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Chapter 69 Black Wings!
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"Since everything's alright, let's go back."
Makarov spoke up, saying that he never liked to pry into details, and since everyone was fine, they should happily go home.
Moen glanced again at the spot where the group had disappeared, nodded, and without saying anything more, strode towards Magnolia, clutching the spellbook "Memories of Time" tightly in his hand.
Natsu, however, still looked shaken. He was genuinely frightened; those were two terrifying monsters, especially the white one with a cat's tail!
"Did you defeat all those terrifying guys, Moen?"
Natsu asked Moen in a very low voice.
"I wouldn't call it a defeat, but they probably won't come here again."
Moen spoke with a smile, which made Natsu breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's great! As expected of Brother Moen!"
Natsu sighed in relief. He could finally relax now, no longer having to worry about encountering those two terrifying monsters!
Once he was happy again, Natsu put all his unpleasantness behind him and skipped ahead to lead the way.
Seeing this, Moen thought to himself that Natsu's fall wasn't actually that serious.
Come to think of it, this little guy has thick skin and is not so easy to get hurt.
Especially these kinds of superficial injuries are nothing to Natsu; the injuries he suffered in his fight with Gray were probably much worse.
However, Natsu really trusts him enough. He believes whatever he says without question, and he doesn't ask any details. His main principle is that if you dare to say it, he will believe it.
Looking at the carefree Natsu, Moen smiled. If there were more kids like him in the guild, the future would definitely be incredibly bright.
【Ding!
The mission "The Visitor from Time Travel" has been completed!
Task progress:
Help all your companions from the future return. (Completed)
Do you want to claim the task reward?
On my way back, the task completion screen popped up.
The mission was successfully completed, and Moen didn't dawdle; he immediately chose to claim the mission reward.
The reward for this mission is a random Silver Saint skill.
Moen was actually quite looking forward to the reward, because he really didn't know much about the Silver Saints' skills.
[Congratulations, Blackwing Feather's skills have been unlocked!]
A pop-up window appeared, and a series of knowledge flooded into Moen's brain, making him aware of this unfamiliar name.
'Black Wing Feathers' uses raven's black feathers to trap the enemy, then delivers a flying kick from a height. The body moves like a feather during the attack, and the kicking leg pierces the enemy's body like the root of a feather.'
This move comes from the "Silver Saint of the Crow Constellation". It is a leg technique that also has a certain degree of control.
For Moen, this was certainly a decent supplementary move.
What's most surprising is actually the skill's side effect: it grants Moen the ability to "command crows"!
'Oh no, will Grandpa Makarov think I'm a spy?'
Upon seeing this ability, the first thought that popped into Moen's mind was this: this crow was not a good omen, especially for the Dorleah family.
Moen glanced at the drunken Makarov beside him. The old man was always smiling and seemed carefree.
But Moen knew that Grandpa Makarov also had a lot of worries. In the Dolea family, the mention of crows basically referred to "that man," Moen's cheap father, Ivan Dolea, with whom he had a rather ordinary relationship.
After being expelled from the Fairy Tail guild, Ivan Dreyar started his own dark guild, Raven Tail, which focused on direct confrontation.
Grandpa Makarov loathed the guild "Raven's Tail" so much that he wished he could find the guild immediately, raze it to the ground, and clean house!
Makarov hated "Raven's Tail" for one reason: his good-for-nothing son. The boy did wrong but didn't repent, and even dared to go out and establish a dark guild. Makarov was truly disappointed in him.
As for the second reason, it's because this son also corrupted his grandson!
Laxus had previously said in a fit of pique that he planned to join his father's guild, "Raven's Tail," which was clearly something that Grandpa Makarov found hard to accept.
One factor after another combined to make Makarov deeply hate "Raven's Tail," and everyone in the guild shared the same hatred. There were quite a few people who hated Ivan Dolea, Gildarts being one of them.
However, Moen felt that people wouldn't necessarily have any ulterior motives towards him just because of his ability to "control crows".
"Gah!"
With a wave of his hand, a raven with jet-black feathers flew out of the woods and landed obediently on his arm.
This scene caught the attention of Makarov and Natsu, who both gathered around, looking at the crow with curiosity.
"Where did this bird come from? How come it's so obedient?"
Makarov asked curiously, not reacting to the fact that it was a crow, but maintaining a very normal attitude.
"Buzz!"
Moen's magic surged and covered the raven's body. Under the enhancement of the magic, the raven's body began to grow larger, becoming a large raven the size of a raptor!
"My new celestial magic ability allows me to command crows."
Moen explained, without hiding anything.
"Cool! Can you take people flying?"
Natsu asked with an expectant look on his face.
"If it can fly, then would it be considered a means of transportation?"
Moen asked Natsu a question in return, which made Natsu fall silent. The kid seemed to be thinking about the question very seriously.
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Makarov looked at Moen with a strange expression. He thought to himself, "This unlucky kid, is he just here to tease me by learning this magic? And he even claims it's some new ability of Celestial Magic."
"What's the use of this magic?"
Makarov asked, "This kind of magic, which can control and enhance specific creatures, is quite rare in my memory. It's impressive that Moen was able to find such a magic."
"Want to give it a try?"
Moen extended an invitation to the old man to try out the new skill, as he was quite eager to test its practical effects.
"Come on, let me see."
Makarov spoke up, carrying a bottle of liquor. He looked drunk, but in reality, being drunk wouldn't affect his fighting ability at all, and he wasn't worried at all about it affecting his condition.
"Black Wing Feather!"
Without saying much, Moen unleashed a move called "Black Wing Feather".
His figure leaped into the sky, while the large raven swooped directly towards Makarov. The raven's feathers quickly fell, covering Makarov like rain, and the black feathers fell on Makarov's body, tightly binding him.
At this point, all Moen needs to do is plummet down and kick him.
"Buzz!"
Then, before Moen could even kick him, Makarov, shrouded in black feathers, unleashed his magic, sending all the black feathers flying.
Moen stopped using his skill and landed back on the ground. He thought to himself that this skill really couldn't control a powerful figure like Grandpa Makarov.
Makarov broke free from control simply by relying on his powerful magic; this is the power of sheer numerical strength.
"This ability is very strange; it's making it hard for me to breathe."
Grandpa Makarov spoke up, offering his comments on the ability.
The old man looked somewhat surprised; he didn't think highly of this ability.
The mere sight of the black feathers covering the entire body was enough to intimidate anyone. Once covered by these feathers, even breathing became difficult. If an ordinary person couldn't break free from this feather cover, they would essentially be at the mercy of others.
(End of this chapter)