Month: September
Year: X775
Location: Fairy Tail Guild Hall & Magnolia
Ages:
Kaito / Erza / Mirajane / Juvia — 10
Elfman — 9
Lysanna — 8
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It started the way most disasters in Fairy Tail did.
With a stare.
Laxus Dreyar leaned against a pillar on the second floor, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the new kid who didn't flinch under his gaze.
"…Oi," Laxus called down. "You. Calm one."
The hall quieted—not silent, but curious.
Kaito looked up. "Me?"
"Yeah. Fight me."
Cana nearly spit her drink. "Ohhh? This early?"
Makarov's mustache twitched. "Laxus—"
"Just a spar," Laxus said, lightning crackling faintly around his fingers. "Unless he's scared."
Kaito sighed softly. "Outside."
The guild exploded.
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They cleared the courtyard in seconds.
Laxus didn't hold back—never did. Lightning roared, slamming down like a hammer.
Kaito moved before it landed.
Not faster.
Earlier.
Great Sage's voice was calm as ever: Trajectory predicted. Minimal displacement required.
Kaito stepped inside the strike, palm turning, redirecting the force. The lightning dispersed, grounded harmlessly into stone.
Laxus blinked.
Kaito was already there.
A single, clean strike to the ribs—perfectly placed, reinforced by Predator-fed muscle and bone.
Laxus flew back, skidding across the ground.
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT?"
"NO WAY."
"He didn't even cast!"
Laxus pushed himself up, snarling—and charged again.
It ended the same way.
Three exchanges.
Three clean counters.
No wasted motion.
Kaito stood untouched.
Laxus dropped to one knee, breathing hard.
"…Tch."
The guild stared.
Makarov laughed, loud and proud. "Hah! Guess lightning isn't everything!"
Laxus stood, scowling—but there was something else there too.
Respect.
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The chaos didn't stop there.
Inspired—or provoked—Gray slammed his hands on a table later that day.
"HEY! Redhead!"
Erza looked up. "…Yes?"
"Fight me."
Cana grinned wickedly. "Do it."
Erza didn't hesitate.
The result was brutal.
Gray attacked with ice, reckless and emotional. Erza walked through it, requipping mid-step, blade knocking him flat in seconds.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Cana leaned over. "Wow. You died."
Gray groaned.
Fueled by wounded pride, he turned to Mirajane. "YOU."
Mira's smile was sharp. "Sure."
It was worse.
She bullied him—dodging, mocking, flicking him aside with overwhelming strength until Gray sat on the ground, fists shaking, eyes wet.
"…I just wanted to see how strong I was," he muttered.
The guild went quiet.
Then Macao clapped him on the back. "Kid, losing's part of it."
Erza offered a hand. "Train harder."
Mirajane smirked. "And don't pick fights you can't finish."
Gray sniffed. "…Y-yeah."
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By evening, everyone scattered—solo missions, small jobs, proving themselves.
Juvia took escort work, rainless skies following her steps.
Erza and Mira accepted a joint request—and argued the whole way.
Gray trained silently.
Kaito handled courier and combat tasks alone, returning without a scratch.
The guild buzzed.
Stronger. Louder. Alive.
As night fell, Fairy Tail laughed again—bruised, humbled, and burning brighter than ever.
And no one doubted it anymore.
These kids were monsters.