In Magnolia of X774, the sunlight still poured unreservedly over the Fairy Tail Guild. A gentle breeze blew past, bringing with it a hint of early summer heat.
Riyao stood in the backyard of the guild, on a patch of open ground that had been blasted by magic countless times and repaired just as often. The golden guild mark on his chest shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
It wasn't just a symbol; hidden beneath it were complex and precise script patterns—this was the modified version of the Yin Seal that he had spent two whole years of painstaking effort on, researching Script Magic day and night and combining it with Healing Magic. It was also paired with a modified version of the Strength of a Hundred Technique.
As a die-hard anime fan, after transmigrating into this magical world, nothing made his blood pump more than personally replicating or even improving upon the powerful moves from his past life's memories.
After accumulating power over the past few days, Riyao couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He grabbed Gildarts, who had just returned from a mission, and forcibly dragged the strongest Mage to the backyard.
"Old man, come here! Try out my newly developed move. This is a particularly awesome technique, I guarantee it'll open your eyes!" The boy's crisp voice was full of uncontrollable excitement and anticipation.
Gildarts scratched his messy hair, a hearty smile appearing on his rugged face. His laughter made the surrounding leaves tremble slightly: "Hahaha! You brat, what kind of bizarre move have you come up with now? I hope it's not a prank magic that gives people an upset stomach for three days and nights like last time. If it is, I'll have to beat the crap out of you today!"
Despite his harsh words, his eyes were full of doting and curiosity for his junior. Standing there casually, he was like an insurmountable mountain.
Not far away under the corridor, Laxus stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the mottled wall. Beneath his messy blond hair, his rebellious eyes glanced toward the field, and he let out a contemptuous snort from his nose: "Tch, boring tricks." However, his slightly tensed muscles and the fact that he hadn't left betrayed his inner interest.
On the other side, Macao and Wakaba, those two old smokers, were squatting on wooden crates, happily smoking. Wakaba blew a smoke ring and raised an eyebrow: "Hey, Macao, how long do you think this kid can last against Gildarts? Ten seconds?"
Macao laughed loudly and slapped his thigh: "Ten seconds? You think too highly of him. I say five seconds at most! Gildarts doesn't know the meaning of holding back."
The young Cana hid behind a pillar, clutching a few cards tightly in her hand, her eyes gazing with complex emotions at the mountain-like figure in the field. That was her father, yet he always seemed so unreachable. Her gaze wavered between Gildarts and Riyao, her small mouth pursed slightly. After two years, Cana was still hesitant; she didn't know that Riyao had made an impulsive decision to challenge Gildarts today.
Makarov, the Guild Master, sat on a wooden barrel nearby, leisurely stroking his white beard. Looking at the two facing off in the field, he sighed helplessly and complained: "I don't care how the fight goes, but looking at this setup, I know the guild's backyard is going to need renovations again. These spendthrift brats... my heart and my wallet..."
At this moment, the 10-year-old Riyao stood quietly in the field. He wore loose casual clothes, and as the breeze blew, the hem of his shirt fluttered. His brilliant blond hair wasn't cut short like other boys'; instead, it was tied high into a sharp ponytail with a black hairband. He had always wanted to try long hair in his previous life but was too shy to do so; now that he was in an anime-style fantasy world, he had to give it a try regardless.
The ponytail swayed gently with his movements. His emerald eyes were clear as water, but now they burned with an intense fighting spirit. As his magic power was gradually mobilized, the golden mark on his chest began to emit a faint but high-frequency glow. Those complex script patterns seemed to come to life, appearing and disappearing under his skin like golden snakes.
Compared to when Tsunade's Strength of a Hundred Technique is activated and black patterns cover the body, Riyao's patterns were golden. The golden lines extended from the guild mark on his chest, sketching out a unique pattern.
The golden lines flowed along the grooves of his abdominal muscles, forming a perfect symmetrical geometric figure around his navel, acting like the core hub of some kind of sealing array.
These lines weren't simple strokes; if one looked closely, they would find that inside each golden line, there were extremely tiny runes rapidly flowing, appearing and vanishing. Those runes emitted a heart-pounding pressure, and every flicker was accompanied by a pulsation of energy within Riyao's body.
Most eye-catching were the patterns spreading toward his arms. Liquid golden light poured down from the deltoids of his shoulders, spiraling and intertwining at the junction of his biceps and triceps, forming intricate patterns that looked like armbands.
When the lines finally reached the back of his hands, they converged to form a miniature Sun Totem. The totem shone brightly on the back of his hands, and with every breath, the totem would alternate between light and dark, as if a real heart were beating.
Bypassing the obstacles of his eye sockets, the golden lines made their final dash across his face. They climbed up along his brow bones, completely dyeing his originally sharp eyebrows into burning golden flames. Then, the golden paths from the left and right collided head-on in the center of his flat forehead. There was no explosion, only the extreme restraint of light.
Riyao grinned and said in his characteristically youthful voice, "How about it? Am I cool? My irresistible charm is simply overflowing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the backyard, which had been somewhat quiet due to the strange magic fluctuations from his body, instantly exploded like a lit powder keg.
"Blargh—" Macao exaggeratedly clutched his chest, making a face as if he were about to vomit, his pipe nearly falling to the ground. "You brat, is your skin borrowed from a city wall? 'Irresistible charm'? I think you have an irresistible case of Chunibyo!"
Wakaba laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, tears almost streaming out: "Hahaha! Macao is right! You're painted all over like a leopard—are you planning to go to the circus and jump through flaming hoops? You're quite bright, though; we can even save on street lights when you go out at night!"
The two of them went back and forth, their talent for roasting people being famous in the guild. Several young guild members nearby also burst into loud laughter, and the originally tense atmosphere of the confrontation was significantly diluted by this sudden banter.
A typical Fairy Tail 'demolition' event was about to begin.