Molding Magic

Eleven was ordered to wear a cast and rest for half a year.

And this was no ordinary doctor's advice, but an order from the authority among authorities, Fairy Tail's consulting pharmacist, Ms. Porlyusica.

Eleven could be considered a regular at Porlyusica's little cabin, and he also held the undisputed position of the brat Porlyusica hated most. Porlyusica had never met a brat who got hurt so easily, talked so much, and was so oblivious.

Normally, she never delayed when she could heal Eleven quickly, but this time, unusually, she was going to treat him for a full six months. Eleven suspected there was some shady deal between the master and Porlyusica. Porlyusica had once healed his broken bones in just three days, so this time should have been easy too. But after the master called her out for a ten-minute chat, Porlyusica had returned looking utterly aggrieved and told him he needed six months of treatment, during which he couldn't remove the cast or go on missions.

That damn old man is so devious. Look how badly he's bullied Ms. Porlyusica—her face has even turned green. Good thing I'm here to keep her company! Yeah, I'll talk to her more when I come back to have my dressings changed.

"Get out!"

Porlyusica swept Eleven out the door with a broom, sending him scrambling. But Eleven didn't mind. He thought it was a special way Porlyusica showed closeness to people; he hadn't actually sensed any anger. Yeah, looks like Ms. Porlyusica really does like me best in the whole guild.

Eleven didn't intend to waste those six months. Although he couldn't go out to work, his physical inconvenience didn't actually affect his life much. Telekinesis was just that versatile. He could still train as usual, and with the time he would have spent exercising freed up, he had much more time to cultivate his Spiritual Power and magic power. Eleven also planned to spend the six months reading more, making himself wiser so Cana and Laxus would praise him more.

Eleven's reading plan was interrupted the moment he opened his book.

"Hey, you, floating around everywhere." Gray suddenly appeared behind Eleven, his tone sharp, his hands in his pockets, looking like a delinquent.

Eleven glanced back and frowned slightly. He actually interrupted my studying!

"Um, well, thanks for inviting me to join the guild." Gray squirmed awkwardly for a long time before finally squeezing out a word of thanks.

Ah, so he's a good kid! Eleven, who was only eleven himself, gave him a fatherly smile. "Don't mention it. I should be thanking you for taking me to the doct... uh, what are you doing?"

"Ah!!" Cana screamed beside him.

Right before them, Gray very naturally took off his clothes one piece at a time, using a technique that defied description. Even Eleven's Spiritual Power could hardly keep up with the speed at which he stripped. By the time Eleven reacted, Gray was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants.

"Ah! When did that happen? Damn it, it really has become a bad habit!" Gray himself seemed very surprised too, but he just stood there expressing surprise and regret, with no intention of putting his clothes back on.

Eleven quickly leaned close to Cana's ear and asked cautiously, "Cana, Cana, is this one of those legendary perverts?"

Cana secretly parted two of the fingers covering her eyes and peeked at Gray, then hurriedly closed them again and nodded emphatically.

"Oh! It's my first time seeing a pervert!" Eleven looked at Gray in amazement.

"Damn it, I'm not a pervert! I just accidentally took my clothes off, that's all." Gray heard Eleven and angrily defended himself.

Eleven: (￣ー￣)

"Damn it, I'll teach you a lesson!" Gray grew even angrier at Eleven's expression and shouted as he charged at him.

"Ah! Stay away!" With a scream from Eleven, Gray was slapped flying by Telekinesis.

It was Eleven's first time seeing a naked man in nothing but underpants charging at him. Although the other party was only an eight-year-old child, he instinctively felt a chill of revulsion and unconsciously edged closer to Cana.

"What happened?" Only when Cana felt Eleven press close to her did she find the courage to lower her hands and look around.

"Nothing. Quick, cover your eyes. It's painful to look at." Eleven hurriedly grabbed Cana's hands and put them back over her eyes.

"Damn it, what kind of attack was that?" Gray was tough enough that he ran right back as though nothing had happened, but he was even angrier. "Since you used magic, I won't hold back either! Don't blame me if you get hurt! Ice-Make: Hammer!"

Gray made a fist with one hand and held the other flat, pressing them together at his side. Ice-attribute magic power surged within him, and a hammer of ice the size of a human head slowly formed in midair before smashing toward Eleven.

Eleven watched the hammer flying through the air in amazement. Then it stopped in midair just like that. Eleven grabbed it in his palm, brought it before him, and examined it closely.

"A hammer made of ice? It's pretty detailed, too!" Eleven held the hammer and looked at it for a long time, full of admiration, before handing it to Cana, who was peeking from the side.

"Um, per... Gray, what kind of magic is this? It can make an ice hammer out of thin air."

Gray was still somewhat dazed. He couldn't accept what had happened. His prized attack magic was being handled like a work of art by these two people who weren't much older than him, even passed back and forth between them.

The cruelty of society robbed Gray of his fighting spirit, leaving him somewhat dejected. Though impulsive, he was still very smart, and he realized that he and Eleven definitely weren't on the same level. He no longer felt like staying angry, so he obediently explained Ice-Make Magic to Eleven.

"Molding Magic! In that case, I guess I'm a Telekinesis Molding Mage too. Look, Telekinetic Hammer." As he spoke, Eleven pointed a finger at the empty sky and gave Gray a warm smile.

Gray looked at Eleven's face, then at the sky, where there really was nothing...

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"Bastard! You're messing with me again! I'll fight you!"

Bang!!

Gray was slapped straight onto the ground by something he couldn't identify, cracking the guild floor.

"Don't be so impulsive. Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there. Feel it for yourself—isn't the thing that hit you a hammer?" Eleven lectured Gray, who had been slapped to the floor, with a righteous expression. He even used his Telekinesis to rotate the Telekinetic Hammer twice.

Gray felt particularly aggrieved. Being mistaken for a pervert was bad enough, and being toyed with was bad enough, but now that he'd been slapped onto the floor, he actually had to feel for himself what had hit him. You couldn't bully someone like this.

Ignoring Gray, who was wriggling his butt over there, Eleven considered how useful Molding Magic was. After thinking it over, though, he ultimately gave up on it. Perhaps for other attributes, Molding Magic could increase power by creating shapes, but for his own shapeless, intangible Telekinesis, which he controlled at will, molding an elaborate shape was meaningless. A rough shape was enough. The main thing was that no matter how finely he molded it, nobody else could see it. It would be purely for his own amusement.

"Hahaha, Eleven, I didn't expect you to become so shameless after getting hurt. You're actually bullying a kid."

With a deliberately hearty laugh, a blond youth wearing an incredibly ugly pair of headphones swaggered in.