In every world torn by war, a hero rises.
Each world has its warriors, mages, soldiers, chosen ones, assassins, snipers… and more.
But there is another, one who wields no blade, casts no spell, and yet changes everything.
He doesn't fight. He plays.
And when he does… the battle shifts. Hope returns. Destiny begins to move.
Because within every hero… lies a melody yet to be heard.
...…
Well… I don't know how I got here.
I was just doing my homework (music theory, I think), and maybe I dozed off.
So… is this some kind of dream?
Then an explosion shook everything. The walls rattled. Panic hit me.
"I need to get out."
I grabbed my guitar (instinct, I guess) and ran to the door. It wasn't locked.
The moment I opened it, a shout rippled through the air:
"WE'D SOONER DIE THAN ABANDON OUR FRIENDS!"
A bunch of people started shouting, backing up the cry of a red-haired girl.
She was on the ground, clothes torn, crawling forward.
"What the hell...?" I honestly felt like closing the door again.
In the distance, I saw a giant house with mechanical legs — and was that a... cannon?
It was aiming straight at where I stood.
"OUR ANSWER WON'T CHANGE, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO!"
A pink-haired guy started screaming like his throat didn't even exist.
"WE'RE GOING TO DESTROY YOU!"
(Okay… that guy has issues.) That was my first thought.
A booming voice echoed from the building:
"The next shot will be even stronger. Jupiter will finish recharging in fifteen minutes. You'd better start praying, Fairy Tail."
I stopped listening to the shouting. Or whatever else they were saying. I just froze. "Fairy… Tail?"
Did I die in my room and get transmigrated into this anime? But I wasn't sick. I slept fine. And I'm pretty sure no truck can reach a third-floor apartment.
I forced myself to focus again. I saw the pink-haired guy (Natsu, no doubt) flying with a winged cat. (Okay, that's Happy.)
Everyone else started running in all directions.
And me? I just stood there like an idiot, guitar in hand.
Wait… My guitar? Do I have music-related magic?
"Heh..." I chuckled under my breath. Is this my isekai?
"Died while doing music homework... Now I'm a bard in Fairy Tail?"
While I was still trying to process everything, hooded figures (people or maybe summons?) started approaching the guild. The mages didn't hesitate. They rushed in to fight.
Punches, explosions... even spikes of sand shot up from the ground.
Cana, the girl with the cards, attacked the intruders with no mercy.
Then, one of them (a guy with a necklace made of skulls) came straight toward me.
His face twisted in anger. "And who the hell are you!?"
I didn't remember his name, or what kind of magic he used.
I just stared, frozen, unable to say a single word. His eyes told me he was one second away from punching me. So I said the first thing that popped into my head: "I was… coming to join the guild. But…"
He stared at me for a moment. Just stared. Then he burst out laughing.
"A new recruit? In the middle of a war?!"
He slapped his knee, still chuckling. "Man, you've got guts or zero brain cells. Maybe both."
I forced a nervous smile. (Okay… he's not punching me. That's progress.)
He leaned in (way too close) and, with a serious tone, said:
"Better pick a side fast. People who hesitate don't last long around here."
And just like that, he turned and ran back into the chaos (like I hadn't nearly peed myself thirty seconds ago).
(Okay… if I'm really in Fairy Tail, and if this thing is actually magical... it wouldn't hurt to try, right?)
I looked down at the strings.
I strummed a slow, soft chord.
"Wind of Change - Scorpions" It wasn't flashy. It wasn't loud. Just… honest.
Somehow, the sound carried across the battlefield. Through the yelling. Past the explosions.
Everyone slowed down.
The clashing paused. One of the hooded guys blinked and lowered his weapon, like he forgot what he was doing.
A warm, golden ripple spread out from me like a pulse.
🎵 "I follow the Moskva, down to Gorky Park, listening to the winds of change…" 🎵
Then the cannon crashed down with a thunderous explosion, snapping the spell.
The fighting resumed. Chaos was back. But it felt different. Calmer. A little less desperate.
I stared at my guitar. "…Okay. That definitely was my magic."
Affecting both allies and enemies? That's not good. There has to be a way to fix that.
I tried strumming the guitar again, but the battle was moving closer to me. Time to get out of the danger zone.
I heard the Fairy Tail mages cheering over the destroyed cannon.
I took only a few steps before the enemy guild stirred. That massive contraption began to move. My eyes widened.