The Strongest Wolf Slayer: Zayn Fade| November 12th X888 - Four Years Ago
"Surely you have all heard of me! I'm the strongest mage to have ever lived. Even that punk Natsu couldn't touch me!" The boasting of this gut caught everyone in the bars attention. The tall skinny bastard stood atop a table like he was waiting for them to bow. The crowd murmured and distant whispering could be heard. The man quickly grew agitated and started his rant once again,
"I am a rare group of slayers! We're called the.... uh... Liz- That's right The Lizard Slayers! A branch of Dragon Slayers but.. MORE POWERFUL!" The man finished this statement with a fist thrust through the air, again, no one cheered.
"Alright you pieces of shit, you think I'm lying, then come and fight me!" Again, people kept drinking and people rolled their eyes, but one man charged at the speaker with intent to kill. The tall boasting man frantically reacted by muttering,
"Poison Art: Fog." No one heard this instead heard his much louder shout afterwards,
"Lizard Slayer: Ummm spray!?" A fog of murky green erupted from his moth and covered the oncoming attacker, concealing him from the others view. Nothing could be seen but the cries of pain and demise as he quickly regretted attacking. The fog cleared and the attackers body laid motionless and departed from this world. The victor laughed as the crowd gasped and shifted in directions in a subtle hurry to move.
"My Name is Jake Ozzie, don't any of you little shits forget it!" He jumped down from his table and slowly started to head for the door.
The cracking sound of thunder echoed through the town and the lightning split the sky in half. Jake stepped out of the bar laughing at the display he showed in there.
"You're so strong even the great Natsu couldn't touch you?" The slowly off sounding voice from behind Jake startled him that when he turned he almost fell backwards onto the dirt. Without fail Jake had continued his act,
"Of course, not even he could touch me!" Jake took the time to observe this stranger, he was just a
kid. "Kid look, how old are you? I don't know what you want kid but get lost." Jake turned and started to walk away, he got five feet away before the stranger spoke again.
"What I want? What I want is very simple, Power!" The stranger started to move closer and Jake saw the dark vibes he was giving off. The commotion compelled the bar residents to come out to the street, out of the way but still in sight. Jake and the stranger were surrounded.
"Not that It'll mean anything after this, you asked for my age? I'm 14 today. My name is Zayn Fade, the strongest Wolf Slayer alive." Jake couldn't help but laugh, the towns looks were worried and anticipation.
"Kid, don't bullshit a bulshitter. Wolf Slayers don't exist. Now get lost and go home punk." The audience held their breath and waited for the next sequence, however two of them were talking among each other.
"Jesse, hey man what's these guys power level? D or C?",
"Let me check man. Power Factor: Magic Count!" His face was stunned and he slowly turned to his friend, his friend spoke once again,
"Dude you okay? Is the kid a C?" He shook his head and softly and managed to get the words out,
" He's... A rank...""What reason do we have to live if not for power? My purpose in my life is to get that, you claim to be powerful but I see through your act, and one thing I hate more then the weak, is the weak acting powerful!" Zayn rushed forward with lightning speed, leaving a hint of electricity behind him, Jake was too slow to stop the punch, hurling him five meters back and tearing up the ground. The crowd gasped as the display of power. Jake got up slowly, his bones aching and cracking as he stood up,
"You... You little shit! Poison Art: Sting Tips!" Jake's fingertips glowed green and he dashed towards Zayn, chopping down fast with his right hand, an attack Zayn easily dodged and followed up with a knee to his ribs. He kept the knee in his rib and bent down to Jake,
"You...Are...Weak." He extended his knee flicking Jake onto his back, laying in pain and slowly dying.
"Internal bleeding. That's what's happening to you. But don't worry, in your final moments, you'll see that Wolf Slayers are just as real as Dragon Slayers. Lightning Wolf: Destructive Howl!" Zayn opened his mouth an a thousand uncontrollable lightning strikes attacked on one singular target, Jake. His body, burned and devastated, let out the final gasp of air as the howl of the wolf pierced the nights silent skies.
When the commotion dimmed down, the remains of Jake were virtually impossible to recognize, the crowd shocked with fear were too stunned to move. The silent night once again crept back in and Zayn slowly turned around towards the towns exit and slowly strolled towards it, his hands in his pocket and his body untouched in the fight. The crowd watched as this stranger slowly paced through their streets before a flash of lightning hit the ground beneath Zayn's feet and vanished. The town still stood there in fear before eventually some walked cautiously back to their homes and bar.