What is up bro and bro'ettes.
...That doesn't even make sense.
Right now just before we delve into the this chapter I want to make a few things clear just incase anyone is feeling confused about this story and the differences within it.
I cannot brain or English today apparently…
1: Gray was originally 8 when Deliora destroyed his village/town. In TOI he is 7 instead. A full year younger, as is everyone else.
2: Obviously Gray didn't have Devil slayer magic before the tartaros arc, in TOI he starts with it.
3: Lyon isn't an idiot, as much as he looked like one in the previous chapter. He is a full year younger and is still learning, as is Gray.
4: I have a reason for how events have turned out, and the extra year is a great opportunity fo awesomeness to occur.
5: For the Galuna island arc, I will not be showing too much training. That arc was made better due too many reasons, one of which was the training flashbacks.
This probably won't help you as much as I would like but bare with me. I have trouble remembering shit and I do forget how to 'word' things at times.
But anyway…
LETS READ!
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(1 month later)
"Ice-make: Tidal wave!"
Gray grinned as he watched the massive wall of ice crash towards his opponent. The tidal wave was his third ice creation that he had made and the way it worked was very simple…. For him at least.
He had found out early on in his training that there were two types of ice-make. They were static and dynamic. Obviously, static meant that the user could make immobile objects whilst dynamic meant that the user could make objects that could move on their own, via the order of the caster of course.
His tidal wave was a mixture of the two, whilst he found out that he was gifted in both types of ice-molding he was generally more talented in the static side of the magic.
So he used his dynamic talent to make an artificial sea of ice appear from behind him and envelope him and the opponent and then the static part to keep the thick layer of ice in place. The technique was pretty good for knocking the opponent back and temporarily stunning them, it also did some moderate damage to the target so that was a welcome addition too.
The best thing about it so far however wasn't it's knockback capability nor was it it's sheer attacking strength for someone his age… But just useful it was to annoy the hell out of Lyon.
"God-dammit Gray!" He shouted as he tried fruitlessly to avoid the rapidly incoming attack before settling for making a gorilla to shield him from the onslaught of ice.
The gorilla lost it's battle against the tidal wave much Lyon's annoyance, he needed to turn the tide before Gray could get a winning strike on him. He could not allow the newbie to beat him when he had been training with Master Ur for years.
"Ice-make: Eagle!" he shouted.
Gray saw the flock of icy eagles fly out of the hole he had made and quickly formed a pretty, circular, smooth shield with multiple layers that got smaller the closer it got to the centre. It kind of looked like a very short and blunt drill-head.
He didn't take into account that the eagles would just fly around the magnificent structure…
"Ah!, bastard!" He half growled half yelped as the first eagle hit him, shattering on impact.
Gray quickly back-flipped away from the next two and leaned back to the ground to avoid the next three. He used his supporting hand to push himself back upright before he sidestepped the last one and grabbed it.
He took a quick bite out of it and let loose a torrent of lances, his first creation, towards the silver haired ice mage. He dispersed his shield, now realising that it was useless and Stuck his hand out to fire a volley of cylindrical, icy bolts at Lyon, who dodged most of them.
Unfortunately, the few lances and bolts that struck were enough to both knock him on his ass and make lose focus for a short period. Enough for Gray to restrain him to the ground and form a pair of ice cuffs, or what looked somewhat like cuffs around his little wrists.
"I win..." He heard Gray gloat smugly. He refused to allow this however, he managed to muster up enough strength to get his legs under the raven haired boy and kick him a few feet back. Lyon stood up and glared at his self-proclaimed rival.
"Shut it, droopy eyes! I would never lose to the likes of you!" Was his reply. Gray looked unimpressed though.
"Continue if you must, but you are not getting another chance to attack me dumbass." Gray jumped into the air, and brought his leg down on Lyon's head, Or so he thought.
His opponent had jumped back, his hands still cuffed before he unleashed a flurry of roundhouse kicks and his self made 'canonball kicks' at him. Gray pushed his hands into Lyons feet to block his attacks before he grabbed one of them at last. Lyon was tiring out and he was unable to react in time as Gray pulled his leg over him, forcing his body into the air before he was ungracefully slammed face first into the snowy ground beneath him.
This time, Gray would let him fight anymore. "Ice-Make: Prison!"
A jagged, poorly made prison was formed above Lyon and dropped on him at a very quick pace. Gray cursed the horrid looking structure, he was still trying to get a clear picture of his limited creations and it was harder than he originally gave it credit for.
But the fight could have been SOO much harder if Lyon remembered his multitude of Ice creations he had over him, That was Lyon's advantage over him at the moment, That and Ice-make experience, if he just remembered his creations he could levelled the playing field during the fight. It was too bad that he focussed more on trying to embarrass him than using his much better looking and more vast array of ice creations to gain the advantage.
"Well done Lyon, Gray." The two mages looked over to their overseeing tutor and Lyon gave a confused frown whilst Gray gave a curt nod of the head. "For you're first time sparring Lyon you have shown a great aptitude in your combat skills despite forgetting you're advantages…."
Lyon looked somewhat appeased by the compliment and somewhat put off at the criticism, but since it was Ur he would take it to heart, Gray knew that much.
Speaking of Ur, she looked at him and gave a pleased smile.
"You on the other hand Gray." She started. "You have only been given a month too further yourself both under my instruction and your own devices, but you have already improved to the point where you can fight and beat someone who has been practising Ice-make for three to four years. Albeit, someone who is slightly forgetful at times." She said as she gave Lyon a little grin, to which he huffed at, blushing slightly in embarrassment at that.
"I didn't mean to forget, I just wanted to show that I am better than him." He said indignantly, whilst pointing a finger at Gray, who gave a teasing smirk… As usual, it looked dark, dim and dangerous. Never genuine unless it had something to do with training.
Keeping his smirk up he gave Lyon the finger before replying. "Hasn't Ur ever told you that it is rude to point, asshat?" Just as he finished he received a smack to the head from Ur for his language. "Again woman?! Stop it!"
Ur just whacked him again…
'This women is insane…' Gray inwardly lamented. 'Either that or she has a weird obsession with hitting me around the head.'
As if reading his mind, Ur looked at him sternly. "The sooner you stop referring to me as 'Woman' and using that language I will stop hitting you. It isn't that hard you know."
'Not when you're surrounded by crazy people...' Another glare. 'Jeez, is she a mind reader or something?!'
He looked away. He wanted to improve on his Devil slaying magic, so he made that clear to Ur and she told him that he could use the top of the mountain to learn, as long as he was in his underwear for the training.
He caved in eventually and began to make his way up towards the mountain top, on the way there he had a little laugh about Ur's blunt command to strip. If they were in a town full of people and they heard that she would be titled the biggest pervert in the world.
"Ah that would quite funny to witness I must admit…." He spoke to himself. 'I dear, I must be going crazy…'.
Before he could further prove that case, he found himself standing in the centre of the mountain top. With his T-shirt and coat discarded a few feet away from him.
'Huh… That's worrying…'.
He flexed his young yet muscular body before taking off his trousers and shoes and chucking them next to the two pieces of clothing.
He was about to take off the ring Ur brought him when he remembered his scars and he very quickly forced it further onto his finger before shaking his head of the scar based memories. The ring itself wasn't anything special, just a thick silver ring with a circular crest surrounding a cut sapphire that seemed to not stop twinkling beautifully.
He wasn't impressed by it, but he was eternally grateful to his master for the ring and it's concealment charm. The thing did wonders for hiding his scars, he looked like he had never been burned to a crisp by Deliora in the first place!
He moved away from the pile and moved back to the centre of the grounds, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breath's before opening his eyes again and letting his training commence.
He used his dynamic ice-make to create five ice clones who would fight him and he moulded them in positions that would surround him. Soon they were fully created and were as realistic as he could make for the time being.
They would be able to attack him and they would only get back up when they were brought down so he would have to be constantly alert and ready to fight.
Just like his father taught him…
Gray allowed his aura to freeze over the already frozen ground and air and he launched himself towards the ice clone in front of him, he grabbed it by the armpit and the throat before he choke-slammed it into the ground.
He felt two ice clones behind him, ready to attack so he used the momentum of the choke slam to cartwheel away from the two in time to avoid their sharp blades of ice.
"Ice Devil: Cutting edge!" he shouted and two sharp, white blades of ice shot towards the clones who unfortunately jumped out of the way in time. But the clone behind them was cut to ribbons from the precise incisions the ice blades gave it.
"Hmmm, I guess I will have to let loose and fight with my fists a bit more..." He said to himself, he gave a dark grin towards the lifeless clones before he rocketed towards them at a near blinding speed.
The real fight was about to begin…
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Lyon was having a bad day…
First was waking up to to find a spider beside him, causing him to squeal in a very high pitched tone, which lead to the incessant teasing the was inevitable after.
Next, trips and falls down the final two steps on the stairs and lands on his back at Ur's feet. Her amused grin would forever haunt him…
And last, that demon bastard beat him In their sparring match Ur had set up to test them with. He must have cheated of course, no one except Ur could beat someone as good as he was.
The only thing he got a kick out of was watching Gray hiss in discomfort when they had their ice bath's, and that was becoming less frequent and he was getting used to them these days.
Overall… Just a shitty day all around….
"Lyon! I need help in the kitchen, get in here and help if you may!" He heard his master command from the kitchen. He sighed and skulked towards the kitchen and saw Master Ur balancing bowls and jugs with her hands and he swore that she kicked something onto the counter before he came in.
"Oh! There you are." She said hurriedly, she was obviously struggling to keep everything off of the floor. He was sure that floor food was not as good as actual food. "Could you please take some of this off my hands and back onto the counter?"
"Yes master!" he said loudly and ecclesiastically before taking some of the jugs and bowls away from the walking danger zone and placing them on the counter opposite them. "Do you need me to put some stuff in the oven?"
She pointed towards the tomato soup and the beef stew and he obliged. It took the two a few minutes to organise the food and get ready to be eaten and all the while wondering what Gray was doing. He had been gone for a few hours now.
After a few more minutes Ur had enough of waiting and was slightly more worried looking. She was obviously hoping Gray would come back soon.
Then he came back…
The two watched him walk towards the table, they had almost finished the bowls and Ur looked slightly manic. But her face from manic to relieved to confused.
The devil slayer, looked at the two with slight confusion, was his ring charm not working or something?! He looked at his left side with some difficulty and saw no scar from what he could see.
He sat down awkwardly before taking a spoonful of the soup. That was when Ur finally cracked.
"Gray?"
"What…?"
"Why are you shirtless?!"
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Oh dear… the stripping habit makes itself known!
Poor Gray, the things he will suffer because of it. XD
But this chapter was a bit everywhere in my opinion but if guys liked it then I don't mind it. I blame Gruvia week… YUCK! Makes me gag just uttering the godforsaken phrase!
TRIVIA TIME!
1: Cookies or cake?
Cake… always cake…
2: Would you rather have Gray fight Invel with Lyon and Juvia or without them?
I know that Gray can beat Invel without the help of Lyon or Juvia. Juvia would just be a hindrance and Lyon would help somewhat but would be taken out rather quickly. I mean, you can't have Natsu almost beat Zeref which I thought was a bit of a cop out BTW and have his best rival struggle to fight the weaker enemy, it would such bullshit if it happened that way. The same goes for having Lyon and Juvia there.
3: What is you're favourite type of humour?
Well… Don't get angry but I like offensive humour… I am a big Roy Chubby Brown fan after all. But crap humour makes me laugh too.
But cheers for reading and stay cool,
-viperhat
