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What's up, Here's the long awaited chapter, and things are about to get down.
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Start:
A loud bang noise reverberated across the guildhall, causing everyone to pause mid-action. Their gazes swung to the closed doorway, then exchanged looks of startled bewilderment. The Phantom Lord mages, unsure of what had just disrupted their routine, turned their attention to their guild master.
Jose Parla, however, simply chuckled as he faced the front of the bar, leisurely sipping from a bottle of scotch. He seemed unperturbed, perhaps even amused, as if he had anticipated the arrival of their uninvited guests.
With their master seemingly indifferent, the mages were left in a state of confusion. One mage, driven by a mix of curiosity and irritation, strode decisively towards the door.
He flung it open, only to stumble backwards in shock as a massive figure loomed before him. The newcomer's broad, muscular frame filled the doorway, his piercing dark yellow eyes narrowing menacingly at the unfortunate Phantom mage who had opened the door.
Laxus Dreyar scoffed at the startled mage, his presence alone drawing glares from the other Phantom Lord members who remained seated, tension crackling in the air. No one dared move as Laxus, followed closely by Makarov, Naruto, and Councilwoman Ultear, stepped confidently into the guildhall.
Makarov's expression was a stormy mix of rage and determination, a stark contrast to the almost playful indifference displayed by Jose. As the Fairy Tail group advanced towards the bar where Jose lounged, some of the Phantom Lord mages rallied around their master. Among them, Ultear noticed figures she recognized as the remaining Elemental Four.
They positioned themselves protectively, a silent declaration of their readiness to defend their guild master.
Despite the protective stance of the Elemental Four, three of them anyway, Makarov's party pressed forward, undeterred by the hostile glares or the growls that filled the room. The mages (and Naruto) of Fairy Tail were an imposing sight; their determination palpable in every step they took towards Jose, who continued to sip his scotch, seemingly unfazed by the confrontation.
Jose finally turned to face them, his amusement apparent in his morbid chuckle. Leaning casually against the bar, he rotated his scotch in hand, eyes twinkling with dark joy. "And what is it that we need to talk about, Makarov? What brings you storming into my guild, and in such a foul mood?" His laughter echoed ominously around the room as he finished speaking.
Makarov's eyes narrowed further, a silent signal that the pleasantries were over. "Jose, we're not here to exchange banter," he stated, his voice cold and firm. "Your provocations and attacks on Fairy Tail have escalated beyond mere guild rivalry. You've endangered lives and peace. Today, you will commit to halting these aggressions, or we will take every necessary action to ensure the safety of our members."
Jose's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a calculating gaze. "Makarov, do you truly believe threats will sway me? We both play the same game, old friend. Why the sudden change of heart?"
"There's a line between friendly competition and chaos, and you've crossed it. I am willing to look the other way so long as this remains as a one time instance, but I will not tolerate more of this unacceptable behaviour. Whatever feud the two of us share, is between the two of us solely."
All was silent for a good moment as the guildmaster of Phantom Lord absorbed what his adversary and fellow wizard saint spoke to him off.
"You expect me to bow down to you, Makarov? Especially after you've dared to come here and threaten me in front of my beloved guild members?" Jose's voice boomed through the guildhall, his laughter echoing mockingly. The Phantom Lord members behind him stirred, their unease mingled with a growing sense of loyalty as their master confronted the intruders.
"But you know what? I'll be kind," Jose continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'll explain why I've resorted to the actions I've undertaken, to allow you to understand what it is that makes me Jose Parla." He raised an eyebrow, a look of dark amusement crossing his face as he gazed at the elderly wizard saint.
"Makarov, you see yourself as a protector, a noble leader. But you're blind to the reality of our world. It's a eat or be eaten kind of life. I've simply embraced that truth more fully than you ever could." Jose began to pace slowly, his steps measured. "Phantom Lord does not sit and wait for threats; we eliminate them. We expand our power because in strength, there is undeniable security."
He stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly. "Consider this: your precious Fairy Tail is a thorn in my side, constantly meddling in affairs that could be settled quietly and efficiently. Your guild's sense of morality is a weakness that I can exploit. You make yourselves heroes, but to me, you are just naive children playing at a game you don't fully understand."
Makarov's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he listened to Jose's twisted justifications. The atmosphere thickened with palpable fury from the Fairy Tail members, each one silently seething.
"And then there's the matter of power," Jose continued, his voice taking on a harder edge. "Power attracts power, Makarov. I've targeted your guild because it's a clear message to anyone who wishes to challenge Phantom Lord. By breaking Fairy Tail, I cement my guild's reputation as the pinnacle of strength."
Laxus bristled, stepping forward slightly, but a subtle hand from Makarov held him back. It was crucial they understood Jose's mindset, no matter how vile, to navigate this confrontation strategically.
Jose's gaze finally shifted to Ultear, who had been standing quietly, her expression unreadable. "Ah, and then we have the esteemed councilwoman," he said, his tone turning sly. "Ultear, you've heard my reasons. Tell me, does the council not value strength? Does it not reward those who can control and command? You of all people should understand—the world respects only those who seize power."
Ultear's eyes locked with Jose's, her cool demeanor a stark contrast to the heated exchanges around her. "Power at the expense of others is tyranny, Jose. It's a fragile foundation built on fear, not respect."
He chuckled, his laughter devoid of humor. "Fear, respect—it's all the same when it buys you loyalty and obedience. You, a councilwoman, should know the nuances of power better than anyone."
The tension escalated as the room filled with the heavy implications of his words. Naruto, who had been watching the exchange silently, shifted uncomfortably, having seen his fair share of power hungry individuals. The air in the room seemed to crackle with the force of the wills clashing.
Makarov took a step forward, his voice a controlled blaze. "Your vision of power is corrupted, Jose. It's a disease that you've let fester within your guild. Real strength comes from unity, trust, and the protection of those who cannot protect themselves."
"To be strong is to nurture, to protect, to care and value those around you. That is what it means to be strong." The elderly wizard saint added.
Jose's face twisted into a sneer. "Noble words for a futile cause. You think your 'righteous path' will protect you? It makes you predictable, Makarov. And predictability is a weakness I can exploit."
The room went silent, the members of both guilds absorbing the weight of the exchange.
Jose turned his attention away from Makarov, the annoyance who dared to come into his home with such disrespect. He surveyed the faces of his guild members, those who had pledged their allegiance to him. A slow smile crept across his face as he prepared to inspire them, to cement their loyalty with words woven from ambition and power.
"Friends, comrades," He began, his voice carrying through the hall with a charismatic force. "Today, we stand at a crossroads. Before us is a path paved by the old guards, those who wield power to scorn and suppress. You've seen it today, with Makarov storming into our home, wielding threats as a show of strength."
He paused, letting his words sink in, his gaze piercing each member as he spoke. "But we are not like them. We do not use our power to belittle or to rule with fear. No, we use our power to seize our dreams, to carve out a destiny that is truly ours."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Jose's presence was magnetic, and his words stirred a fiery enthusiasm in his guild members.
"Look around you," The wizard saint continued, his voice rising in passion. "Each one of you came to Phantom Lord because you sought a place where your strength could flourish, where your talents could be recognized and not stifled by the arbitrary judgments of those who sit on high."
Jose's hands gestured emphatically as he spoke. "We are not bound by their antiquated rules. We are free to shape the world as we see fit. And yes, this means we must sometimes push against those who would keep us down. Makarov fears us because he knows we have the power to change everything. He fears the new life that we can bring into this world—a world where power respects power, where strength is honored above all."
He walked slowly among his guild members, making eye contact, reinforcing his connection with each one. "They scorn us because they fear us. They fear what we can become. They come here with threats, not because we are weak, but because we are strong enough to challenge the very foundations they cling to."
Jose's voice grew thunderous as he stopped right at the heart of the guild, where all eyes feasted upon him with excellent clarity. "But no longer will we cower. Today, we cast off the chains of fear and embrace the way of new life, the way of Phantom Lord, where our dreams are forged by our own hands!"
He stood defiant, his peripheral vision fixed on Makarov's unyielding eyes. "We assert our own right to exist, we thrive in whatever manner we want, and we dictate our own terms in this world!"
Raising a lone hand in the air, the room held its breath, every gaze locked onto Jose. Then, with a deliberate snap of his fingers, chaos erupted. The Phantom Lord mages, previously restrained by the weight of Jose's words, now hurled themselves at the Fairy Tail invaders with a fury born of ignited passions.
Naruto, Ultear, and Laxus quickly found themselves separated, each facing swarms of Phantom mages including the three of the Elemental Four. Despite the overwhelming numbers, each of the Fairy Tail members displayed their formidable prowess.
Naruto's Battle:
Naruto moved with a blur, his experience in countless battles shining through as he engaged multiple opponents at once. His movements were a whirlwind of efficiency; every strike, kick, and dodge meticulously calculated for maximum impact. A Phantom mage lunged at him with a magic-infused blade, but Naruto effortlessly sidestepped, grabbing the mage's arm and using his momentum to throw him into a group that was charging from behind.
Summoning a shadow clone, Naruto managed to cover more ground, fighting back-to-back with his duplicate. The clone, imbued with substantial chakra, was no mere diversion but a formidable fighter, mirroring Naruto's every skilled move. They moved in perfect synchronization, their combined force overwhelming the mages who dared to approach.
Amidst the melee, Naruto caught sight of two of the Elemental Four stepping forward, the shinobi didn't know who they were, but his experienced eyes tracked how the rest of his opponents gave a wide berth to the two.
Through brief snippets and whispers, he caught their name as Monsieur Sol and Totamaru.
Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, Naruto awaited the onslaught of the two stronger phantom mages (The two members of the elemental four) along with all the other wizards.
What followed after could be summed in three words for all that were involved against the shinobi.
Pain and Humiliation.
Ultear's Confrontation:
Ultear, more strategic and contained, used her time manipulation magic, Arc of Time, to create distortions on the battlefield. She aged weapons in the hands of her attackers, turning steel swords into rust within seconds, and reverted incoming magical attacks to harmless states.
As the skirmish commenced, Ultear's eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept across the battlefield. She spotted her first targets—mages charging with weapons aglow with enchanted power. With a flick of her wrist, she accelerated time around the steel of their swords, which crumbled into red dust, the particles scattering in the wind like the years they represented. Her opponents stared in disbelief, their main offense turned to nothing more than a memory in seconds.
Not stopping there, Ultear observed a volley of magical attacks arcing towards her. With a graceful twirl, her hands traced arcs in the air, and the spells regressed, their energies dissipating into harmless light, mere sparks before they could bloom into danger. Each motion she made was precise, her control over time absolute, manipulating past and future with a mere thought.
Her awareness of the battlefield was uncanny. As a mage broke through her layer of defenses, casting a net of crackling energy, Ultear calmly stepped to the side, touching the ground as she moved. The earth responded, aging centuries in moments, opening into a gaping pitfall that swallowed her would-be assailant and his companions. They fell screaming into the dark void,
Yet, the battle was far from over. Seeing her effectiveness at range, several Phantom mages decided to close the distance, hoping to catch her unprepared for physical combat. As the first attacker approached, she dodged his strike with an elegant pivot, grabbing his arm and using his momentum to throw him into another assailant.
No sooner had the first mage hit the earth than another attacker took his place. This one was quicker, aiming a series of rapid strikes intended to overwhelm her defenses. Ultear blocked the first two punches with her forearms, the impact resonating up her arms, her face set in concentration.
As a third punch came, she caught the attacker's wrist, twisted sharply, and delivered a sharp kick to his knee. The sound of popping ligaments filled the air as the mage howled in pain, collapsing before he could continue his assault.
With two down, a third challenger approached, this one more cautious. He feinted to the left and then launched a high kick to the right. Ultear, anticipating the move, ducked under the kick and surged upwards, striking him under the chin with the heel of her palm. The force of her strike snapped his head back, causing him to fall back, too out of it,
Whirling around, Ultear quickly raised a foot and thrust it out at the face of a Phantom Lord mage, The mage, caught completely off guard by her rapid response, had only a split second to register the blur of her boot before it connected with his face.
As his unconscious form skidded back, blooded dripping from a broken nose, Ultear lowered her leg down gracefully, a small smile, holding traces of bloodlust, was flashed at the gawking wizards around her who now regretted explicitly targeting her.
Laxus's Rampage:
Laxus reveled in the straightforward nature of combat, his body crackling with raw electrical energy. As he waded through swarms of Phantom mages, he discharged arcs of lightning, stunning several attackers simultaneously. His control over electricity was masterful, creating fields of charged particles that shocked anyone who stepped too close.
His approach was less about finesse and more about brute force, sending shockwaves of electric energy that knocked his opponents off their feet. As he cleared a path through the melee, Aria, the wind Elemental of the Four, launched a sneak attack, attempting to catch Laxus off guard with a gust of cutting wind.
The attack came swiftly, a slicing wind that seemed almost invisible against the chaos of the guildhall. Yet, despite the subtlety of the attack, Laxus's instincts were sharp. He felt the air shift and turned abruptly, his response more physical this time. He surged forward, breaking through the wind with sheer momentum, his body acting as a battering ram.
The impact of his approach disrupted Aria's concentration, the wind attack faltering under the sheer physical force Laxus exerted. Aria tried to retreat, but Laxus was on him in an instant, his movements swift and decisive. He grabbed Aria by his tunic, lifting him off the ground, and slammed him back against the guildhall's wall. The stone cracked under the force, dust billowing around them.
Before Aria could recover, Laxus unleashed a barrage of punches, each one thudding into Aria's body with devastating effect. The sounds of the impacts echoed through the hall, a clear testament to Laxus's raw power. When he finally dropped Aria, the wind mage was barely conscious, his body limp and defeated.
Turning from the crumpled form of Aria, Laxus faced the onslaught of other Phantom Lord mages.
The other Phantom mages, rattled by the sheer brutality of Laxus's assault, gathered their strength for a concerted attack. They unleashed a diverse onslaught of magic—fireballs, ice spikes, and shadow binds flew towards Laxus with deadly intent.
With a roar, Laxus extended his arms, summoning a formidable barrier of electric energy. The incoming attacks collided with the barrier, exploding in a spectacular display of light and sound, their energies neutralized by Laxus's overwhelming power.
Not waiting for the smoke to clear, Laxus surged forward, his figure cutting through the haze like a bolt of lightning. He engaged the nearest mage, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off the ground. Without hesitation, Laxus unleashed a direct, point-blank burst of electricity into the mage's body, his screams muffled by the crackling energy before his body went limp, knocked out cold by the merciless attack.
Makarov Pov (Sort of):
Throughout the hall, the Phantom mages ignored Makarov, who remained steadfast, his glare icy and piercing as he watched Jose. The smirk on Jose's face was evident as he observed the chaos he had orchestrated.
"It's probably for the best that we fight in a different area, wouldn't you agree?" Jose said, his chuckle dark, condescending yet twisted with amusement.
Makarov said nothing, his silence heavy with unspoken fury. Taking that as assent, Jose walked towards a hidden exit of the guild, his guard up despite the mockery he delivered. He knew the true strength that Makarov wielded.
As the guild master exited, Naruto, who had just dispatched another mage with a precise roundhouse kick, noticed the movement. Without hesitation, he formed a sole shadow clone imbued with significantly more chakra and power than usual. The clone, recognizing the situation instantly, darted after the short mage to ensure his safety, prepared to intervene if the confrontation escalated.
Normal Pov:
Naruto stood at the epicenter of a wide circle of beaten bodies, his silhouette untouched and stark against the chaos around him. Not a speck of dust marred his attire, his presence nearly ethereal amidst the devastation he had wrought.
He surveyed the scene, his gaze sharp and calculating—a stark contrast to the brutal efficiency with which he had dispatched his foes. The shinobi was like an unmovable force; around him, the scattered forms of Phantom Lord mages, including the two members of the Elemental Four, Sol and Totamaru, littering the floor around him.
His sharp senses, honed through countless battles, picked up the soft thudding of footsteps approaching. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Ultear making her way toward him, her approach almost serpentine in its grace.
Dark eyelashes fluttered coyly, accentuating the small, mysterious smile playing on her lips. Naruto found his pulse quickening, a reaction he masked with a confident, easy smile that belied his internal tumult.
"Hi," Ultear greeted, coming to a stop before him, her wide hip cocked to the side. She regarded him with eyes the shade of light chocolate that seemed to probe deep into his vibrant dark blue.
"Hey. How's life?" Naruto replied with casual levity, his voice light yet resonant in the stillness that followed the melee.
"Oh, you know, just beating up hooligans here and there, punching and kicking and all that," She responded with a playful nod, her tone laced with an undercurrent of amusement.
"Ahh," Naruto hummed, nodding understandingly as he glanced at the incapacitated mages around him. "I know what you mean, I was punching and kicking hooligans too."
Ultear giggled, the sound melodic amidst the backdrop of their conversation. "Yes, I can tell," she replied, gesturing towards the pile of defeated foes with a graceful sweep of her hand.
Feeling a tad sheepish, Naruto scratched the back of his head. "Shall we go check up on Laxus?" She suggested.
"It's a good idea."
As they walked towards Laxus's location, Naruto couldn't help but have his eyes irresistibly drawn to Ultear's form—the subtle sway of her movements captivated him, seeing her dressed in that leotard and those stockings…
He allowed his sight to wander discreetly, mesmerized by the broadness of Ultear's hips, enthralled by her seductively thick thighs, and most definitely transfixed by her huge jiggling rump.
In his distracted state, Naruto accidentally stepped on someone, the sudden elevation nearly making him trip over, but the sudden motion helped him regain his thoughts and horror coursed through his veins as a terrifying thought made its way to his head.
'Am I becoming Pervy-Sage!?'
That was a question that would sadly remain unanswered.
He inwardly sighed, at least he wasn't caught looking.
Or so the shinobi thought.
To the contrary, Ultear was very much aware of his gaze and was delighted with how she pretty much had the subject of her immense interest dancing in the palm of her hands, barely suppressed a giggle as she noticed him nearly fall over, her heart fluttering with the knowledge of his attention.
They arrived to find Laxus standing amidst his own aftermath of destruction. His arms were crossed, his expression a mix of irritation and satisfaction as he surveyed the brutally beaten forms of mages littering the floor around him. Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly at the severity of Laxus's handiwork—not entirely amused by the excessiveness of it.
Laxus caught Naruto's gaze and met it with a defiant glare, the air between them crackling with an unspoken challenge. Before the tension could escalate, Ultear swiftly intervened, stepping between the two formidable blondes.
"Enough, both of you," she asserted, her voice commanding yet calm. "We don't have time for this. We need to regroup with Master Makarov."
Naruto nodded, his features softening as he addressed the potential danger to their guild master. "I sent a clone to keep track of him, just in case," he mentioned, ensuring they were aware of his precautionary measure.
Laxus scoffed, his expression softening into a smirk. "The old man's strong. Stronger than most give him credit for. He won't lose to trash like Jose Parla."
Accepting this temporary truce, the two blondes relaxed slightly, their focus shifting back to the mission. It was then that they felt an overwhelming surge of light magic pulse through the air—a sensation so potent it momentarily stunned Naruto and Ultear. Laxus, however, remained unfazed.
"That's Fairy Law," Laxus explained with a grudging respect in his tone. "It's one of the old man's most powerful spells. Only used when he's got no other choice… or if he deems his opponent as someone who deserves to suffer from its effects."
Ultear shifted her gaze alternately between the two blondes. "Well, it's best we check up on him, even if he's immensely strong."
Neither man opposed this, though Laxus begrudgingly agreed.
The trio advanced swiftly through the devastated guildhall and out into the cool air of the clearing where Makarov and Jose had concluded their duel. The scene that greeted them was starkly different from the chaotic battleground they had left behind. The clearing was eerily silent, save for the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze.
As Naruto, Ultear, and Laxus approached, their eyes widened at the sight before them. Jose stood—or rather, barely stood—across from Makarov.
His appearance was shocking; the once robust mage now appeared gaunt, his form skeletal and frail as if the very essence of his vitality had been drained away. The transformation was so severe that he scarcely resembled the formidable guild master of Phantom Lord.
Naruto, sensing the gravity of what had transpired, released his shadow clone that had been monitoring the situation.
As the clone dispersed, its memories flooded into Naruto like a rapid stream of images and sensations—an auto-film revealing the battle's course in mere moments. Through these memories, Naruto glimpsed the mostly one-sided beatdown Makarov had inflicted on Jose. A flicker of pity stirred within him for the defeated mage, the severity of the punishment laid bare in his now fragile form.
Makarov turned to greet them, his expression stern and resolute. His eyes briefly assessed his team before he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of authority and finality.
"Call the Rune Knights," Makarov commanded firmly, his gaze shifting between Naruto and Ultear. "They need to be notified of this."
Ultear nodded, her expression somber, understanding the implications of their actions today. She pulled out a communication lacrima from her pocket, her fingers working swiftly to send the necessary alert.
End
So definitely different than canon on how this arc was concluded but I do hope you all enjoyed the different variation.
Just seeing different stories play out the same events again and again gets too much at time.
I know it was a bit bumming to not see Makarov fight but I figured I'd skip it to show some action with the trio.
And before you guys say that it was too easy, consider this: Juvia and Gajeel are taken out of the equation, rendering the phantom lord guild with only three of the four elemental mages as S-rank wizards (and we know by Fairy Tail standards that their not really S-rank) (That's not including Jose of course.)
So when you take in Naruto, Laxus, and Ultear, with the former two being powerhouses for S-class mages and Ultear being mid S-class. It was pretty much bound to be a slaughter.
But never mind that, next chapter we're gonna see some interesting interaction with Laxus and a bit of romance with Ultear before the group is finally back in Fairy Tail lads!
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Anyway, take care!
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