Mura let out in genuine confusion at the scene unfolding. Now, thanks to Kyuken’s remark, the blonde lady looked a tad… ashamed of herself? Hopefully, Zirconis’ maw would teach the retard a lesson – don’t mess with a girl’s feelings, bro… not cool. Menka would definitely scold him when they’d return.
Again, how did that ridiculous samurai ghost ever get laid in his living days? The shaman was pretty sure that wandering around as a vagabond for years, challenging people left and right with no self-awareness didn’t exactly tick off any girl’s wishlist… okay, maybe Mura was the one being unreasonable here. It was just difficult to see Kyuken, the one being chomped down by a dragon ghost as we thought… urghhh, never mind.“… Uhm, no offense taken? Pretty sure Kyuken just wanted to jab at me, the jealous rabbit that he is,”
Mura softly explained to the flustered maiden as he closed his eyes, imagining his beloved wife right in front of him… ever since the events in the border between Bellum and Pergrande, he’d had visions of what kind of family that they were about to bring into the world. She was pregnant, and she could be expecting anytime soon. It brought a soft smile up on his lips as he continued: “But I am married, yes. Soon to be a father, too.”
She looked ashamed, still… but it appeared that she took up on his offer and asked about his stay in Fiore, the purpose of being a Wizard Saint, his official position overall and last, but not least, his opinion on the war he participated in before… sounded like a stern interview, all of a sudden. His brow raised in intrigue and a scent of suspicion, but then he suddenly relaxed again, leaned a bit forward and decided to answer her questions:“I’m 22 as of now. It’s been 10 years since I first set foot in this country…”
Man, what a callback to a very, very, very chaotic time in his life. The stress, the heartaches, the anxiety and paranoia that he might’ve ended up on the street with nowhere to call home after what happened at the Onmyōryō in Midi… and then, he found himself in front of Fairy Tail’s gate. The rest spoke for itself.“The Wizard Saints are a group of ten… when the Magic Council officially recognizes you as one of the most powerful and skilled Mages in the continent, then they grant you this title. You might be able to tell that it partly has to do with the Council’s desire to politically flex over the other countries, but that shit’s beside me. And… the world and all of Earthland is huge. Even if the positions change members a lot, there are always someone out there with potential far beyond anything we can imagine… w-wow, now I completely lost my hype over being a Wizard Saint. Damn…”
Okay, he didn’t mean to lose track that quickly, but it sure put things into perspective. Then again, the Council would never
recognize someone maleficent as a Wizard Saint, but even with his heroic achievements – when he had to test his power against a bigger foe – he often found himself lacking for one reason or another. His previous clash with the Black Lily was just one example of that… what good was it being a recognized hero, as all Wizard Saints were, if he couldn’t bring results when it counted the most?
Or was he outweighing all the good things he had done with those few losses? Who knew…?“Short in short, a Wizard Saint is a recognized Hero Mage here in Fiore. They’re not exactly part of a strict, higher military group or echelon, and I have pretty much all the freedom of mobility as I had before.”
Leaning back and resting his hands behind his head to stretch a little, it might’ve become noticeable for Nita to realize that his left arm was a wood-metal construct… a prosthetic of some sorts.“I… they appear wanting to support Bellum. Fiore, that is. It sounds logical at first – rally up the mages against the anti-mages, clearly as black-and-white as it can be. The more I hear and read about the two countries, though, the more… confusing it gets. I’d like to just let it all pass over my head, but one of my prominent Aces are from Bellum. You get where I’m at?”
Then again, had he heard Vandrad’s direct take on the war? He ought to talk with him a bit more outside of the training room…“… You don’t need to cover your face all the time,”
he worryingly stated before gently taking a hold of Nita’s two hands and moving them away to see her freckled face again, “You may be pretty and a bit bold, but I’ve been through worse- hold it.”
His voice suddenly changed from that soft, careless tone to a sharp, commanding sound as his eyes moved past Nita’s shoulder and ahead of the train’s cartway. Then, he rose up on his feet as his prosthetic suddenly began re-arranging itself mechanically, while he moved ahead of the cartway and opened up the end’s door to face the other passengers.“I’m surprised you haven’t eaten anyone yet. Is it because of me?”
he spoke up to seemingly everyone inside the exotic cart, who all glared at him in confusion. They knew that he was a Wizard Saint, and therefore his words intimidated them a bit, but it was nothing compared to the incoherent shaking of a certain entity at the other end of the cart. With Mura approaching it slowly, its form began poking out of the shadow that it hid in… but it looked scared. Paranoid. Monstrous
. “Don’t play innocent – you may be stereotypically slimy and all, and I can sympathize with yo-WHUP!”
In a flash, the creature’s tendril was sliced off as it had attempted to jab it at a passenger sitting nearby it. The passengers quickly began pulling themselves back from the creature, while some felt safe under the wings of the Wizard Saint in the cart.“… Weird, you harbor a ton of emotions. Still, you tried to harm that one pal of mine, didn’t you? That’s enough for me…”
Finally stepping into action, he unsheathed his priced katana Harukami, and the air around the entire cart changed. It was sharp and spiked with mint, hitting the back of your throat with how dense
his releasing mana became. Kyuken-Style, Pre-Verse-!
The monster, as he now labeled it, began moving forward to attack him, but it suddenly spotted… threads? White threads in the air? Silky thin, shining threads had suddenly appeared darting through its shoulder, chest, arms, legs and throat. The threads were waving and didn’t appear to cause anything, so the creature tried pulling them off – the moment its hand came into contact with the thread, said hand was severed by it. The threads were, like, sawing at it whenever it tried to pull them off of it, continuing to dismember itself until its throat suddenly got a hole boring right through. That was when the threads moved off from its limbs and sliced the monster up slaughterhouse-style, leaving not a drop of blood to spill on the ground before it was caught by black embers.Garn Ball.
Another creature was already on the roof, but it was back at the first end of the cart where Mura came out from… right where Nita was. “Nita, above you! I can tell you possess enough power to beat it, so show me what you’re packing!”
Truth and half-truth; he could tell she possessed considerable magic, but his Magical Sensory hadn’t been honed in a while… he hadn’t yet realized just how deep her pool was.