The smile on the white-haired boy's face grew even wider.
But before he could feel proud for too long, Sting's lazy voice rang out.
"Ow, that hurt…"
The white-haired boy was startled, only to see Sting suddenly slam forward with his face.
His head smashed straight into the boy's face, forcing him several steps back in succession.
Sting rubbed his nose and said in surprise, "You're pretty strong. I didn't have this kind of power at your age."
The white-haired boy gritted his teeth and charged again. This time, Sting was prepared.
He raised his hand and released the light-clad fist of the White Dragon, while the boy also refused to dodge, his fist wrapped in powerful waves that twisted the light around it.
Their fists collided.
Sting suddenly realized in surprise that the white radiance wrapped around his fist was being forcibly shifted in every direction.
It was exactly like…
Facing Minerva's spatial magic.
"I see. No wonder you're so arrogant. It's spatial magic."
Once Sting understood what was happening, he instantly pulled back, turned, took a step forward, and drove his knee upward, lifting the boy into the air.
Pain appeared on the boy's face. Before he could block, he was knocked high into the air.
Seeing Sting rush after him again, the boy immediately suppressed his emotions, gathered power once more, and threw a punch toward the ground from a distance.
"Shattered Space!"
With that punch, cracks suddenly appeared in the invisible, formless space itself.
Those cracks rapidly spread, and from within them burst an astonishing force of shattering and vibration.
Sting sucked in a sharp breath and quickly rolled aside.
Then he saw the cracks spread all over the place where he had just been standing, and space itself suddenly burst apart and collapsed.
The ground remained unharmed, but Sting could feel that if he had been standing there just now, he would probably have taken quite a bit of damage.
The white-haired boy landed and quickly clapped both palms in front of him.
On Sting's left and right, although the scenery before his eyes still looked the same and his own body had not moved, the distance kept shrinking, as if two mirrors were crushing toward him from either side.
"Space Fold!"
Sting flipped away and escaped. The boy still did not give up, continuing to clap his hands with all his strength.
The surroundings seemed to turn into a many-angled kaleidoscope, strange and dazzling as they trapped Sting inside.
"What kind of monster is this kid? He can use this level of magic and still have spare Magic Power?"
Seeing the boy continue pressuring him without his expression changing, Sting frowned and muttered inwardly.
However…
The future might belong to this little white-haired brat, but right now, Sting really was not going to lose.
White light covered Sting's body, and his figure moved like a leopard through the various spatial crushes, rapidly closing in on the boy.
The boy's Magic Power reserves and intensity were indeed frightening, but clearly, he did not seem very skilled in close combat.
Sting reached back, intending to grab the boy's shoulder, yet for some reason, he grabbed nothing.
His hand passed straight through the boy's body.
It was also at that moment that the white-haired boy's gaze seemed to waver.
He turned and ran!
"Hm?"
Sting froze for a second and could not help scratching his head in confusion.
Why did he run?
Following the direction the boy had been looking at, Sting turned back and immediately shouted in surprise, "Ankh-san! What brings you here?"
"To catch this disobedient child."
Ankh smiled faintly as he looked at the boy, who was running without looking back.
With his excellent eyesight locking onto the target, Ankh had seen that when the boy's sleeve lifted slightly during the battle just now, there was a Fairy Tail guild emblem marked on his arm!
"Sure enough, something isn't right…"
Ankh murmured to himself.
Sting immediately smiled enthusiastically. "I'll help you catch him, Ankh-san!"
"No need."
As he spoke, Ankh took over the power of time.
The surrounding environment froze, and with a casual reach, he caught the boy in his hand.
The white-haired boy was startled, his face turning extremely ugly, but he did not struggle much.
After all, ever since he was little, he had tried countless methods, yet had never once managed to escape from his father, who had always played with him like he was teasing a child.
After coming to this era, he had thought about testing himself against his uncles, who were only a few years older than him, but he had never once considered facing his old man directly.
Seeing that Ankh had caught the boy, Sting and Rogue no longer paid much attention.
After saying goodbye, both sides left the area.
Ankh, meanwhile, looked with great interest at the boy he was holding and carefully examined his appearance.
White hair and red eyes gave him a strangely bewitching air.
His features resembled Ankh's greatly, with a bit of Mirajane mixed in as well.
He could absolutely be called a beautiful young man!
Ankh set him down, found a place to sit opposite him, and asked directly, "Are you my son?"
The white-haired boy trembled all over.
He looked at Ankh in shock and blurted out, "How did you know?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the silly child covered his own mouth, terror appearing in his eyes.
"Relax. Knowing this much won't affect the future."
Ankh pointed at the guild emblem on his forearm and continued, "You have the emblem on your arm. Your body has been nourished by divine power of life, and the chaotic waves of time power around you are very familiar. That so-called 'spatial magic' of yours should also be the ability of a god successor. On top of that, you look so much like me and Mira. That's way too suspicious."
"…"
The white-haired boy lowered his head, looking as if he had suffered a heavy blow.
He had clearly felt that his disguise was pretty good…
For once, he had shaken off Grinju and the others, wanting to come here alone, punch his young uncle, kick his young maternal uncle, become a time assassin, and steal the spotlight for once!
In the end, he had not won a single fight before being arrested.
After hesitating gloomily for a long while, the boy finally said in a low voice, "You guessed right… I came from the future… I'm your son."
That self-introduction was somewhat strange, but Ankh seemed to accept it very well.
He looked at his wonderful grown son with great satisfaction and chuckled.
"Not bad, my good son~"
"What's your name?"
The white-haired boy curled his lip and mumbled, "Anmi."
"Whoa?"
Ankh's eyes lit up in delight. "Not bad. Just hearing it, you can tell I named you."
Though hearing that name somehow made him sound a little unfilial…
Anmi could not help curling his lip.
Compared to Gray's father-son pair, his relationship with his own father was much closer.
Ankh had almost never been absent from his childhood, and he had always followed a happy education style.
The two of them got along more like brothers.
Ankh prepared to take his wonderful son home first and carefully ask him about the purpose of his visit to this era.
On the way, he kept muttering emotionally, "Anmi… It's pretty funny, but acceptable. Better than calling you Ankoro or Angela or something…"
Anmi gave him a strange look and said faintly, "When I come here, my two younger sisters, Anmu and Angela, had just been born."
Ankh: …
All right.
He admitted that just now, he really had briefly felt the urge to mess around and choose those names.
His future self truly lacked steadiness!
"But having this many children, Mira must…"
Ankh's words stopped halfway when he suddenly saw Anmi's gaze become even stranger, and he could not help closing his mouth.
Perhaps because of their blood connection, Ankh seemed to read a line of large words from the boy's face:
'Do you really not know what kind of person you are?'
Seeming to understand something, Ankh looked straight ahead and reminded him in a quiet, serious voice, "When we get home later, don't tell your mom, okay?"
Anmi rolled his eyes hard.
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