”For the love of God, Mura - if you wish for me to stop lechering at any chance I get, then this is your golden opportunity! Think about it, boy! Think about how more focused I can be afterwards-“
“I said no, and that’s final! Not gonna happen!”
On their way back to the guild hall, Kyuken came up with the idea that Mura opposed to the top of his lungs; an idea that involved Kyuken maining Mura’s body for about 1-2 hours per day - and by maining, it was meant that Kyuken would take over Mura’s body, so that he would be able to live once again via Mura’s Spirit Binding Magic. There was no way in hell that Mura was going to comply with that idea, for he knew very well what Kyuken had in mind… and it was right after their encounter with their potentially new recruit, Menka.
Kyuken fancied her. Perhaps, he fancied her a bit too much, but Mura didn’t know how Kyuken dealt with his interests in women back when he was still alive - all he really knew was that Kyuken, at one point, had an item with the leader of a Demon-hunting clan in Midi about 600 years ago… one of said leader’s descendants were told about this and informed him many years ago.
But now, all Kyuken wanted was to have some more passionate time with Menka - he felt cheated by the persecutor who cut in on their spa scene, but now that Menka decided to join Fairy Tail, he would have so many more chances to show his affections for her and enjoy each other. And for that, he wanted Mura’s body to enjoy said passions with her - which the shaman denied. Despite knowing that Kyuken had held on for 600 years as a ghost without one time of such intimate delicacies, he wasn’t going to give his body to him just so Kyuken could fool around with Menka.
For that was exactly what Kyuken proposed to him. Hell no, it was too ridiculous for him.
Mura was still embarrassed about the whole deal at the spa - thankful that it didn’t spiral out of control, betrayed by Kyuken’s libido for that Midian vixen as he usually was, and ashamed that he still couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by heavy tension like that. His journey back home to Magnolia Town calmed him down a little, and he hoped that he could have a lot more to explain to Mythica after Menka had joined the ranks.
When he opened the gate to the guild hall, his Toad Sage Gi - the black-and-orange gi of his - had its top part ripped in half down from his shoulder to his hip, and his left shin was exposed via ripped parts of his leggings. He had ravenous claw marks on his chest that emitted a deep-purple aura - this aura was in the middle of healing him from his injuries and it also boiled out from his injured knee and right cheek. Otherwise, he looked alright…
Adam, the main bartender who was busy concocting beverages behind the bar, had just noticed his entrance as the visitors saw Fairy Tail’s Guildmaster enter. “Everyone! I’m home!” Mura greeted with a much more vigilant and gallant voice than usual, met with a short roar in return. Fairy Tail was Magnolia Town’s most beloved bar, and that showed in its number of guests who fancied themselves something strong down the throat on a late afternoon or pitch-black night.
“W-What happened this time, Master?” Adam asked with a mild worry.
“Ah, glad you ask, Adam! I think we have some loose ends from Fat Monsterland,” Mura replied sharply and confidently, “Four demons tried to gang up on me… they went down pretty quickly, but I don’t want to get used to that.” He would approach the bar, take a seat behind Magnus and achieve his mug while informing Adam. “We gotta train Thost plenty from now on - his magic would be a big help against all kinds of demons… oh.”
He would lift and salute with his left hand at Magnus before greeting: “Hey, Magnus! You sure have grown since last time - I bet you’ve been busy out in the field lately… and don’t think I haven’t spotted you too, my lovely Menka~”
Up close, both Magnus and Menka would see Mura smirking confidently as if he was in his element, uninhibited by embarrassment and full of valor. Mura’s eyes, though… his pupils were a silvery white in color, which contrasted his usual, resin-yellow eye color.
Strange… what happened before he got to the guild hall, hmh?
“Glad to see that you made it here unharmed. It’s unforgivable, planting a single bruise on your pretty form, is it not?”