Motion-Sick Dragon Slayers Are Lame

At Magnolia Station, Laxus stood in a corner of the waiting hall, his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers tapping his upper arms occasionally, his face gloomy; he was very angry.

It's almost noon, and that bastard Hughes still hasn't arrived!

Time slipped by unnoticed, and Laxus's anger grew ever stronger. "Next time I team up with Hughes for a mission, if he doesn't make Hughes wait for him until night, he's a dog!"

Meanwhile, Hughes, carrying a large bag and a small bag, walked into the station with a look of utter despair.

What kind of mage carries so much food when going out on a mission!

Hughes shrugged and pushed the large pack that had slipped off his back back up.

Yes, the small bundle that Hughes was carrying in his hand contained his luggage; while the large bundle on his back contained the pastries Mira had just made.

As he entered the station, Hughes spotted the not-so-good-looking Thunder Boy in the distance and raised his hand to greet him.

"Yo, Laxus, Sashiberdana!"

Laughing... that bastard is still laughing. Laxus suddenly stood up straight and strode towards Hughes, his fists clenched tightly.

He had to deliver that punch; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to swallow this resentment. He wanted to make Hughes understand the power of a punch he had waited three hours for.

Once the two were at a suitable distance, Laxus pulled his right arm behind his back and slammed it down hard on Hughes's annoying face.

Hughes turned around and easily dodged; with a twist of his back muscles, the large package behind him slid down and caught on Laxus's outstretched arm.

"You waited for me for so long, and then you even helped me with my luggage! I feel so bad about that!"

Despite his reluctance, Hughes patted Laxus on the shoulder and strode away.

Finally... he can finally travel light.

Laxus, still in a punching stance, stood frozen in place, veins bulging on his face.

Has he been humiliated by Hughes again?

The enormous package on his arm was incredibly glaring, as if silently mocking him, Laxus's anger surged instantly.

"Oh, by the way, the package contains food prepared for you. Mira and I spent two hours making it!" Hughes's voice drifted from not far away.

Laxus:...

Food? Someone actually prepared food for him, and it took them two hours?

"Who wants to eat your food? You have time to prepare this pointless stuff at home, why don't you come earlier?"

Laxus roared, his anger extinguished by Hughes's few words.

He picked up Hughes's large bundle in a panic and hurried after him, saying, "You bastard, do you know I've been waiting for you here for three hours!"

Hughes nodded. "I know, I could have gotten there before you, but Mira insisted on making some food for us to eat on the way. What could I do?"

Laxus:... He was still a little angry, but didn't know how to vent it.

Seeing the lingering anger on his face, Hughes immediately patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be angry. Even the president says Mira's cooking is excellent. She won't let you wait these three hours for nothing!"

Inside the station, after demonstrating their identities as mages, the two proceeded straight to the train carriage with all green lights.

Alon Island is a small island in the ocean, far from the Magnolia Town.

The two of them first needed to take a train from Magnolia Station to Hargeon, and then find some private boats in Hargeon Port to take them to Alon Island.

Inside the train, Hughes opened the large package, rummaged inside, and took out two still-warm biscuits, one for each of them.

The aroma, carried by the rising steam, wafted straight to his nose and mouth. Laxus raised an eyebrow, looking at the flatbread in his hand with some surprise.

How can a flatbread smell this good?

"Eat up, I guarantee you'll want a second one." Hughes, who had already swallowed most of it whole, mumbled incoherently.

Laxus swallowed hard, shook his head with difficulty, and handed the flatbread in his hand to Hughes: "You eat it, I'll talk about it when we get to Hargeon."

To avoid embarrassing himself in front of Hughes, Laxus skipped breakfast.

Hughes looked at him with confusion and shock. Could there really be someone in this world who could refuse food made by Mira?

In a daze, a thought flashed through Hughes's mind, and he realized why Laxus dared not eat the food in his hand!

Hughes grinned lewdly, glancing at Laxus with ill intent, and nudged Laxus with his elbow.

"You don't get carsick, do you?!"

As everyone knows, Dragon Slayer all have a fatal flaw: they get motion sickness on all forms of transportation.

The more powerful the Dragon Slayer, the more exaggerated their motion sickness symptoms.

Laxus ignored Hughes and simply closed his eyes, putting on the Sound Pod hanging around his neck.

He is about to engage in a fierce battle with himself.

In short, anti-nausea...

The train slowly started moving. Hughes glanced at Laxus with disdain. The boy's eyes had rolled back, and he was slumped powerlessly in his seat, his mouth bulging.

Hughes quickly got up and changed seats; only a fool would sit next to Dragon Slayer while traveling.

They took a direct train to Hargeon, which takes about ten hours to Hargeon from Magnolia Town.

The train sped along without a single bump; Hughes, sitting in the spacious two-seater, yawned and drifted off to sleep.

As the bright sun slowly faded from the clear sky, a cool, bright moon rose to the center of the sky, Hughes led the exhausted Laxus out of Hargeon Station.

"Good?"

"Give me a few minutes to calm down... Ugh!"

Hughes shrugged. This was the price of magic; even a powerful Black Dragon couldn't escape the side effects of Dragon Slayer Magic.

Dragon Slayer Magic? Even a dog wouldn't learn that.

It was already late at night, and Hughes didn't plan to head straight to the port. He decided to stay there for the night and set sail again the next morning.

The main problem was that they couldn't find a ship in the middle of the night, and they also needed to let Laxus rest, otherwise Hughes was really afraid that he would die on the way.

After all, ships are also a means of transportation, so they also apply to Laxus.

Hughes led Laxus to a nearby hotel, booked two rooms, and threw the dog-like Laxus onto the bed Hughes returning to his own room.

The next day, the two, fully recovered, squatted on the beach at Hargeon Port, and ate a flatbread in a few bites with water.

"See? I wasn't lying to you! Mira's homemade food has never been bad!" Hughes said with a boastful tone.

Laxus nodded; Hughes was indeed right about that.

It seems I can go to Hughes's house for meals more often with the old man.

They had found a boat to Alon Island; it was a small boat that could only hold a few people, and they would set off that afternoon.

With nothing else to do, the two decided to arrive at the agreed-upon location early and wait.

After eating and drinking his fill, Laxus opened the package, took out several sheets of paper filled with writing, and handed them to Hughes.

"This is information from the Phantom Evil Silk Guild and Gogirde. Be careful; they seem to be holding you back."