the blonde always used.
"Holy SHIT! You are freaking useless!" Benjin, realizing Jellal probably wasn't going to unpack in time, jumped towards the Vulcan while keeping his grip on the chains. Taste light, you stupid monkey!
"Solar Wave!" A massive beam of light engulfed the still struggling Vulcan, making its pupil-less eyes to widen in shock. Is it down?
Luckily, the Vulcan, who looked like it just walked through a house fire, was on the ground, unconscious. THANKFULLY.
Immediately, the blonde turned his attention to Jellal, who finally got his backpack down, proceeding to whack the bluehead with his staff.
"OW! What the hell was that for?!" Jellal was now rubbing where he was hit, irritation in his eyes.
"That, was somehow managing to fail at unstrapping at backpack, I mean… GOD."
"It's not my fault that it didn't come with an instruction manual!"
"Why would you even bring that in the first place?" Benjin extended his hand in an exaggerated manner at the massive backpack, "you don't need a whole freaking PICNIC to fight monkeys!"
"Because, I have to be prepared for all possibilities," the tattooed mage began waving his arms around mockingly, "you have your oh-so-useful magic and you don't even bring anything useful!"
"Well, maybe you should bring a goddamned toolbox to sleep in because you're such a massive t-"
*Rustle*
Both boys snapped out of their argument, now staring at the source of the sound. What was that?
*RUSTLE RUSTLE*
The sounds were now getting louder, and it sounded like it was coming from… everywhere. Don't tell me…
"Pretty Boy MINE!" Benjin saw a Vulcan, even bigger than the one he downed, suddenly pop out of the rose bushes.
"NO MINE!" The boys looked behind them, and saw another one just as big as the first, appear seemingly from nowhere.
"MINE!" Another one.
"NO MINE!" And another.
"I GET PRETTY BOY!" Is there a stop to this?!
"Heh, looks like you got yourself a harem!"
Benjin, whose eyes were wide open in shock, whacked the blue-haired mage again in response "NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!"
One after the other, more and more Vulcans popped from the bushes. There's more than a dozen here! Benjin gritted his teeth in frustration, before looking around the clearing, trying to find an escape route.
"Hey Jellal…" Said teen turned towards the other while still in his own defensive stance.
"Yeah?"
"…We are not losing this one." Benjin looked at one of the Vulcans, who seemed to be staring back at him weirdly. The boy suddenly felt a shiver down his spines, as if he was getting violated from all directions. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"PRET-"
"LIGHT FUCKING MAKE: ETHEREAL GUARDIAN!" Benjin no longer had any patience with the monkeys, he was going to stomp on ALL of them and made sure none of them got up again.
There was no strategy, no pre-thinking like he did with Laxus. The giant light mech was out, and there would be zero mercy.
"WAGGGHHH!" With a battle cry, Benjin charged towards his targets.
"Meteor!" Jellal lit up in a bright golden aura, darting around the battlefield, taking pot shots at any Vulcan that came into his range.
The two boys, especially the blonde, had more than enough with these monkeys. The Vulcans, not knowing better considering they were monkeys, being charging the golden knight that towered over all of them.
"You want the pretty boy you dumb monkeys?!" Benjin began, knocking two out with a single swipe of his hand while the rest began howling and screeching. "WELL COME AND GET ME!" The Vulcans charged. Each and every single one seemed to ignore the blue-headed firefly that was darting around at speeds that made him basically invisible.
The blonde was beginning to feel the drain in his magic, which meant that he had to beat them all down, and quick. With another war cry, Benjin began downing the small army of Vulcans, quickly wearing down their numbers.
"Be judged by the seven stars…" From the air above, Jellal landed on a branch, his fingers and hands positioned in a familiar stance to perform his strongest spell.
"Grand Chariot!" Seven large orbs of light smashed into the unsuspecting Vulcans, somehow managing to avoid Benjin altogether despite attacking in the shape of the big dipper. As the dust subsided, the two boys looked around the area, seeing all the Vulcans downed and unmoving, kicking a few just to be sure that they weren't getting up again.
The blonde panted heavily from the sudden strain, a scowl on his face. "I'm straight up done with this job, you?"
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad!"
"Yes. YES IT WAS!" With that, Benjin began walking towards the direction they came from, eager to get out of this rose-y shithole.
Without warning, the light mage was suddenly scooped up by a hand and brought face-to-face with another Vulcan. "What the fuck?!" How did I not see it?!
Jellal reignited his meteor once again, circling around the large monkey. "Where did it even come from?!" As he was trying to draw the seals for his spell, a massive hand tried to swat the blue-haired boy out of the skies. It's fast enough to track his meteor?!
"JELLAL, BLAST IT!" Benjin looked into the Vulcan's pupilless eyes, realizing that it had a grin on its face, before bringing the blonde closer. What? No, no, no, no!
The trapped blonde tried to cast Solar Wave, only to lose his concentration from the pressure on his torso. "Guh!JELLAL!"
"Give me a second!" Benjin fearfully stared at the monkey that began opening its massive mouth, HURRY THE FUCK UP YOU BLUEBERRY PIECE OF SH-
A slimy sensation.
A wet slimy sensation.
Benjin couldn't even process what was happening as a long, giant tongue traced all the way from the base of his neck to the top of his head. AUARHGHGHGH?!
"Nova!" Finally, Jellal launched his beam after recovering, hitting the Vulcan directly in the face, causing it to release its grip.
The now free blonde looked like he was having some sort of existential crisis as he felt the large wads of liquid drip down his chin.
"Uhh, you okay?" Benjin turned towards his friend, whose face immediately contorted in disgust after seeing his predicament. This… this did not just happen. But it did. And it would etch itself into his memory for the rest of his life.
"Do I look," The blonde began, his voice a low whisper, "LIKE I'M OKAY?!"
*Rumble* "HO OH OH OH!"
"How is it getting back up? I hit it pretty damned hard!" The two mages turned towards the Vulcan, only now getting a good look at its appearance. At its full height, it was easily three times as large as the ones they took down. And it didn't look happy they did so, not happy at all.
Is this thing the Alpha?!
Benjin wiped off all the saliva with a random rag from his storage, before channeling his magic. "We're taking this thing down, NOW!" The blue-haired boy nodded at his battle partner, lighting up his meteor before taking to the skies again.
"Ethereal Guardian!" The mech formed once again, but not before flashing in and out of existence from its rushed casting. Now standing at nearly equal height to the massive primate, the blonde charged.
Benjin started with a round kick, only for it to be caught by the Vulcan's massive palms. What?! It's just a monkey!
Growling in frustration, the mage in the mech once again begun his offensive, delivering punch after punch, kick after kick at the monkey… only for most if not all to be dodged or blocked. It's faster than it looks!
*Crack!* The Vulcan's fist made contact with Benjin's spell, cracking the construct's chest at the point of impact. Damn!
"Orion!" While their opponent was focused on the blonde, Jellal was able to cast his spell, filling the entire area with small orbs of light, causing the Vulcan to grunt in confusion. This feels familiar.
Within seconds, the orbs began advancing towards the Vulcan as hundreds of small needles, each targeting the weak spots; the joints, eyes, neck and back. That won't be strong enough to injure it… but THIS will.
In its distraction, the Vulcan could do nothing as a massive golden fist slammed right into its stomach, followed by a round kick, and ending with a devastating reverse hook to the neck, forcing it's hulking form onto the ground. I won't let you recover!
Benjin leaped out of his spell, causing the knight construct to dissipate. The godling began focusing on his innate power, bringing all the forces of 'light' under his control. I won't fail this time!
"Light God's…" Damn it, not again! Benjin felt himself lose control of the gathered orb containing divine magic, just like before… This time however, Benjin decided to play it safe, abandoning the spell in favour of another. Okay, FUCK the bellow!
"Solar Wave!" The beam struck the recovering Vulcan, slamming it down on the ground again, causing a cloud of dust to rise. That won't be enough for it!
Benjin looked towards where Jellal had been the past minute, only to see him in a weird wide-legged stance with his hands held out and his palms extended. What is he doing?
"AUGH!" The blonde's momentary distraction allowed the Vulcan to slam a fist straight into his back, painfully knocking his small frame into a tree. Arrgh! That's going to leave problems…
"Considering you just choked, again. I will be the one to deliver the finishing blow!" Benjin pulled himself from the ground, his eyes darting towards his friend, causing them to widen. That's a lot of magic… Benjin's attention shot back to their opponent. I got to distract the Vulcan!
The light mage fought through the pain and charged at his towering opponent, who was in the middle of its own offensive rush.
"Light Rods!" Two dozen constructs of light erupted from a magic circle, barreling its way to the Vulcan, stopping all four of its limbs in place. Uhh, even twenty four is barely enough for it?!
"Heavenly Body Magic…" A magic circle, as large as the Vulcan was wide, appeared right above their nearly-immobilized opponent, a massive aura exploding from Jellal's form. This… it's as strong as my bellow!
With one final burst, Jellal clasped his hands into a prayer position. "BETELGEUSE!"
An instantaneous explosion. That was the power of the spell. There was no indication of a projectile, no warning, and no beam. The moment Jellal screamed out the name of his spell, the Vulcan was completely engulfed in a blinding orb of light that seemed to hold its massive size, before imploding with a resounding boom.
Benjin, eyes still wide, looked at the now downed Vulcan, whose body was completely battered and charred. Damn, looks like I need to pick up the slack…
"And that," Jellal began, shooting an arrogant smirk at the blonde, "is that."
"That," Benjin began while walking back towards the city to get their reward, "was not a 4th grade B-Class job!"
Jellal, who once again had his massive backpack despite Benjin's insistence to put it into his 'storage,' nodded in agreement. "It's not the first time I've done a job with Vulcans, but this, should have been at least a 1st grade with ten times the reward."
The blonde simply sighed. "So the job probably only expected one of them to show up?"
"…probably."
"Whatever," Benjin began, his face contorting into traumatized disgust, "I'm just happy to never set foot on that mountain ever again!" Jellal laughed, hard, causing the blonde's face to go red. "Shut up! How would you like to be violated by a GIANT MONKEY!"
"Ha! Did it at least, pfft, take your mind *snort*, off of things?" Yeah keep laughing, even monkeys think you're ugly!
The light mage snarled, before looking down in thought, then turned towards his partner. "…Not really," the blonde looked down at his hands, his thoughts going back to the fight a couple days ago, "but it did open my eyes."
"Hmm?"
"Ever since I joined this guild…" Benjin thought of the little progress he made towards his magic, "I've been slacking off."
Jellal looked at the blonde with confusion, thinking about how the two still regularly trained with each other. "Slacking off? What do you mean?"
"I've been doing the same shit for over a year," The blonde scowled, gripping the fabric of his robe, "I made zero progress, and I choked on the spell I used against the demon, TWICE!" Benjin's aura was now leaking out, causing the teen beside to sigh.
"…You know I've been meaning to ask, what magic do you use anyway?" Wait, you don't know?
"Light Make. I thought you knew?" Jellal had a scowl on his face.
"No I meant the other one!" Where are you going with this?
"Storage? Requip? Whatever you want to call it… seriously, I thought you knew." The blue-haired boy was now visibly seething.
"No, the other, other one!" Damn, should I tell him? This might open up another can of worms…
Benjin kept a straight face, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me!" Jellal stopped walking, instead getting into the blonde's face. "When you tried to use the spell, you said light god," Benjin was sweating, now thinking of ways to dodge this subject, but to no avail, "Guess who else has spells like that?" The blonde narrowed his eyes. "Natsu, who uses fire dragon slayer magic." Sighing, Benjin released the tension that had built up in this little 'interrogation' session. Gotta give him credit, he's smarter than he looks.
"Fine, I'll tell you."
"THANK YOU!"
"It's…" Benjin began, hesitation in his voice, "Light God Slayer Magic." The teen thought Jellal would be surprised at hearing it, but he wasn't affected, almost as if he had been… expecting that answer.
"Yeah? And where did you learn it?" Jellal's tone now had less hostility and more curiousity. How many times have I sighed today? Benjin sighed again.
"I learned it from a book." Jellal narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing Benjin's answer even a bit.
"That's bullshit and you know it." What? I mean it's TECHNICALLY true. He read the book and his dad 'unlocked' the magic. Not like he was trained in the art like Natsu apparently was…
"I did learn it from a book!" The two were now in each other face's again, with Jellal unstrapping his backpack at frightening speed, more than ready to start throwing down then and there.
"No you didn't! Tell me the truth!" The blonde sneered at Jellal while glaring with bloodshot eyes.
"Why would I tell?! This is pretty damned personal!"
"We've known each other for years! I think I deserve to know!" You're not exactly Mr. open yourself either!
"Yeah?! Why don't you tell me what happened after you left the village!" Jellal scowled, frustration plastered on his face.
"Why would I tell you that! It's persona-" The bluehead stopped mid sentence, realizing what he was saying with widened eyes. "…I didn't want to know anyway!" Freaking hypocrite…
"…"
"Let's just go back to the town, get the money, and go back to the guild…" The blue-haired teen begrudgingly agreed, irritation still present in his demeanor. "Then take a freaking nap…"
"Seconded."
Fortunately, the two sullen boys had a mood lift after they went for their reward. Despite being listed for just 60,000J, the man who asked for the job - John Sad or whatever his name is - raised the reward to 400,000J after hearing how they basically cleared the entire area of Vulcans.
200,000J each, not bad at all.
The two split ways after that, but not before giving each other one last look.
Hmmf! Benjin quickly snapped his head away with his chin held high, causing Jellal to do the same.
Freaking smurf.
…
Later at night, Benjin was now in his tree house, sitting in front of the small table with the tome of Light God Slayer Magic that had been unopened for more than a year. Did I seriously not practice this at all? True to that, he had basically been practicing his light-make, tunnel-visioning his spells to counter Jellal's annoying meteor. 5 MONTHS. That's how long it took to make his sentinel spell. He had been so focused trying to outdo his rival that he completely forgotten the big picture!
But no more!
The blonde jumped in the bed, a determined smile on his face.
Because tomorrow… is where I start!
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