Obito was already moving, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. His Sharingan spun wildly, both tomoe clear and sharp in his eyes.
…Wait.
Two tomoe?
I almost did a double take.
That wasn’t right.
Obito was supposed to awaken his Sharingan here—yeah, sure. But he was only supposed to unlock one tomoe at first, not two.
So what changed?
I grit my teeth. Was it me?
I had pushed them harder in training, forced them to improve...
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War.
Honestly? I’d been dreading this day ever since I arrived in this world.
I knew it was coming, looming in the distance like a storm cloud on the horizon. And now? The storm had arrived.
No more training arcs. No more D-rank babysitting missions. No more escorting merchants who were probably criminals.
This was it.
This was war.
The air in the room was thick with tension. Dozens of shinobi—chunin, jonin, even a few ANBU—stood crammed together, wai...
2025-03-26 07:46:21 +0000 UTC
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Another day, another mission.
After weeks of bouncing between training, babysitting missions, and the occasional C-rank, I was beginning to wonder if the war had somehow forgotten about us. Not that I was complaining—I was in no hurry to be shipped off to the front lines. But a part of me was itching for something real.
Then Minato-sensei handed me the mission scroll.
"Today's assignment is an escort mission."
2025-03-26 07:45:44 +0000 UTC
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Over the past month, Team Minato’s life had become a never-ending cycle of D-rank missions, training, and occasional C-rank missions.
And by “occasional,” I mean “so rare that I could count them on one hand and still have fingers left over.”
The war was still raging, but we were stuck in the glamorous life of weeding gardens, walking dogs, and hunting down missing chickens. Every now and then, we’d get a C-rank mission—maybe a bandit-clearing job, or a merchant escor...
2025-03-26 07:44:01 +0000 UTC
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B-Rank missions. The sweet spot between "run-of-the-mill shinobi work" and "welcome to war, please enjoy your short life expectancy."
On paper, it was an escort mission. Simple. Straightforward. Nothing crazy. Our job? Get an old merchant and his supplies to a neighboring town.
What could go wrong?
Well, a lot, actually.
Minato-sensei gathered us outside the village gate for our mission details. I was barely awake, still processing my daily login reward.
[Daily L...
2025-03-26 07:43:40 +0000 UTC
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Another week had passed, and with it came another login streak reward.
The moment my hand touched the system interface that morning, a strange sensation settled over me. It wasn’t overwhelming like my other rewards—no sudden surge of power, no ridiculous buff that made me question the laws of physics.
Instead, it was clarity.
[Login Streak Reward: Flow State Acquired!]
A zone of focus and clarity where your mind and body operate in extreme conjunction. Whether you...
2025-03-26 07:41:40 +0000 UTC
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If there was one good thing about mornings, it was that they came with a new login reward.
If there was one bad thing about mornings, it was that Minato-sensei was a morning person.
Unfortunately, I had to deal with both.
[Daily Login Reward: Noise-Canceling Earbuds]
I blinked.
Huh. That was… surprisingly useful.
I pulled the sleek-looking earbuds from my inventory and inspected them.
I shoved them into my ears and—
Silence.
No...
2025-03-26 07:40:48 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 9 Kill me
The first thing I did when I woke up was check my system.
[Daily Login Reward: Deadshot]
I blinked. Huh.
This one actually seemed useful.
Most of my rewards had been a weird mix of practical (like my sword) and completely ridiculous (like the unlimited luxury cigarettes). But this? Perfect aim? That was something I could use.
I flexed my fingers, already feeling a weird sense of… understanding. Like my brain had suddenly installed an adv...
2025-03-26 07:38:59 +0000 UTC
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The sun was setting as I stood alone on the training ground behind my house, lost in thought. My appearance hadn’t changed since I arrived in this world. Still looked sixteen, no matter how many years had passed.
It was frustrating. My mind had matured, my strength had grown, but the world still saw me as a kid. I needed a change.
A growth potion could do it. It would age me to about twenty-two, enough to look more like the man I’d become, rather than the kid I was stuck being...
2025-03-26 07:14:27 +0000 UTC
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There was no time to waste.
The moment Makarov gave the order, I was already moving. Deliora wasn’t a threat to me, but the longer I waited, the more lives would be lost. I wasn’t about to let that happen.
My first stop was Alma.
The sun had barely started to rise by the time I reached my house. The familiar warmth of home greeted me, but it felt distant now. There was no time to linger. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Alma was already awake. Of cours...
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The days in Magnolia passed by quietly, almost peacefully. Alma and I settled into a routine that felt as natural as breathing. Mornings started early, with the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the window. Alma would prepare breakfast while I checked through my usual set of tasks, always handy with my Celestial Inventory whenever I needed something from it.
Alma living with me was something neither of us had expected to feel so... right. Her presence was comforting, her laugh...
2025-03-26 07:13:21 +0000 UTC
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The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over Fiore’s rolling hills. The air was crisp as we made our way to the airship, headed to Alma’s family. I could feel the tension in the air.
“You look nervous,” I said, watching Alma as she adjusted her clothes and hesitated for a moment before boarding.
“I’m not nervous,” she replied quickly, though I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “Just… It’s been a while. I’m sure they’ll love you. Or at lea...
2025-03-26 07:12:53 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 47
Two Weeks Later
The guild had become a hive of anticipation, and I could feel it in every corner of the guildhall. It had been two weeks since Makarov’s announcement about the S-Class promotion trial, and the day had finally arrived.
The trial wasn’t taking place in the guildhall, of course. No, Makarov had insisted on a location far from the guild—several miles outside Magnolia, at a secluded mountain.
The guild’s airship hovered above the are...
2025-03-26 07:12:09 +0000 UTC
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One Year Later
The clearing behind my house had become more than just a training ground. It was our place—the space where we pushed each other past our limits, where we grew together. The once-pristine ground bore the scars of countless battles, proof of how much we had improved.
I rolled my shoulders, letting Enhancement Magic flow through me. Strength, speed, endurance—every aspect of my body surged to its peak. Across from me, Alma stood firm, her Archive Magic screens flic...
2025-03-26 07:11:50 +0000 UTC
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Morning sunlight streamed through the guild’s windows, painting streaks of gold across the wooden floors. The usual Fairy Tail chaos had already begun—people laughing, shouting, and somewhere in the distance, something breaking.
Meanwhile, I was sitting across from Makarov in his office, slouched comfortably in my chair while he pinched the bridge of his nose like I’d just given him a migraine.
"You sure about this, Aiden?" he asked, sighing as he flipped through a few paper...
2025-03-26 07:11:06 +0000 UTC
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Makarov’s office was dimly lit. . A bottle of whiskey sat on the desk between two glasses, one half-empty, the other untouched.
Gildarts Clive leaned back in his chair, boots propped against the edge of Makarov’s desk. He had just returned from a three-year mission—one that had taken him far beyond Fiore’s borders, into lands most mages wouldn’t dare to tread.
Makarov sat across from him, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “So? What did you find?”
Gildart...
2025-03-26 07:10:18 +0000 UTC
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The first thing I noticed when I stepped outside was the smell of the sea—salt and morning mist mixing in the crisp air. The second thing was the silence.
Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind.
The shore was littered with footprints and discarded rags, remnants of the slaves' former lives. Now, they stood in clusters, talking in hushed voices, eyes darting between the open ocean and the unknown future ahead. The Tower of Heaven was gone, but that didn't mean the past had let the...
2025-03-26 07:05:41 +0000 UTC
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The campfire crackled, sending embers drifting into the night sky. The scent of roasting food filled the air, a stark contrast to the days of starvation and fear these people had endured. Tomorrow, we’d begin the long trek to the nearest town, but for tonight, I was making sure no one went to bed hungry.
NIMO had set up a massive feast, and the survivors were eyeing the food warily, as if they couldn’t believe it was real. The children—Sho, Milliana, Jellal, and Erza—had barely ...
2025-03-26 07:02:02 +0000 UTC
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The roar of the ocean was a distant whisper as I stepped deeper into the tower, my boots striking against cold stone.
The prisoners were free. That part of the mission was done.
But I wasn’t finished.
Every exit was sealed. No way out. No second chances.
A perfect cage.
The ones still inside—the slavers, the tormentors, the filth—would never see daylight again.
A static-laced voice crackled through a lacrima-powered speaker embedded in the wall.
2025-03-26 07:01:33 +0000 UTC
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With Kagura fully rested and Irene now tagging along, I decided it was time to move. I gave Fenrir one last pat before dismissing it back in a flash of light.
With Fenrir unsummoned, I reached into my Inventory and pulled out something more suited for a group. A flash of light later, a sleek, black vehicle materialized before us—the Regalia.
Irene’s sharp eyes flickered toward it, her expression unreadable. "Hmph. Extravagant."
Kagura’s eyes went wide as she gasped sof...
2025-03-26 07:01:08 +0000 UTC
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The campfire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows against the ruins. The night was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. Inside the magical tent, Kagura slept soundly—probably the first real sleep she’d had in years.
I leaned against Fenrir, arms crossed, staring into the fire.
Alma.
I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head slightly. I hadn't been gone that long, but already, I missed her presence. The way she always saw through my nonsense. The way s...
2025-03-26 07:00:38 +0000 UTC
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The sun hung low in the sky as I made my way through Magnolia, my mind already focused on what lay ahead.
The Tower of Heaven.
The place where countless people were enslaved, forced to build something that should never have existed. A place that, in the future, would shape Erza Scarlet into the woman she was destined to become.
But that future hadn’t happened yet.
And I was about to walk stra...
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The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of Magnolia’s nightlife as Alma and I strolled down the cobbled streets. The town felt different at night—quieter, softer. Lanterns flickered overhead, casting a warm glow across the roads, their gentle swaying creating dancing shadows along the buildings.
Alma let out a low whistle, taking it all in. "Fancy. Didn’t take you for the ‘romantic evening stroll’ type."
I smirked. "And here I thought you knew me."
She ...
2025-03-26 06:59:38 +0000 UTC
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The guild was as loud and chaotic as ever—laughter, shouting, and the occasional brawl breaking out over spilled drinks. Just another normal day in Fairy Tail.
Then, the town bells rang.
A sudden, eerie silence fell over the guild. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Drinks hovered in midair as people froze, eyes widening in realization.
Then—
RUMBLE.
The ground trembled. A deep, mechanical groan echoed from outside. Buildings shifted, roads rearranged, entir...
2025-03-26 06:59:09 +0000 UTC
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I lounged in my chair, arms crossed, watching as Makarov stared me down like a disappointed grandfather—which, to be fair, was basically his permanent expression.
He finally sighed, rubbing his temples. "So… Laxus told me what you gave him."
I smirked. "That so?"
Makarov gave me a pointed look. "A Fruit that turns him into lightning itself. And a Dragon Lacrima that will, eventually, turn him into a Lightning Dragon Slayer."
"Technically, I intend for him to become...
2025-03-26 06:58:49 +0000 UTC
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The morning sun cast a warm glow over Magnolia as I strolled through town, hands in my coat pockets. Laxus walked beside me, looking as grumpy as ever, while Alma trailed slightly ahead, and a much smaller figure clung to her side—Cana.
It had been a few days since she arrived at Fairy Tail, and while she was still shy, she was getting more comfortable. She mostly stuck to Alma, though. Not that I blamed her—Alma had a way of making people feel safe.
"So, what’s the plan?" L...
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The forest was quiet, save for the rustling leaves and distant chirping of birds. The morning sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting speckled patterns on the forest floor. This place, far from the city and deep in nature, was perfect for what we had planned.
Laxus stood across from me, his stance firm, shoulders squared. The Rumble-Rumble Fruit’s power already pulsed through him, faint sparks of electricity crackling at his fingertips. He wasn’t used to it yet, but the ...
2025-03-26 06:57:34 +0000 UTC
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Laxus scowled as he stomped up the pathway leading to my cottage, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. His expression screamed ‘annoyed teenager being dragged into something against his will.’
"This better not be another one of your dumb chores," he grumbled, shooting me a glare.
I scoffed. "Excuse me? When have I ever—"
"You made me chop wood for an hour last time."
I waved a hand. "That was character building."
"You sat there drinking juice the en...
2025-03-26 06:56:59 +0000 UTC
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Life had returned to normal after our trip.
Or at least, as normal as things could be in Fairy Tail.
My relationship with Alma had changed—there were no confessions, no grand declarations, but there was an understanding. A quiet shift in the way we looked at each other, the way we spoke, the way we simply existed together.
But for now, there were other things to focus on.
I exhaled, staring at the enchanted gemstone in my hand. For the past few weeks, I had been divi...
2025-03-26 06:56:31 +0000 UTC
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The guild hall was quieter than usual, the lingering remnants of celebration finally fading into normalcy. A few weeks had passed since the war, and life was slowly returning to its usual rhythm.
But for me and Alma? Today marked the start of something else entirely.
I leaned against the bar, watching as Alma double-checked the contents of a small travel bag. Her brows furrowed, lips pursed in concentration as she made sure everything was in place.
"You know, it’s just a t...
2025-03-26 06:55:44 +0000 UTC
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