Strange People Everywhere

"I wonder when this awful weather will clear up." Eleven stood at the cave entrance, gazing at the sky with a melancholy expression.

After resting and recovering in the Silent Town, Eleven and Natsu embarked on their journey home the next day, full of energy.

As for the money loss, there's no use worrying about it. The old man will settle the accounts eventually, so let's not worry about it!

However, they then encountered another problem: Natsu refused to ride in the carriage or on the train anymore, throwing a tantrum and yelling that he wanted to walk back to the guild.

Eleven couldn't dissuade him, so she had no choice but to go along with him on the long and arduous journey. Fortunately, this place wasn't actually very far from Magnolia, so they wouldn't get lost like they had when they met Mira last time.

But fate is unpredictable; it seems to always create difficulties when people are already in a bad mood, making their situation even worse. So, a heavy rain began to fall, forcing Eleven and Natsu, already covered in dust from their journey, to find shelter.

The two people huddled in a small cave, with a campfire burning around them, looking rather forlorn.

Unlike Eleven, who was staring blankly at the sky, Natsu was in a pretty good mood. As long as he didn't have to take transportation, he didn't care what kind of suffering he had to endure.

At this moment, Natsu held a torch in each hand and was munching on the flames like he was eating skewers, looking quite pleased with himself.

Eleven peered over curiously, watching Natsu eat the fire with such relish. He subconsciously swallowed, and couldn't resist picking up a piece of firewood himself, carefully examining the flames on it.

What does flame taste like? Is it delicious?

"Hmm, it's alright," Natsu replied to Eleven while chewing on the flame in his mouth. "But this flame is a bit damp, it's not very tasty. I still prefer charcoal-grilled flames."

Eleven: (￣ー￣) Hmm...

He had heard that Natsu, being Fire Dragon Slayer Mage, could eat fire, but this was the first time he had ever seen Natsu eat fire in person, and he had no idea that fire could have different flavors.

What happens when fire gets damp?

Why does charcoal grilling make meat taste better? Is it the same principle as charcoal-grilled meat?

Speaking of which, can Laxus, who is also Dragon Slayer, be affected by fire? No, wait, that guy is an electric mage, so he's probably affected by lightning.

Does lightning smell different too?

Dragon Slayers are really a bunch of weirdos.

What if their magic attributes are some strange or unusual things? Could that be eaten?

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Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the dark clouds, as thick as ink, were oppressive and suffocating. The rain fell in fine threads, as dense as if weaving cloth across the sky.

But amidst this downpour, several people, one adult and six children, were completely oblivious to being exposed to the rain – seven figures in total.

The only adult among them was a tall man with silver-white hair, shirtless but wearing a pure white cloak, a style somewhat reminiscent of Gildarts. The man had dark skin and a face with sharply defined features, as if carved by a knife and axe.

"It's nearby," the tall man said in a deep voice, seemingly instructing the boy before him. "Concentrate and do as I instruct you. Use a magic circle to reconstruct the shattered concepts in your mind..."

"I know!" A blue-haired boy coldly interrupted the man.

The boy had a handsome face with an intricate red birthmark on his right cheek. It wasn't unsightly; rather, it looked like a cool tattoo. He appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his eyes were unusually cold, completely lacking the innocence and naivety a child should have.

The boy indifferently raised one of his arms, and a massive amount of magical power burst forth. However, it was not scattered; instead, under the boy's exquisite control, it quickly formed a huge magic circle on the stone mountain in front of him.

Watching the boy continuously draw magic circles with his magic, even the tall man who was his master couldn't help but marvel repeatedly, his face full of disbelief, unable to believe that a child could learn such a complex magic circle so quickly.

The magic circle on the stone mountain grew larger and more complex. Finally, when it reached its limit, the boy clenched his fist in the air, Self-Destructing Collapse Magic Circle was activated instantly.

The entire rock-built mountain shattered with a deafening roar, but the fragments didn't scatter in all directions; instead, they all converged towards the center, as if a black hole existed there. When all the rocks had gathered and compressed to their limit, an even more violent explosion followed, sending a huge mushroom cloud soaring into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the entire massive rock mountain was reduced to a cloud of dust.

The tall man stared blankly at the huge crater caused by the explosion, his eyes filled with shock. He never expected that the boy could grasp such a level of skill after just one lesson.

The man walked to the boy's side, standing parallel to him, and said with feigned composure, "As expected of you, you've mastered the Self-Destructing Collapse Magic Circle to such an extent."

"That's not enough." The boy's voice was cold and sickly in response to the man's praise.

"What?" The man looked at the boy in disbelief.

The boy slowly turned around to look at his "master." His face showed no joy at successfully casting the spell; instead, it was as gloomy as the sky, and his tone was filled with coldness and madness. "Not enough. What I seek is utter destruction, leaving not a trace!"

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the boy's face, twisted with madness, his eyes filled with a desire for destruction.

The tall man stared blankly at the boy before him. Although he didn't consider himself a good person, the evil and arrogance in the boy's eyes still sent a chill down his spine.

But the man soon smiled again. There was nothing wrong with it; he liked this kind of madness. This was the look in the eyes of someone who embraced darkness.

"You bastard..."

"Hey!! Was it you bastards who carelessly started this explosion? It was dangerous, you know! Someone almost died!!"

The man was about to say something when he was interrupted by a roar. Looking up, he saw two disheveled figures flying out of the dust cloud. Although they were not seriously injured, their clothes were tattered, making them look like two flying beggars.

These two people were Natsu and Eleven, who had just taken shelter from the rain in the small cave.

At this moment Eleven was so angry he wanted to curse! Hiding in the small cave was supposed to be a very pleasant thing, as long as he kept an eye on the entrance, everything would be fine. But no matter how much he planned, who could have imagined that the damn mountain behind him would suddenly explode!

That's a mountain! It's made of stone!

It suddenly exploded into ashes, and it exploded twice! Who could stand that?!

If it weren't for Eleven's quick reaction, he and Natsu might really be dead here today!

Looking at the group of people at his feet, Eleven was furious. What's wrong with them blowing up mountains for fun?!

Look at that white-haired uncle, he's actually imitating Gildarts's style of dress, shameless!

Look at this blue-haired boy, he's already got tattoos on his face at such a young age, he's not learning anything good!

Looking at the five equally young boys and girls behind them, apart from the little girl, the rest were all ugly and disfigured!

Seriously! I keep running into weird people wherever I go!