I Developed a Split Personality
Gildarts simply smiled and made no comment regarding Eleven's outrageous remarks.
Each child needs a different approach. Gildarts might give a lecture to a headstrong, headstrong kid like Natsu, but for a little cunning like Eleven who already has the air of a seasoned old fox at such a young age, lecturing is completely unnecessary. Who knows what good he might be up to? It's better to beat him up than to lecture him.
"Hehe, since you're prepared, then go for it. Let me see how much you've improved in the last two years."
Seeing that Eleven had no intention of making way, Gildarts stopped talking nonsense, lifted his cloak, and prepared for battle. His magic began to slowly gather, and although he did not release the same pressure as before, it still made Eleven feel much more pressured.
Bang!!
Suddenly, Gildarts raised his left hand and smacked the air with a flick of his forehead. The space exploded, and an invisible force instantly vanished into nothingness—it was Eleven's Telekinesis attack.
Eleven's attacks are always silent and have no fancy names, so there's no need to shout them out. As a result, very few people can dodge his attacks, and no one has ever seen anyone smash something like Gildarts with a single blow.
However, Eleven didn't care at all. He didn't think he could cause any harm to Gildarts; it was just a greeting, albeit a sneak attack.
"Gildarts, I'm going to use all my strength!" In a flash Eleven was already in the air, excitedly shouting to Gildarts below.
"Oh, come on!" Gildarts's lips curled into a smile; he was equally curious about how far Eleven could go when he went all out.
For a fleeting moment Eleven in the sky had the thought of "why not just run away like this?", but he quickly dismissed it. Firstly, he needed to buy time for Macao and the others, and he wasn't even sure he could outrun Gildarts. Secondly, he wanted to know his limits and how far he was from the strongest Gildarts.
The light around Eleven began to distort because the concentration of Telekinesis caused the air to be stirred up, much like the rising steam above a flame, forcibly altering the trajectory of the refracted light.
Snap!!
A massive rock, weighing several tons, was broken off the rock face by Eleven and hurled at Gildarts like a flail.
"Is that all, Eleven?"
Gildarts simply raised one hand to meet the oncoming boulder in the face of such an attack. A flash of white light, and the rock, which was larger than a golem, was instantly sliced into countless tiny squares, which were scattered all over the ground.
"This is just the beginning!"
Boom! Boom!
Eleven lifted more boulders into the sky, showering them down on Gildarts like a meteor shower. At the same time, Eleven flew directly above Gildarts.
"Telekinesis Pressure!"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and an unprecedentedly massive wave of Telekinesis suddenly swept out in the air. Even the air below couldn't withstand the pressure and produced some slight popping sounds. With an unparalleled momentum, it pressed down on Gildarts below.
"Hehe, this is actually kind of interesting."
Sensing the power of the attack from above, Gildarts chuckled and raised his forearm to shield his forehead.
The violent airflow, compressed by Telekinesis, was the first to crash into the earth, creating a deafening roar and shaking the ground.
However, Gildarts, standing at the very center of the storm, remained unmoved. If Telekinesis were visible to the naked eye, one could see that the mass of Telekinesis that touched Gildarts's arm was rapidly breaking apart layer by layer, turning into fine fragments that dispersed into the air.
"It's not over yet, Gildarts!"
In the sky, Eleven roared, his eyes shining even brighter. Another wave of Telekinesis Pressure, no less powerful than the previous one, condensed and crashed down, landing squarely directly above the first wave of Telekinesis, completing the double pressure.
"Um?"
Gildarts below immediately felt the pressure above his head increase dramatically. The second wave of Telekinesis Pressure was not Crush or deflected because it did not directly contact Gildarts, and the force of hundreds of tons of gravity pressed down on Gildarts's arm.
"Get down on your knees, Gildarts!" Eleven roared in the sky, desperately squeezing out every last bit of strength from his body.
Boom!!
The immense force caught Gildarts off guard. He, who had been supporting himself with only one hand, had to use his other hand to hold onto his raised forearm. His knees bent under the sudden pressure, and the ground beneath his feet shattered, forming ring-shaped cracks.
Gildarts used magic to Crush the ground, creating a buffer that prevented him from being crushed by the sudden pressure.
"Tsk, is it still too shallow?"
Seeing that his all-out attack had not achieved the desired effect, Eleven was slightly disappointed. As expected of Gildarts, it seems that he couldn't do it on his own.
Just as Eleven was about to be exhausted, Gildarts below suddenly laughed, looking very pleased. "Haha, Eleven, you've really gotten a lot stronger! But I won't be defeated so easily by you, take this— Crush!"
The dazzling light of the Crush magic releaser instantly sliced countless regular shapes into the two large masses of Telekinesis. The Telekinesis exploded continuously from bottom to top, and the cracked patterns spread upwards. What should have been an attack of Telekinesis as an invisible substance appeared to be shattered into pieces in an instant.
Eleven watched as the Crush magic drew ever closer, seemingly very slowly, yet impossible to dodge. It disintegrated Elaine's Telekinesis attack, spreading until it reached him and then sliced across his body!
Am I going to die?
Killed by Gildarts?
Are you kidding me? That's so stupid!
In the instant he was being cut open, Eleven thought of many things. He had considered how he would die, but he never imagined he would die at the hands of Gildarts! How could it be? Gildarts was a guildmate!
"Ah, sorry, I used too much force!" Gildarts, seeing that his magic had directly pierced through Eleven's body, quickly withdrew his hands and scratched his head apologetically.
Feel sorry?
Too much force?
Are you kidding me? I'm about to die!
An unnamed rage welled up from his dantian, and Eleven roared with almost his last ounce of strength, "Gildarts! You big bastard!"
"Gildarts, you shameless bastard!"
"Gildarts! Alpaca!"
"Asshole!"
"Idiot!"
"Baga! Baga!"
I'm so angry!
"Hmph! Hmph!"
To everyone's surprise, as soon as Eleven shouted, countless sharp curses rang out around him, creating a chaotic and incessant cacophony.
Speaking of which, how come he's still alive?
Shouldn't it have been instantly Crush?
And it doesn't seem to hurt at all.
The strange feeling grew stronger and stronger. Eleven subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came from, and saw that countless versions of himself were also looking in his direction at the same time. He had been broken down into countless miniature versions, densely covering the entire sky.
Gildarts watched the chattering little Eleven fall from the sky, scratched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Haha, sorry, sorry. But don't worry, this isn't the kind of magic that kills, it won't hurt you."
The little Elevens all splattered and fell to the ground, rolling and scrambling, some even bouncing a few times, before collapsing to the ground, completely bewildered. Each of them was about the size of a fingernail, and both their Spiritual Power and physical strength had shrunk proportionally, making them really no different from a group of tiny insects.
However, putting aside combat power, what surprised Eleven the most was that his spirit had also been severed—not his Spiritual Power, but his spirit, or rather, his consciousness.
These little Eleven scattered all over the ground actually have their own independent thoughts; they can even communicate with each other and discuss who the real Eleven is.
Although they share the same soul vessel, their thoughts are not shared.
What's going on?
Did Gildarts drive me insane?