Fairy Tail: Oberon CHAPTER 019

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Makarov looks over the edge with a mischievous smile on his lips.

Enjoying the scream of Oberon as he fell like a brick toward the lake below, flailing and panicking while appearing smaller and smaller to Makarov.

"Any second now..." he mutters, waiting for Oberon to stop falling and simply fly back up.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

'Yeah, any second now...'

Oberon gets smaller and smaller as he closes in on the water.

"Any—"

SPLASH!

Makarov winces as Oberon slams into the water.

"Well, at least it wasn't a belly flop," Makarov says, as he watches the boy splash and flail while trying to swim.

"Well, he's got a lot of energy in him," he says after nearly 30 seconds of watching him flail around. "I'm sure he'll figure it out."

A few seconds later, the screaming stops, and Oberon sinks beneath the water.

'A few more seconds and he'll be fine...'

Makarov continues waiting, until 15 seconds pass.

"Damn. Guess I went from underestimating him to overestimating him. Might as well fish him—" Makarov freezes as he suddenly realizes.

His plan to simply reach down using Giant on his hand and grab him wouldn't work.

Because he couldn't see him, as expected, but also…

"I forgot I can't sense this brat!" he screams out. 'I have to jump in there and use a Search spell on him! But that won't work either! I'll just have to figure it out on the fly—'

Makarov's thoughts are interrupted as he's about to step off the cliff.

Below him the water suddenly separates out, forming a large sphere 10m -30ft- wide.

All so he could see Oberon standing on the rocky lakebed.

Then Oberon imdiately leaps upward, and rockets up to the edge of the cliff before slowing down.

His face had a large red mark from where he hit the water, and he was drenched.

But there was no doubt about it. "You can fly..." Makarov mutters as Oberon floats over to the grass and crumples to the floor, harshly dropping his spell.

"Gah!" Oberon imdiately begins throwing up water onto the grass before collapsing onto his side, taking painful, desperate breaths.

Watching the disheveled boy on the ground, Makarov nods, "exactly as I thought, all you needed was a little push, I never doubted you," he lies.

"Www… why?" Oberon asks between breaths, still laying on the floor.

"Because fear is an excellent tool to keep you alive, but you cannot let yourself be a slave to it. Allow it to keep you safe, but do not be afraid to test your own limits. This is a difficult balance to find, but when you understand it, you will begin growing at an unbelievable rate."

Oberon just continues breathing heavily, eyes watering and lungs still burning.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be back on your feet in no ti," Makarov awkwardly fake coughs into his hand. "You're an even bigger freak than I thought when it cos to learning Magic so I'll leave you to practice for now. Just be sure to co in for so food before the bar closes. It won't be open till the parade ends."

"Uh-huh!" Oberon groans as he gets up.

"Continue proper training and you'll be ahead of everyone else in no ti. Wizards don't particularly enjoy structured training like this. It conflicts with the nature of Magic to be free and wild, and thus conflicts with our nature. But as humans, we excel when undergoing directed training for our skills and abilities.

This is why most Wizards only take jobs and are completely fine with the training and experience that brings. But if they were to simply dedicate themselves more, they would be quite powerful. This simple difference alone stops many Wizards from being great. So continue on the path you're walking, and with your talent, you'll be at the top in no ti!"

And with that, Makarov takes the mont to walk away, acting all calm while his mind was racing.

'That could have gone very badly! I need to rember that I won't be able to sense this boy to pull him out of trouble... because, of course, I'd get the only Wizard with that disability!

I just need to be more mindful of that in the future, and if he manages to prosper despite that disability, he'll grow into a monstrous Wizard. He did so well with only his father's training.

While I'm sure the man did his absolute best, from what I understand, his training was less than basic. But the boy takes like a fish to water to more proper training, and he seems to quite enjoy it.'

After a few minutes Oberon gets up, only to sit back down, then lay on the grass.

"Alright, so I can fly... kind of," he closes his eyes and enjoys the evening sun, helping him warm up and dry off after his short swim. "And I can swim, sort of. But did he really have to teach like that? Old man is crazy."

Taking a deep breath, he still feels his lungs burning, but clears his mind and focuses on his Magic Container.

When he learned the Magic Container thod of viewing Magic Energy. The ntal image of a bowl or cup being ford to visualize the Magic Energy that perates every cell in the body.

He never thought such a fundantal aspect of his view of Magic would change so drastically.

Now he saw it as a bottle, with a small opening, beneath a rushing waterfall.

When he ditates like this, the opening has a funnel placed in it to catch more of the water, and unlike everyone other Wizard, his bottle didn't have any cracks or leaks.

It was perfectly sealed, aside from the one necessary opening at the top.

And he could already feel his Magic Container getting bigger by the day.

'This is the benefit of having structured lessons and spells to learn. Before I was going by instinct since dad couldn't really teach this kind of stuff. Master Makarov said I've already got the instinctual foundations set, and I am familiar with flowing Magic Energy through .

Now I just need to stack his lessons on top of everything I learned, and I'll be far ahead of most Wizards in a matter of months. I should also focus more on this technique, since I can do it mostly anywhere that's quiet and every ti I drain my Magic Container fully then refill it, I expand it.

Even if I can't sense that improvent in how much Magic Energy I can hold, it'll add up eventually. I also have to consider that I won't be able to properly use Cosmic until I have a lot more Magic Energy, since the requirent for any of the spells I'll learn will be more than double if I use it with Cosmic instead of my Light or Gravity Magic.

Yeah, I should only use Cosmic for the big monts, otherwise I'll run out of Magic Energy and get seriously hurt. I also have to get used to flying, trains run across a lot of Fiore, but if I take jobs I'll have days if not weeks of walking sotis. Until I get a Magicycle I'll have to fly or walk everywhere, and flying should be better.

I had better write all of this in my journal before I forget, and I need to write all the advice Master gave on the Light and Gravity Shield spells earlier today.'

Oberon quickly sits up. The soreness across his body and red mark across his face were now completely gone. He'd healed them while ditating.

Reaching out, he calls his journal and pen toward him, and quickly begins writing everything he can.

"I wonder if there is a Magic Item that will write notes for . That'd be pretty cool," he says aloud. "And I need to buy so of those glasses, well, not yet. When I finish a few Jobs I'll buy them, and right now I only have these two books to read.

I wonder how much they cost? Actually, I need to figure out how long it'll take to buy a Magicycle. Are kids even allowed to buy those? How much do Wizard jobs pay?"

"Agh!" he groans loudly. "I've still got so much stuff to figure out! Ugh, I'll just focus on improving my Magic for now. Yeah! Because that'll make everything else easier..."

As he continues writing, he sits with his legs cross, his shirt was off and floating beside him to sun dry.

And Oberon himself was floating a ter above the ground. The focus of keeping himself in the air was gnawing away at him, but this was all part of his training.

"Finally, done," he says while closing his journal. "The first day and I already filled two pages. No way the Master fit all his notes into that one book. He must have a lot more than one, or gone through all of them and put the most important things in that one book. Yeah, that must be it."

Eventually, Oberon is once again ditating, this ti while trying to keep himself floating above the ground.

Only 30cm -1ft- high this ti, since he'd lost focus and dropped a few tis already.

His hands were in front of him as if praying, but instead of open palms eting at his chest, it was two fists at his core.

He could feel the energy flowing through his body, and the gravity trying to pull him in every direction.

Then he could feel it, the point of equilibrium he'd been searching for.

Where he no longer had to actively focus on his flying or ditation, where he could simply let go of the reins and let his body and instincts take over.

Another few hours of this, and he'd be that much closer to have flight perfectly controlled.

Too bad he didn't even get another minute of this state.

"Grandpa told I shouldn't ask about this—"

Oberon's eyes snap open as an annoyed expression settles on his face. He cranes his neck around to see a boy around his age and height.

Wild, spiky blonde hair, a lightning bolt scar over his left eyes, both of which were bright blue. Wearing a yellow T-shirt with that Fairy Tail emblem on it in black, and a pair of matching shorts.

"—But what was the Dragon like?"

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