[City of Magnolia]
"...now I want you two fight each other."
Makarov's words echoed in Ivan's head, 'Fight? He wants us to fight each other, why? For experience? For personal satisfaction? Why dammit!'
Ivan was just about to start protesting against the fight until he noticed Gildarts, he looked...ecstatic.
Ivan cursed 'Of course, he's excited he gets to pummel be into the ground for a bit, the magical power he released after awakening is ridiculous for someone who just learned magic. Absolutely ridiculous!' Ivan was dreading the fight to come
"Well Gildarts seems ready, what about you Ivan? Any protests?" Makarov's voice was all so nice and; Ivan knew he heard barest hint of amusement enter the old bastard's voice.
'This is revenge! He wants me to get my shit rocked and what? Learn a fucking lesson about stealing alcohol, the bastard. I'll have my revenge one day geezer!'
Ivan smiled, "Nope, no protests from me."
It would look terrible to back out of training, Gildarts would hold it against him for weeks, well and the fact Makarov would not let him opt out. The old man probably had some sort of backup plan, well it was being put to shame, suck on that geezer!
"Perfect! You and Gildarts will just have a light sparing session, I want you two to get used to using magical power. And the best way for that is to fight!" Makarov looked to the two, "I'll be on standby to stop the fight. Any questions?"
'When can I play you in cards next?' yes that would be the perfect revenge, 'I'll take all your money geezer!'
"Nothing from me!" Gildarts said
Ivan gave Makarov a thumbs up "All good."
Gildarts and Ivan stepped back from each other, creating a bit of distance from one another.
Makarov nodded and then waved his hand down.
"Then, BEGIN!"
Gildarts charged bolted forwards, magical power bursting from his body. He crossed the distance between them in mere moments to deliver a punch straight for Ivans face.
Ivan channeled his own magical power, he moved on instinct.
The punch aiming for his face met air, as he moved out of the way, his ear a wrang like a bell due to the sudden force.
Gildarts moved for another attack.
Ivan grimaced, 'So that's how it is?'
This time Ivan moved his forearms, forming a wall that met Gildarts fist, Ivan winced in pain. 'Fucks how strong is this kid?'
Gildarts shook his hand and looked at one of his fingers, it appeared bruised. Ivan smiled and moved, just like Gildarts had he through a left punch with his hand that Gildarts dodged.
That hadn't been his dominant hand or one with magical power.
His right hand flew from the side with tremendous speed and power to back it, it met Gildarts face.
Gildarts stumbled back, spitting out blood, he wasn't grimacing, he didn't even seem like he was in pain.
He was smiling.
Ivan face took on a sour note 'Come on dude stop acting tough!'
Gildarts began to frown "You're not having fun? I thought you would be Ivan?"
Ivan paused as he took in Gildarts words.
Wasn't one of his emotions for magic having something to do with fighting?
He wanted to fight, he felt it in his bones, he wanted to battle, so why was not taking Gildart's on his offer, where was his excitement?
'I still think I'm in my old world. A world that frowns down upon fighting, but I'm not in that world, am I? I can let loose here and be me for once.'
Ivan nodded to Gildarts, "For once you're actually right."
Gildarts smirked "I know that bastard."
Ivan laughed and Gildarts joined him, then they went at each other like wild animals.
Gildarts fist slammed into Ivan face while Ivan landed a knee to his stomach, both ignored the pain and let themselves fall into the thrill of the fight.
Magical power rushed through the two, for a moment they let themselves be consumed by their passion, their emotions.
For a time, they just fought, throwing punches, kicks, and knees at each other in rapid succession.
Ivan didn't know how he was doing it, but he was currently fighting in hand-to-hand combat against Gildarts.
It may not have been the prettiest thing, and honestly, he didn't know if this could even be called combat. They were just fighting on instincts hitting each other with all they had.
'At this rate the oaf is going to win.' he weaved out of a knee to the stomach, 'How much magical power does he fucking have? He only has one container, how fast is he taking in ethernano? Dam magical prodigy.' Ivan thought
A punched from Gildarts aimed at Ivans face connected, it sent him back a couple steps. Ivan began to start feeling pain, all the blows he'd receive plus the fact he was also exhausted was hitting him all at once, the world seemed to dim.
Also his magical power was running dangerously low.
The red-haired bastard though was fine, or seemed so at least, he was still smiling from ear to ear. He had a couple bruises and was dripping with sweat, he had to be exhausted in some form, no way he was still fighting.
"Giving up?" Gildarts asked his voice horse
Ivan snorted "No, you?"
Gildarts laughed, that was Ivan's answer as the oaf charged forward magic gathering all around him.
Ivan dodged his initial punch, but it seemed Gildarts had picked up some tricks while they were fighting. A leg from the side slammed into Ivan's ribs, he stumbled back in blinding pain, Gildarts did not let up.
He kept throwing punches after punches, the world seemed to...it seemed to shake. Magical power was shaking the air?
Gildarts had a grin plastered all over his face stretching from ear to ear.
'Seven fucks, what the hell is this?'
Ivan stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at Gildarts.
For a second, a single second, he didn't seem human, he didn't seem real, for a second Ivan thought he saw the S-class wizard Gildarts Clive would become, the ace of Fairy Tail.
However, that was not the case.
The next moment Makarov appeared, Gildarts did not stop, Ivan doubted he could.
Makarov though did not move, he was S-class, Gildarts was no more than a threat to him than an ant was to Ivan. A newbie mage had no means to defend or attack Makarov.
A heartbeat later Gildarts magical power vanished, it completely disappeared, like it hadn't been there at all. He fell to the ground with a thud; Makarov shook his head.
'He must've entered some sort of power of friendship state; jeez how does that even happen? Is Makarov right about all the passion stuff, well yes, but could you really channel the power of friendship like that?'
Ivan looked to Makarov.
He was rubbing his chin "You two really just fought with brute force, huh. Well, I expected that," the geezer laughed "...but still, you both are wild animals."
Ivan gave out a sigh before falling to the ground next to his friend, he had no energy left.
"Next one's mine." Ivan muttered before he let darkness claim him.
Makarov seemed to approve, looking down at his students with a smile on his face. 'Soon they'll be learning their magics.' he wondered, 'What magics will they end up picking or what magics would pick them?'
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