"A new form…?"
"This is… Shane?"
Seeing the silver-haired figure in front of him casually holding back his giant fist with one hand, Makarov froze for a full second.
When he finally snapped out of it, he almost thought he'd misheard. He instinctively asked again:
"What did you just say? You want to handle this yourself?"
"Yeah."
Shane looked up. Even facing the mountain-like figure of his guild master, he still wore that relaxed smile.
"After all, he's coming at . If sothing like this still needs the master to personally step in, that'd make a pretty lousy junior."
"Little Shane! Don't fool around!"
Before Makarov could reply, Bob called out anxiously from not far away.
That big round face covered in blush, usually all smiles, looked unusually serious now.
"That's a battle between Wizard Saints! This isn't a joke! Get over here, now!"
"That's right, don't force it!"
Goldmine also spoke up.
But behind his sunglasses, his eyes were locked on the center of the hall, and an indescribable sense of wrongness welled up inside him.
Sothing's off…
Goldmine frowned and swept his gaze around the room.
Under the fully unleashed magical pressure of two Wizard Saints, quite a few of the weaker guild masters had already gone pale and fled the hall in a panic.
People standing at the edges of the storm were already like that.
So why was that kid standing right in the dead center of the magical vortex…
still this calm?
Why hadn't even his breathing gotten rough?
"No!"
Makarov snapped out of his shock and refused in a stern voice.
"Do you rember what we agreed before going in? Go stand at the side and stay there!"
He was stunned by Shane's transformation, but reason told him that letting a kid who had only just beco S-Class go up against a long-established Wizard Saint was practically suicide.
"Sigh…"
Seeing how firm Makarov was, Shane shook his head helplessly.
"Master, when elders worry too much and ddle too much, the younger generation tends to resent it, you know."
There was aning beneath the words.
Even now, the relationship between Laxus and Makarov still hadn't properly healed. Sotis Shane really did feel anxious on behalf of that stubborn grandfather and grandson pair.
"Shut up!"
Makarov's face twitched. The words had clearly hit a sore spot.
But instead of backing off, he only got more agitated.
"Enough talking! If I say go stand by Goldmine, then that's what you'll do!"
Makarov felt like coughing up blood inside.
This kid usually looked like the most reliable, least troubleso one in the guild. But every ti it really mattered, he had to pull sothing huge out of nowhere.
This kind of reckless, no-limits attitude… he had no idea who Shane had learned it from.
Looking at that infuriatingly immovable smile, Makarov knew words weren't going to move this mule.
"Hah…"
If talking wouldn't work, then he'd just have to act.
The giant hand, wide as a millstone, abruptly shifted from pressing down to grabbing. Makarov ant to snatch Shane up and toss him to safety by force.
"Heh… hehehe…"
At that mont, a chilling laugh rang out.
"The lot from Fairy Tail really are all as arrogant as you, Makarov!"
Watching the two of them completely ignore him and even casually chat like he wasn't there, Jose finally laughed from sheer fury, his face twisting into sothing hideous.
"If you can't discipline your little brat properly, then don't bother. I'll 'teach' him for you!"
The mont the words fell—
"Bzzzt—"
Thick black mist burst from Jose like a dam breaking.
It was dark magic saturated with death.
Mixed into that murky fog was Jose's sinister, ominous magic power. Wherever it passed, the smooth, polished floor instantly decayed and blackened.
Just looking at it sent a chill straight to the scalp. The fear buried deep inside one's heart was amplified without limit.
Standing in it felt like being subrged in the wails of the dead. Any mage with a slightly weaker mind would have their spirit crushed on the spot.
"Bastard!"
The second he felt that malicious magic rushing straight at Shane, Makarov's eyes went wide with rage.
That was dark magic powerful enough to kill!
He abandoned any thought of grabbing Shane. His massive hand shifted direction instead, golden light blazing in his palm as he slamd it toward the black fog.
"BOOOOM—!"
Gold and black.
Those two huge masses of Wizard-Saint-level magic hadn't even truly collided yet. Just the clash of their montum was enough to make the entire estate shake.
The banquet hall windows exploded instantly. Spiderweb cracks spread across the walls.
"S-so this is the power of Wizard Saints…"
The onlookers huddled in the corners groaned in horror.
As the black and gold forces were about to slam together, everyone shut their eyes. No one dared witness the impact.
And yet—
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds…
The apocalyptic collision they expected never ca.
The world had suddenly gone eerily silent.
Not peaceful silence—an oppressive dead stillness.
Like the entire space had been muted. The air froze. Everything stopped.
And within that suffocating silence, a sound suddenly rang out.
Thump.
Heavy. Deep.
Like a giant hamr striking directly against everyone's eardrums.
THUMP!
Again.
The sound was like the heartbeat of so legendary beast waking from slumber—low, powerful, and terrifying.
Each beat made everyone's own heart tighten in response.
"Wait… a heartbeat?"
"Where is that coming from?"
Soone opened their eyes in fear.
And then they saw a sight they would never forget.
At the center of the storm, the silver-haired boy who had started all this was still standing there.
He hadn't been protected by Makarov's golden light, nor swallowed by Jose's black death-mist.
On the contrary—he was standing calmly in the narrow gap between those two raging tides of magic.
A vast, colorless, intangible magic power was pouring out from him, so overwhelming it distorted the very space around him. With every thunderous heartbeat, it spread outward in wave after wave.
Before that magic, Makarov's golden brilliance and Jose's deathly black mist were both being forcibly pushed back.
Around Shane's body, an absolute vacuum had ford.
As if an invisible hand had casually pressed down on two beasts in the middle of tearing each other apart.
"What… is this?!"
Jose stared at the boy in the eye of the storm, his eyes bulging so hard they looked like they might fall out.
How could a brat this young possess magic power this monstrous?
He was casually cutting off a direct clash between two Wizard Saints with nothing but the pressure of his own magic?
How was that possible?
Instinctively, Jose glanced at Makarov.
But the old man looked even more shocked than he did. His mouth was hanging open, and he was losing control of his giant form, which was already starting to collapse.
Jose didn't know, but Makarov did.
Shane was full of talent. His thods were endless.
But raw magical capacity had always been his biggest weakness.
And now…
Where had this sea-like magic co from? This terrifying, heart-shaking power that even he, a Wizard Saint, could feel in his chest?
They had been apart for only a few days. How had the kid already beco sothing that didn't even seem human anymore?
"Are you… Shane?"
As the giant form broke apart and Makarov shrank back into his short old-man body, he asked in disbelief.
"As real as ever, Master."
Shane slowly lowered the hand he'd been holding up.
As he did, that magic power that twisted the space around him gradually receded, and his wind-tossed silver hair settled.
He turned his back to Makarov and faced Jose directly, whose face had gone so dark it was almost green.
"You know ."
Shane rolled his wrist, and his knuckles gave a crisp crack.
"I never make empty boasts."
"This Wizard Saint really doesn't require you to step in, Master."
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