Mura simply clapped his hands softly in front of his chest in gratitude. Thost must’ve been to and fro and seen a lot, despite his apparent lack of experience in magical skill. However, he had the right to know how special Demon Slayer Magic was… or, well, how specialized it was compared to many other types of magic. And, if possible, he also had the right to work on his skill and get help and stuff. Y’know, if he was to become a guildmate, then Mura would make it a personal goal to bring the best out from him. At one point, either sooner or later, he would possibly become very independent and powerful and shoot through the ranks, causing a tear of pride to trickle down the Guildmaster’s cheek…
“Trust me, the few times I’ve seen Demon Slayer Magic in action, they’ve been starkly amazing,” he assured Thost, “Even if you’re new to it, no doubt that you’ll become someone great if you put your mind to it.”
Those words fit everyone, really; people’s actions always reflected willpower, either to stick to a certain lifestyle and set of morals or… well, to stick to other ideologies. Will was the key, according to Mura.
Thost cast his spells right in front of the shaman, beginning his presentation! His first spell, Metal Cluster, summoned magic circles around the training room in separate corners where a bundle of grey metal balls with sharp spikes covering them like hair shot out in all directions. Huh, usually, Demon Slayer Magic was holy in nature, but it was the first time that he saw holy attributes in metal… or was it? He could scarcely remember…
Anyway, grey metal might’ve been synonymous with holy energies imbued in it. Besides, a spell that dealt with limiting mobility like this was always neat to have in your arsenal. “That’s a wide array of metal orbs that you got flying over there, Demon Slayer!” he complimented the, you guessed it, Demon Slayer, “I’d be inclined to avoid that area if I was caught between those magic circles.”
He already had a suggestion for an idea that could further evolve that spell. However, he’d save that idea for later; now, Thost kicked out with his leg that was coated in the same, grey metal - a way to imitate a demon’s kick as he called that spell ‘Dark Spear’. “And a quick spell to surprise people in melee-combat. Not bad.”
Metallic Hell Chains was his next spell, where three grey magic circles launched dark chains of the same, dark metal as the two other spells. “Ohh, a binding spell, perhaps?”
And his last spell was a black metal coat covering him like a chainmail. The helmet of that looked hostile with demonic characteristics. “Sweet armor. I have a spell similar to that, actually.”
And with that, Mura got a good idea of his capabilities. Nice start-up, really; Thost appeared to rely on efficiency instead of absolute firepower, which his magic was able to complement. “Your first spell could be used as a way to protect your own person, too. Say, if the metal orbs flew around you specifically, so that people who approached you would have to avoid all those orbs…” he expressed while holding his chin in deep thought, “But you’ve got a useful starter pack of spells. Naturally, they’ll adapt to your own experiences in the long run - your magic does grow with you, indefinitely. Mostly from your own, physical efforts, but also from knowledge and other virtues.” At that point, Mura had made his decision.
Between his hands, the shaman held a wooden box. He opened the box and held a stamping tool with the Fairy Tail Symbol as its template. “This is how we stamp our new members with the Guild Tattoo. The ink is tied to us and to the guild on auric levels, beyond what even I can fathom. It’s a symbol of our commitment to the guild and to our members, our brothers and sisters. It’s a symbol of pride, strength and fortitude. If you have no hesitation in your heart, then tell me where you want your Mark to be.”