One of these sources of worry was the theft of his sword, Harusame. Janet had been such a coward to both attack the Guildmaster in his own town, amidst masses of passers-by, and expecting him to hold back so as to not put them in harm’s way while giving her all the space she wanted to commit her atrocious actions. He had been given time to settle all those thoughts and came to the conclusion that he had to find her and end what she started. He wouldn’t allow Elysium to become a second rising of Savage Skull, and he wouldn’t allow her to draw any more breaths on Earthland possessing [i]his[i] sacred weapon…
… But alas, his search was harsh. Elysium was scarcely known among bystanders, so Mura had no trails to follow. No details to uncover. And people hadn’t heard of any recent attacks made by them. He even travelled to Talonia for the sole reason that a certain, old family lived there who dwelled in dragon lore – and yet, nothing new about Janet or the location of her dark guild came up.
At this point, the only thing driving him along was the bond he had with his katana. Both he and Kyuken had wielded it through many battles, ever since it was gifted to him by his father and had magic channeled through it for the first time.
News of the Saint of Fortitude entering Shirotsume drew people to him, most likely to ask for help with something that Mura was reliable on. He had always wanted Fairy Tail to be that; a reliable guild that could help you out with all kinds of problems, as long as they didn’t beg for trouble. However, the things he was asked were… bizarrely specific.
As a matter of fact, they were barely requests for help.
“Please, come join us and offer gifts to the Black Lily!”
“Have you come to give yourselves to the Black Lily as well? I strongly suggest you do so.”
“She sees all that happens here, and she’s my guardian. If you sacrifice enough, she will become your guardian too-“
At first, Mura thought it was some cultural thing and considered offering a gift of his – a black-red talisman that he had sown with his own hands – but his Magic Sensory was alerting him of the handmade statues being carved and formed in various houses in Shirotsume. Put three and six together, and he noticed how mana lurked just above their heads and began leaking into people’s minds – a sort of mind-attacking spell, and one of very high caliber if it could affect so many people at once.
The mana was almost thin enough to go unnoticed by him, but it was… quite powerful mana. For a brief moment, it almost felt like Janet’s, which gave him a small panic attack as he had almost given up on trying to track her down. Therefore, he began pushing away the mana with his own, causing a clash of magic to take place – it was forceful enough to push away the wind and topple down furniture further away, but at one point, Mura managed to dispel the magic.
And about now, in the outer, rocky terrains surrounding Shirotsume…
“… Kyuken, when’d you take this with you?” the shaman asked with suspicion in his voice as he fished up one of the small, wood-carved statues of the Black Lily from his bag. To have possessed the shaman and grabbed it on the way out so quickly was nothing short of terrifying.
”… When you looked away-
“*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* I got to take a break from fusing with you, this is just creepy…”
”Oi oi, it’s just a statue! Besides… *uh-hrrmm* it’s a nice statue, and they had tons of it already. Won’t miss one…”
The statue depicted a lady with twintails and a loose, wide cloth resembling kimono or some kind of royal wear. Upon closer looks, she looked a lot like his wife Mythica… w-well, except for the larger-
”See?! I knew you’d like it!!!”
“Wha- s-shut up! What are you on about?!?!”
”DON’T YOU LIE TO ME, LITTLE BOY! I KNOW WHERE YOUR EYES ARE GLUED!!!”
“W-b-s-shu-pft-leave me alone! She looks like Mythica, that’s why I looked!”
It was magical, really. Mura started the day out low, but now, he was in high spirits again… albeit angry, he felt his chi rising.
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