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The guild hall erupted in cheers at Makarov's announcement, mugs clinking and fists pumping as the S-class exam excitement spread like wildfire. Varion stood near the bar, the kids clustered around him—Wendy bouncing on her toes, Natsu punching the air, Sting and Rogue exchanging grins, Gajeel crossing his arms with a smirk. Even the Strauss siblings joined in, Lisanna clapping excitedly, Elfman sniffling but cheering through tears.
"We're gonna be S-class one day!" Natsu yelled, flames flickering.
Rogue smiled faintly. "One day."
Gajeel grunted. "Tch, we'll crush it."
Varion smiled down at them, ruffling rouge's hair. "You'll get there. Just keep training—there's no rush."
Across the hall, Laxus Dreyar leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his lightning scar prominent on his face. His eyes locked onto Varion, a determined glare burning with challenge—clearly sizing him up as a rival, the new "prodigy" who'd joined and already caught the guild's attention. Laxus's jaw tightened, his aura crackling faintly with electricity.
Varion felt the stare and glanced over, meeting Laxus's gaze. He gave a polite, neutral nod—nothing more, no challenge, no ego—just acknowledgment of another strong mage. Then he looked away, turning back to the kids with a smile as he answered their questions about the exams.
Laxus's eyes narrowed, visibly pissed off at the casual dismissal. His fists clenched, lightning sparking around his knuckles for a split second before he forced it down, turning away with a scoff. The message was clear: this new guy didn't see him as a threat yet. That only fueled Laxus's determination to prove him wrong.
The guild's energy stayed high, the S-class buzz m
Varion stood near the bar, his mind was already turning inward, He needed to sharpen himself before the exams. Three and a half weeks of solo training in the mountains or a secluded forest felt right. It would give him the edge he needed without the distractions of the guild or the kids.
He gathered Erza, Mira, Lucy, and Brandish on the walk home, the kids running ahead to play in the expanded backyard. The girls chatted lightly, but Varion's silence caught their attention. As they reached the house, he stopped on the porch, turning to them.
"I need to tell you something," he said quietly. "I've decided to go off and train on my own for three and a half weeks. I want to strengthen my magic control and power a bit more before the S-class exams. It's the best way to prepare."
The reaction was immediate. Erza's eyes widened, her posture stiffening. "Three and a half weeks? Alone? That's a long time, Varion. Are you sure?"
Mira crossed her arms, her brows furrowing. "You're leaving us for that long? What if something happens? We could train with you."
Lucy bit her lip, clutching her skirt. "But… we'll miss you. The kids too. Can't you do shorter sessions or something?"
Brandish shrugged, but her lazy smile faded. "Sounds intense. You sure you don't want company?"
Varion shook his head gently. "I need the focus. It's not forever—just until the exams. I'll be back stronger."
The girls weren't happy. But they were conflicted, knowing how seriously he was taking the exams. They wanted him to succeed, even if it meant missing him.
Erza nodded reluctantly. "If it's for the exams… we understand. Just… be safe."
Mira huffed. "Fine. But you better come back in one piece."
Lucy smiled softly. "We'll hold the fort. The kids will miss you, though."
Brandish smirked. "Don't get lost in the mountains, or something stupid."
Varion smiled, grateful for their support. "I won't. Thank you."
The girls watched him head inside to prepare, their mixed feelings lingering—pride in his dedication, but a quiet ache at the thought of him being gone so long.
-Later that night at dinner‐
Varion sat at the head of the dinner table that evening, the kids gathered around him with their usual energy—plates piled high with roast chicken, fresh vegetables, and warm bread. The house was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking utensils, but as the meal wound down, he set his fork aside and cleared his throat.
"I have something to tell you all," he said, his voice calm but serious. "I'm going to go off and train on my own for three and a half weeks. I need to strengthen my magic control and power before the S-class exams."
The table went quiet. The kids' faces fell, especially Wendy's. Her lips trembled slightly and her small hands clutching her fork. "Three and a half weeks? But… that's so long! You can just train here! I promise we'll leave you alone so you can focus."
Sting crossed his arms, frowning. "Yeah, we can train together! Why alone?"
Rogue nodded quietly, his expression downcast. "We'll miss you."
Natsu slammed his fist on the table. "No way! We're a team!"
Gajeel grunted. "Tch. Fine, go. But don't expect us to wait around doing nothing."
Varion's heart ached at their reactions—Wendy's especially hitting him hard. He stood, pulling them all into a group hug, his arms wrapping around as many as he could reach. "It's not that long. I'll be back before you know it. And I have an idea to make it fun for you too."
He pulled back, looking at each of them with a playful grin. "You should take this time and train as well. Show me how strong you all can get. It'll be a contest—who grows the most while I'm gone. I don't think you brats can do it, though. You're all still too slow and sloppy."
The taunt worked perfectly. Natsu's eyes lit up with fire. "What?! We'll show you!"
Sting smirked. "You're on! I'll be the strongest when you get back!"
Rogue's quiet smile turned determined. "Challenge accepted."
Gajeel laughed gruffly. "Gihee! I'll crush it."
Wendy wiped her tears, a small smile breaking through. "I'll train hard too!"
Elfman pumped his fist, tears forgotten. "Manly training!"
Lisanna giggled. "We'll surprise you!"
Varion's grin widened. "Good. And if I think you're strong enough when I get back… the reward will be a secret art I'll teach you early. Something powerful—if you're ready for it."
The kids' eyes sparkled with excitement, the sadness replaced by determination. They cheered, already planning training regimens, the mood shifting to eager anticipation.
The next morning, Varion walked into the Fairy Tail guild hall, the familiar chaos already in full swing—Natsu and Gray arguing over breakfast, Cana shuffling cards, Levy buried in a book. The kids were scattered around, but he made his way straight to Makarov at the bar.
"Master," Varion said, "I've decided to go off and train on my own for three and a half weeks. I need to sharpen my magic control and power before the S-class exams."
Makarov stroked his mustache, thinking for a moment. He glanced toward the corner where Gildarts was lounging with a mug of ale, then waved him over. "Gildarts! Come here for a second."
Gildarts sauntered over, his massive frame making the floor creak. "What's up, old man?"
Makarov looked back at Varion. "Varion here wants to train alone for the exams. But I think it might be better if he had some guidance. Gildarts, are you interested in taking him along on a few S-class missions? Observe him, spar with him, help refine what he can do with your experience?"
Gildarts grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Hell yeah. Sounds fun. kid's got potential—I can beat some real experience into him."
Varion blinked, surprised but intrigued. "S-class missions? With Gildarts?" 'I wanted to go solo but this opportunity is much better, I don't know how strong he is but he feels stronger the jose that's for sure.'
Makarov nodded. "It'll be good for you. Real combat, real stakes. And Gildarts is the best teacher we have for pushing limits. What do you say?"
Varion thought for a second, then nodded. "I'm in. Thank you."
Gildarts slapped him on the back hard enough to rattle his bones. "Get ready, kid. We're leaving tomorrow. Pack light—we're going deep into the mountains."
-Next day-
They left early the next morning, the sky still a deep indigo as Varion and Gildarts set out from Magnolia. Gildarts carried a large pack slung over his shoulder, his stride easy and confident, while Varion walked beside him with his bag over his shoulder, the weight of anticipation settling in his chest. They took a long trek through the wilderness—dense forests giving way to rugged hills, then rocky paths winding upward into the mountains. The air grew cooler and thinner as they climbed, the sounds of birds and rustling leaves fading into the quiet of high altitude.
After several hours, they reached a wide, open clearing nestled between jagged peaks, the ground rocky and uneven, perfect for a fight. Gildarts dropped his bag with a heavy thud, stretching his arms overhead. "Alright, kid. Drop your stuff. Follow me."
Varion set his bag down and trailed after him. They walked a good distance away from the camp, far enough that the clearing felt isolated, the wind whistling through the rocks. Gildarts stopped, turning to face him with a grin that was equal parts friendly and predatory.
"We're going to spar," Gildarts said, cracking his knuckles. "Go all out. I need to see what level you're at to know how to push you."
Varion nodded, his expression focused as he let his magic rise "Understood."
Gildarts' grin widened, his own aura flaring—wild, immense, like a storm barely contained. "Good. Don't hold back, or this'll be boring."
The fight began cautiously, Varion testing the waters. He started with controlled strikes—Star Dragon's Claw slashing in silver arcs, Star Dragon's Wing Attack sweeping wide with stellar blades channeled through his hands. Gildarts dodged or blocked with casual ease, his massive frame moving with surprising agility, a grin on his face as he countered with light punches that Varion barely evaded.
"Not bad, kid," Gildarts said, his voice booming. "But you're pulling punches. I can feel it."
Varion circled, firing a Star Dragon's Roar—a beam of celestial fire swirling with star magic. Gildarts tanked it head-on, the explosion rocking the clearing, but he emerged unscathed, dusting off his coat. "That's more like it. But still not enough."
Varion closed in, using Star Dragon's Comet Fist—his hand glowing with cosmic energy, trailing starlight like a meteor. It connected with Gildarts' guard, the impact sending a shockwave that cracked the ground. Gildarts laughed, grabbing Varion's wrist and flinging him across the clearing. Varion landed in a roll and poped to his feet.
Gildarts charged, his fist crackling with destructive magic. "Come on, show me what you've got!"
Varion met him with a flurry of claws, each slash leaving glowing trails in the air. Gildarts blocked most, but one grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood. "There we go! That's the spirit!"
But Gildarts was still holding back, clearly bored. After a few more exchanges—Varion's roars and claws meeting Gildarts' raw power—he sighed. "Alright, enough playing around."
In a blur, Gildarts drove his fist into the ground, the impact sending Varion flying. Before he could recover, Gildarts appeared above him, slamming a punch into his stomach that drove him into the rocky ground, cratering the earth. Varion coughed, winded, the force rattling his bones.
"I thought I told you not to hold back," Gildarts said, standing over him. "I need to see everything. So stop playing nice."
Varion pushed himself up, blood trickling from his lip. The words lit a fire in him. "Fine. You want everything? You've got it."
He went into battle mode, his full dragon traits sprouting—horns lengthening, wings fully extended, scales covering his body in a shimmering silver-blue armor. His eyes glowed with stellar light, his aura flaring like a supernova. He pushed further, the scales thickening, his presence radiating cosmic power.
"Now we're talking," Gildarts grinned.
Varion charged, no longer holding back. "Star Dragon's Claws!" His claws, now longer and sharper, slashed in a frenzy, each strike carrying the weight of a star. Gildarts blocked, but the force pushed him back a step.
"Star Dragon's Roar!" Varion unleashed a massive beam of celestial fire, the roar shaking the mountains, star fragments exploding on impact. Gildarts met it with a crush infused punch, the clash sending shockwaves that cracked the clearing.
Varion didn't stop—Star Dragon's Wing Attack sweeping wide, stellar blades cutting through the air, forcing Gildarts to dodge. He closed in, combining melee with a small bit of magic, the combination of physical strength and cosmic energy finally making Gildarts take him a little more seriously.
Varion decided to unleash his more powerful moves his secret arts. He channeled his power deeper, his body fully covered in shimmering silver-blue scales, starlight energy encasing him like a comet.
He zipped high into the air, then shot down like a meteor "Stellar Impact!" he roared, his fist and body blazing with stellar power. Gildarts met him head-on, his own fist crackling with destructive magic. Their punches collided with a cataclysmic boom—the surrounding area ripped up, rocks and dirt exploding outward from the point of impact in a shockwave that flattened trees and carved a crater into the mountainside. The force sent tremors through the peaks, birds fleeing in panic.
Gildarts grinned, putting a little more force into it, and sent Varion flying upward. Varion stabilized himself in the air, wings flaring, and began charging a Draco Nova—far beyond what he'd used against Jose. The sphere grew massive between his hands, arcs of erratic stellar energy shooting off like lightning, the air humming with raw power. Varion struggled to keep it contained, his arms shaking, veins bulging as he condensed it further, the nova shrinking but growing denser, more volatile, the energy crackling wildly around him.
Gildarts looked at the attack seriously for the first time, analyzing it as he raised his hand. With a casual wave, he unleashed his magic with more power then he used the entire fight—a destructive wave that met the Draco Nova head-on. The two forces clashed, the nova exploding in a brilliant burst of light and cosmic fire, the shockwave lighting up the entire mountain range and sending rocks tumbling down the slopes.
Through the smoke and debris, Gildarts leaped forward, blasting Varion with a concentrated pulse of magic that slammed him into the ground. The impact cratered the earth, dust and rocks flying.
Varion lay there for a bit, panting heavily, his scales cracked and chipped from the attack, but his defense had held. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he pushed himself up, eyes still burning with determination.
Gildarts landed nearby, grinning. "Not bad, kid. That last one actually made me pay attention. You're not holding back . Good."
Varion wiped his mouth, breathing hard. "You're… ridiculously strong."
Gildarts laughed. "That's the point. Now, let's see how you handle the next round."
The fight raged on for several more minutes, the mountain clearing turning into a battlefield of craters and scorched earth. Varion shifted tactics, closing the distance to fight Gildarts at close range, relying on his superior physical strength as a Star Dragonoid to try and overpower the older mage in hand-to-hand combat.
He pressed in hard, his scaled fists slamming into Gildarts' guard with bone-rattling force. Each punch carried the weight of a large mountain, his claws slashing in quick, brutal arcs that left glowing trails in the air. He mixed in powerful knee strikes and elbow smashes, using his wings for sudden bursts of speed and stability to close gaps and keep Gildarts on the defensive. For a moment, it worked—Varion's raw power pushed Gildarts back a few steps, the older man's boots digging furrows into the ground as he blocked and countered.
Gildarts laughed through the exchanges, clearly enjoying the pressure. "There we go! That's more like it!"
Varion didn't let up, grabbing Gildarts' arm mid-swing and attempting to throw him over his shoulder, using his enhanced strength to try and slam him into the rocky terrain. Gildarts twisted free at the last second, but the effort showed on his face—he was having to exert himself more than before.
Finally, Gildarts raised a hand. "Alright, that's enough for now."
Varion stopped, breathing heavily, sweat and dirt covering him, scales still fully out and glowing faintly. Gildarts dusted off his coat, looking genuinely impressed.
"You're strong for your age, kid. You actually made me get a little serious there. But let's talk about what I saw."
He crossed his arms, his tone shifting to that of a seasoned mentor.
"You've got a lot of magic—more than most mages your age could dream of. But you can't pull on it fully and efficiently. You're wasting a ton of it with every attack. It's like you're swinging a hammer when a scalpel would do the job sometimes. You need to learn precision and control—how to use just enough for the effect you want."
Varion nodded, listening intently, chest still heaving.
"Second," Gildarts continued, "you need more single-target spells. Your big area attacks are impressive, but in a real fight against someone strong, they're easy to dodge or counter. Develop some focused, high-impact moves that can pierce defenses or hit one spot hard and fast."
He paused, then grinned. "And don't become predictable. You fall back on your physical strength the second your magic isn't enough. That's good—your strength is a huge advantage—but you can't rely on it alone. Incorporate the two together more. Use your magic to enhance your strikes, or your strength to set up magic attacks. Blend them seamlessly."
Gildarts clapped him on the shoulder, hard enough to rattle Varion's bones. "But overall? You're really good for your age. Most kids would have been flattened already. Keep this up, your ready for the S-class exams as you are but it always good to want to be stronger."
Varion wiped sweat from his brow, a determined fire in his eyes. "Thanks. I'll work on it."
Gildarts laughed. "Good. Now, let's keep going—I'll show you a few tricks to help with that control."