Chapter 217
A Shocking Wet Final Part 2
NO POV
Sting and Rogue were sprinting back to Sabertooth's section in the crowd as fast as their feet could carry them, with Lector and Frosh toiling behind.
After their fight with Natsu, they were taken to the infirmary and had their wounds treated. And as soon as they were, they wanted to head back to the arena and watch the day's final match. At first, they took their time, their egos bruised along with their bodies, but then Sting and Rogue sensed a powerful surge of magic power that didn't belong to Orga. From there, they rushed back to the stands. They ran so fast that Lector and Frosh had to use their wings to keep up with them.
"Sting, why the heck are we running?!" cried Lector. "You and Rogue should be resting right now!"
"You too, Rogue!" said Frosh. "Your owies won't heal if you don't rest!"
Neither Sting nor Rogue didn't respond, which made the exceeds all the more puzzled by their behavior.
Soon, they came to their part of the stands and saw Rufus and Minerva.
The two didn't acknowledge their presence as they came in, their eyes fixed solely on the arena grounds below. But neither of the Twin Dragons didn't care as they came over to the railing and looked towards the arena floor. Sting couldn't help but be shocked, and even the stoic Rogue couldn't help but show his surprise.
Willy and Orga stood in the center, but Sting and Rogue saw that Willy looked very different, sporting physical changes that they recognized along with his magic power, which was where the surge of magic they sensed.
Lector and Frosh finally managed to catch up, and feeling curious, they flew over to the railing and saw Willy, too. When they did, they were also shocked.
"N-No way!" gasped Lector. "Y-You got to be kidding! It's... It's..."
"Dragon Force!" finished Rogue.
"No! It can't be!" Sting snarled, disbelief and frustration evident in his voice. "But that form! That magic power! It can't be anything but!"
"Then does that mean that he's copying you guys?" Frosh asked innocently.
Sting slammed a fist onto the stone railing. "It shouldn't be possible!" he ranted. "There's no way that punk can control dragon force like we can! He's only a first-generation dragon slayer!"
"And yet, he's standing before us with the power in question," said Rufus as he tipped his hat. "Even I didn't expect such a surprise. But it seems that these Fairy Tail wizards are full of them."
Minerva didn't say a word, keeping a neutral expression.
Over at Fairy Tail's section in the crowd, Makarov's eyes were wide as saucers, his jaw agape. "You got to be kidding me! Willy has that ability, too?!"
Mavis also stared, her eyes wide in amazement and shock. "The Dragon Force!" she murmured. "It was already a shock that Sting and Rogue had such a power, but I never would have guessed that Willy could do it also!"
"A-Amazing," Lisanna spoke in sheer amazement. "It's like Willy's become a different person now."
Tu Chi chuckled, smiling with pride. "It would appear that Willy's starting to take things a bit more seriously now," she said.
Makarov then looked across to her. "Tu Chi! You've got some explaining to do!" he barked. "Just what kind of training did you give him?!"
"Oh, nothing special. Just the basics," Tu Chi replied. "Weight lifting, agility training, and some old-fashioned sparring. And some water to keep him hydrated."
"Do you expect me to believe that?!" Makarov snapped. "You know I hate it when you're not straight with me!"
"But I am, Makarov," said Tu Chi. "Were you expecting something a bit more detailed?"
Makarov growled in annoyance.
Natsu and Gray's eyes were wide as saucers as they gawked at where Willy stood.
"No way!" the two of them exclaimed together.
"I don't believe it!" Laxus spoke just as stunned. "Willy can use Dragon Force, too?!"
Erza glanced over at Mira, who appeared to be just as shocked yet awestruck, which puzzled her. "Hold on. Why are you shocked, Mira?" she wondered. "I would have thought you knew about this. After all, you've been training with Willy and Master Tu Chi these past three months."
"That's just it. I didn't know about this," Mira spoke, shaking her head. "I know we've all received certain training, but we've always been separated with the exceptions of some sparring matches."
"Hold on, you mean you never saw what kind of training Willy did?" wondered Erza.
Mira shook her head. "Truth be told, I didn't think much of it then," she explained. "But there was one time where I was a bit concerned. Willy returned from training completely unconscious and was out for around four days."
"Four days?" repeated Erza. "Did you ever find out the cause, like exhaustion or training too much?"
"I did try and ask Tu Chi about what happened, and the others did, too," said Mira. "But all she told us was not to worry about it. When Willy woke up not long after that, we tried asking him what was happening, too, but he could only tell us that it was a secret weapon he was working on. But I never would have imagined that this was all that was for. Although..." She puffed up her cheeks in a pout. "I wish he would have told me about the whole thing sooner."
WILLY'S POV
As soon as my transformation finished, the water ribbons protruding from my ankles and wrists fluttered in the wind as it blew. My hair billowed upwards while the tied bang remained where it was on the side of my face. I could feel the power surging through my body as I glared at Orga while he stared gobsmacked.
"What's the matter, Orga?" I called out to him. "You seem a little surprised."
At first, Orga was silent, still stunned, as he stared at me. Then, he began to chuckle. "Well, well, I'll be the first to admit, you caught me by surprise," he said. "I didn't expect you to have the same ability as Sting and Rogue, both of which are third-generation dragon slayers. But I wonder if all that is all smoke and mirrors. How do I know you're just putting on a show and acting like you got a power-up?"
"Why don't you come at me and see for yourself?" I challenged. "But I should warn you that I'll have a hard time holding back when I'm in this state, especially when I'm mad. You might end up regretting it."
Orga then scowled. "You cocky bastard!" he snarled. "I'll show you not to mess with me!"
He then launched himself forward while disappearing in a flash of yellow. But as soon as he did, I sharply turned to my left and swung with a right hook kick hard, and as Orga reappeared, I connected my foot square into his jaw, sending him sailing across the ground from the impact. I followed him in a burst of speed while the ribbons of water trailed behind me.
Orga regained his footing, landing in a three-point crouch, and when he looked up at me, he promptly fired a blast of lightning in my direction. Almost immediately as he did, I slammed my foot into the ground, launching myself into the air, backflipping, and avoiding it, landing on my feet.
As I straightened up, Orga was on me again, rapidly slugging me with fists sparking with lightning. However, thanks to my heightened instincts, I avoided and dodged the blows without much effort and parried some. Then, as Orga came with a straight punch, I caught it with my right hand, squeezing hard to prevent him from escaping, and with my free hand, rapidly punched him in the gut around eight times and finished with an uppercut to his chin, making him stagger back from the recoil.
As he did, I clenched my right hand into a fist as the ribbon of water from the wrist wrapped around it. Then I shot forward and landed another powerful punch to his gut. But when I made contact, I released a mighty torrent of water that sent him flying again and slamming him into the wall in an explosion of water and dust while I spoke out the name of this move.
"WATER DRAGON: FLOWING FIST."
Orga soon emerged from the dust, letting out a scream, now visibly harried, as he held out his hands in front of him, his body crackling with his lightning. Knowing what he was going for, I clenched my hands into fists as the water ribbons wrapped around them again as he repeated his attack.
"ONE HUNDRED MILLIMETER BLACK LIGHTNING CANNON!"
As he released another mighty blast of black lightning, I punched my fists together, clapped them together with my palms, and threw them apart as I shouted out another spell.
"WATER DRAGON: SHEN SHELL WALL!"
Water surrounded me and took the shape of the shell as Orga's attack crashed into it. The lightning attack crackled and sparked, but my shield held as I got on the move again using my speed. I swiftly circled and shot towards Orga, whose eyes focused ahead, dumbfounded and most likely wondering where I went after I protected myself, only for me to deck him square in the face, sending him flying and skidding across the ground.
I jumped up, released a quick burst of water from my feet, and used the momentum to land on the ground in Orga's path and then raised my right leg as its ribbon wrapped around it.
"AND WATER DRAGON...!"
But as I was about to attack, Orga suddenly righted himself, planting his feet, and tried to counterattack with another punch.
"LIGHTNING GOD, HEAVY - !"
However, I closed the distance in a split second, and before he could finish, I slammed my knee into his right into his stomach. The impact made Orga's eyes bug out, and his cheeks puff up until he let out a gagging noise, saliva dribbling from his mouth while he staggered back in agony. Seizing the moment, I spun around and kicked him straight to his nose with a right foot.
"SWIFT TALON!"
Once again, Orga was sent rolling across the ground until he stopped just before he hit the wall, facedown on the dirt. At first, he lay there gasping and coughing while trying to regain his breathing. However, it wasn't long before he recovered, getting back on his feet, now wearing a scowl that showed he was more angry than shocked. He was also sporting a bloody nose, the crimson fluid dripping onto the ground.
The lightning god slayer then roared as he disappeared in a flash of lightning. But knowing where he would come from, I jumped into the air just in time for him to appear from behind on the right and swing his fist in a hook. While in the air, I clenched my fists again, the ribbons of water wrapping around them, and as I landed on the ground, I brought back my left hand, preparing to attack him again.
"WATER DRAGON: FLOWING FIST!"
Orga crossed his arms and made his back crackle and spark from his lightning magic. From the looks of it, he was expecting me to close the distance and attack close range. But instead of doing that..."
"SHOOT STYLE!"
I sharply straight-punched firing, launching a powerful burst of water, nailing him square in the face, knocking him backward, and stopping the lightning surrounding his body. While running towards him, I punched three more times, each nailing in a different arena of his body. And when I was close enough, I started hammering him in a flurry of punches and kicks. Then, to try and finish it, I placed a hand on Orga's stomach, concentrated all of my power into it, and let out a scream as I unleashed my attack.
"RIPPLE PALM THRUST!"
A powerful shockwave of water erupted from my hand, blasting Orga and launching him straight into the wall, slamming into it with a thunderous boom. A giant dust billowed out from the impact as rubble flew everywhere.
"Willy is now dominating in this fight and has delivered a massive beatdown!" Chapati cried out. "He's got the champion completely at his mercy, and Orga can't even lay a hand on him! And now it seems he may have just delivered the finishing blow on the champion!"
I was panting a bit from the amount of magic power it took to attack, but I was pleased with the results of my Dragon Force, and it also felt pretty good being able to nail him as much as I did. However, I didn't let my guard down as I kept my eyes on the cloud where I sent him, waiting for the dust to clear. After a few seconds, it soon did, revealing a large pile of rubble.
At first, there was silence. Then, the rubble began to tremble before abruptly exploding as Orga let out a bellow filled to the brim with rage, his body crackling and sparkling in response.
NO POV
As he exploded out from the pile of rubble he was buried, Orga panted heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. His entire body was bruised and bloodied and ached all over. However, he was more furious than he was in pain.
"This has to be a joke! How the hell is this punk beating me like this?! There's no way I should be losing to him! Especially after Sting and Rogue got their asses beat by that pink-haired punk, and they even used their Dragon Force! It doesn't make any sense!"
He then wiped his philtrum, or the cleft between his nose and upper lip, and when he brought his hand in front of him to look, he saw something that made him all the more angry.
His hand now had a stain of warm red blood, undoubtedly coming from his nose. Upon seeing it, he felt his blood boil, the adrenaline flowing, and his muscles clench enough for veins to start showing on his skin.
"No... No! NO! I'm not just going to stand here and take this! I'm the champion! I'm better than him! I'm not about to lose to a lousy fairy! This trash of a lizard hunter! That lousy criminal bastard! I'll make him pay for what he's done! I swear to it!"
He then remembered something before the match began. It was a conversation he had with Minerva.
A little bit before the match...
Orga was waiting in a room, smirking with confidence as he waited for the arena to finish its repairs. Before long, he heard Chapati's voice through a speaker in the corner of the ceiling.
"It's almost time for our last match of the day! Willy Falconer! Orga Nanagear! Please prepare to enter the arena!"
Orga then got up. "Time for me to bust a head," he said to himself.
He then strolled over to the door, but as he opened it and stepped out, he found Minerva standing beside the wall next to it.
"Lady Minerva," Orga murmured. "Did you need something?"
"I just wanted to see the champion off before he heads into battle," said Minerva.
"With all due respect, my lady, while it is a nice thought, I get the feeling you didn't come here just for that reason," said Orga. "Especially after what happened in the last match. If you have something to say, then cut to the chase."
Minerva paused briefly before responding.
"Very well then," she said. "To come right to the point, you and I both know that you can't afford to lose after the way Sting and Rogue were defeated. Knowing our master, he's most likely incensed with them."
"And your point is?" inquired Orga.
"I stand by what I said before," continued Minerva. "I want you to crush Willy Falconer. But considering the strength that boy displayed, it'll be in your best interest to use whatever means necessary to win. Therefore, I'm going to tell you something interesting. Willy Falconer's weakness."
"And why would you tell me that?" Orga snarled. "You don't think I can win? I already told that guy with the cloak that I'd beat him. I didn't think that you would think I would lose."
"Don't be so offended," said Minerva. "You know as well as I that my father refuses to tolerate failure. And considering that Sting and Rogue are already in the crosshairs of his wrath, I would have thought you would want to prevent disappointing him. Am I wrong?"
Orga said nothing as he tightened a fist.
"If it's one thing I've learned in battle, there's no such thing as fighting with honor. You must use whatever means at your disposal to survive and protect your livelihood," continued Minerva. "And given your position and standing, you should understand that more than anyone. If you are defeated here, you'll lose everything you've accomplished. Everything you've worked so hard to get. And everything you rightly deserve as a champion. But if you wish to go along this so-called prideful and honorable way, I have no reason to stop you. I just thought you would want a surefire way to seize victory."
Then, Minerva turned on her heels and started walking off as Orga mulled over her words. At first, he stayed silent, unsure how to respond, until finally, he called out to Minerva.
"Wait."
Minerva stopped as Orga turned in her direction and, after taking a deep breath, said three words to the woman.
"Please tell me."
Minerva then maliciously smirked. "That's more like it," she said. "Now, make sure you pay attention."
She then began telling Orga about Willy's supposed weakness.
"I never thought that Lady Minerva would be right," Orga continued in his thoughts. "But since it's come to this, I have no choice but to take advantage of what she told me!"
He then smirked with angry vengeance as he chuckled.
"I'll show that little bastard! I'll show him what happens when he gets too big for his britches! Once I take advantage, I crush him like the little bug that he is and make him pay for messing with me! I'll wipe that smug look on his face and make him beg for mercy!"
WILLY'S POV
"Well, he seems pretty incensed," I thought while taking a stance. "But I have to admit, he's pretty tough. I thought he was finished after I hit him with that last attack. But as usual, nothing's ever that simple. I used a lot of magic for those attacks, and while I've been able to hurt him, I can use only so much more. I got to wrap up this fight quickly before I run out of steam."
Orga then spoke out. "Hey, dragon boy. I'll admit you caught me by surprise with your Dragon Force," he said. "And those attacks hurt like hell, but you still don't have a chance of beating me."
"And how do you figure that?" I asked. "You're looking a bit worse for the wear right now, yet you're still confident."
"That's right! Even with your cheap knockoff of a power-up, you still won't win!" Orga went on. "Because I know something that'll knock you off that high horse and shatter that confidence!"
His body began to radiate with his magic power, and I took a stance, readying myself for another attack. At first, Orga remained silent as he leered, then he raised an open palm and aimed it to his side to the left. At first, I was puzzled, wondering what he was aiming at, but as I looked, I felt my eyes widen as I saw what he was aiming for.
The audience. Particularly towards the Fairy Tail section.
When I realized this, my heart began to pound as I looked back at Orga while he smirked maliciously.
"No! He wouldn't! I know he doesn't like me and wants to win, but there's no way he would try something like that! He'll get disqualified! He'll also have the entire Fairy Tail guild out for his blood! He's got to be bluffing!"
But as I thought this, I could see a sphere of black lightning being generated into his hand as his magic power jumped up in strength. And before I could stop him, he fired the blast.
"NO!"
Without hesitation, I coiled my legs and jumped using Aqua Jet as a booster, trying to get to the blast before it hit the stands. I quickly overtook it and, while spreading my wings, floated in front of its path and got ready to block. But just as I was about to, it exploded in a bright light, immediately blinding me.
I couldn't help but hold my eyes in agony, now disoriented with my vision impaired. But as I did, I was suddenly struck by a powerful blast of lightning that shocked me all over, making me scream shrilly in pain, followed by a powerful blow right into my gut, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I felt several blows strike me multiple times in my face, each sending shocks of electricity through my body, until I felt another powerful impact right on my back, sending me plummeting down until I hit the ground hard.
I could taste the iron in my mouth and smell the pungent aroma of burned clothing and skin. I struggled to try and get back up, only for something to slam onto my back and force me back down on the ground. I then heard Orga laughing.
"How's that, punk? I told you I'd knock you off your high horse. And it's all because you're gullible as you are weak!"
Oh, boy! It looks like the tide of battle's turned again! Only Willy's the one in trouble!
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