Mind Reading and Butts

This time, he really had used Spiritual Power to cast genuine magic! It was much smoother than casting it with magic power, too. He could control it as easily as his own limbs, something he could never do with magic power.

Excited, Eleven hurriedly connected to Warren's Spiritual Power once more.

Ah, he learns so fast. Why am I so stupid? I still haven't got the slightest idea how to project my Spiritual Power! Is it because this handsome guy is such a good teacher after all? That was what Warren was thinking.

Eleven was astonished to discover that he could read Warren's thoughts at will! Warren had clearly told him before that only thoughts the other person wanted him to hear could be read!

"Warren, can Telepathy forcibly read someone else's thoughts?" Eleven asked through the Telepathy channel.

Warren was taken aback by the question and pretended to ponder it.

How could that be possible? How much stronger than the other person would you have to be? It shouldn't be possible. Speaking of which, is this kid about to get some perverted ideas? I'd better stop him right away! Sigh, that's the handsome me for you, always there to help lost boys and girls in time. That was what went through Warren's mind in that instant.

"Hmm, impossible!" That was what Warren said through Telepathy.

Eleven: (ㅍ_ㅍ)

Eleven had never known that a person could have so many outrageous thoughts in an instant and then speak to someone else so calmly.

Fortunately, this mind-reading ability had let Eleven learn what he wanted to know. Mind reading should require a certain gap between the two parties, though it probably depended not on strength, but on the difference in Spiritual Power. It might also have something to do with his casting magic directly with Spiritual Power. After all, casting it with magic power hadn't produced this effect at all.

After experimenting for a while and listening to Warren's narcissistic thoughts, Eleven withdrew his Spiritual Power. This ability might work wonders on missions. If he could read an opponent's thoughts, he would have a tremendous advantage in taking the initiative in battle, and it would also be quite effective for gathering information.

But he planned to use it sparingly in everyday life. He had no interest in prying into other people's secrets, nor did he want to listen to their thoughts all the time. He felt he would learn all sorts of strange things that way, and they would corrupt his pure heart.

He stayed in Rakao Village for another two days to teach Warren how to project his Spiritual Power. Unfortunately, Warren still hadn't learned it by the end and could only give up. Eleven then packed his bags and headed home.

Warren stood at the village entrance, watching Eleven recede into the distance, his face full of melancholy.

"If you want to go see the outside world, then go. Grandpa supports you." The old village chief walked unsteadily up behind Warren and patted him on the back.

Warren looked back at his grandfather and the villagers at work, then sighed. "Let's rebuild the village first."

Meanwhile, Eleven swaggered back to the guild. The mission had been an exceptional success: not only had he avoided paying compensation, but he'd also received half the reward. Excellent! Most importantly, he'd learned a new kind of magic and gained a rough idea of the upper limit of his own strength. He could be said to have exceeded the mission's requirements.

"I'm back!"

In high spirits, Eleven pushed open the doors to Fairy Tail. He was just about to shout again and share the joy of coming home with his friends. But the moment he stepped through the doors, before he could even glimpse their smiling faces, a flash of white butt filled his vision!

Those pale, tender butt cheeks came straight at Eleven's face. The sudden shock startled him so badly that he instantly entered Super Mental Acceleration Mode!

At that moment, time nearly stood still. He could even clearly feel the touch of that soft, pink butt against the tip of his nose. Without thinking much—or rather, with his brain already shut down from the soft, tender sensation—Eleven unleashed his Telekinesis in an instant, even in Acceleration Mode, and slammed that snowy-white butt back the way it had come!

Boom!!

A figure flew like a cannonball into the bar directly opposite Fairy Tail's entrance. Countless drinks were knocked over, filling the air with the scent of alcohol.

"W-what the... what the heck is going on?"

Eleven clutched his chest, his heart still pounding, and leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath. His expression was both terrified and bewildered.

Where had that butt come flying from?

Everyone in Fairy Tail had also been startled by the sudden turn of events, but when they saw the frightened Eleven at the door, they cheered up again.

"Hahaha, Eleven's back! Things are about to get lively!"

"Yeah. Honestly, I've gotten tired of watching that kid Gray get beaten up these past two days."

"Good grief, I'm really worried about our guild's future."

At the back of the crowd, a scarlet figure glanced at Eleven, who stood at the door greeting everyone, then looked at the white butt that had been flung into the bar, its owner's fate unknown. She calmly returned to the corner where she had been sitting, as though the commotion had nothing to do with her at all.

After coming to, Gray sat there with his face black and blue. Beside him, Wakaba, the seasoned old hand, kept teasing him, but Gray was still a little dazed from the beating, so he barely reacted.

Eleven glared fiercely at Gray's pants, which someone had put on him, and scrubbed his nose hard with a towel.

Cana sat nearby, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten up. She finally managed to stop, but when she looked up and saw Eleven wiping his nose, she clutched her stomach and burst out laughing again.

"All right, Cana, stop laughing! Who did you just say was responsible?" Eleven shot an annoyed glance at Cana, who was making a spectacle of herself beside him, and asked irritably.

"Hahaha, it was... hahaha, stop wiping your nose, please! You're going to kill me! Hahaha..." Cana had meant to answer Eleven's question properly, but she really couldn't hold back her laughter and could barely get the words out.

"All right, stop laughing and be serious!"

With no other choice, Eleven resorted to his newly learned skill, Telepathy Magic. His serious voice sounded directly in Cana's head.

Sure enough, Cana's attention was immediately caught. Her laughter gradually subsided, and she asked in surprise, "Is that Telepathy Magic? When did you learn it?"

"That's not important. Answer my question first. How did Gray go flying?"

Eleven stopped using Telepathy Magic and spoke aloud instead, because whenever he used it, he unconsciously began reading minds. And even now, the thing on Cana's mind was still his face against that butt.

Sure enough, Cana covered her mouth and giggled again. This time, though, she showed much more restraint. She stretched out a small hand and pointed toward a corner of the guild. "Look, that red-haired girl did it."