A dark green mask hid the intruder's face, leaving only two calm eyes exposed. He paused briefly at the sight of Noah blocking his path—recognition flickering.
It was the same white-haired boy he'd brushed past at Rubinas Station.
So he's in Fairy Tail too…
But unaffected by my magic?
The masked man said nothing, slipping silently past Noah, striding into the guild.
---
To Noah, this was outrageous.
The stranger's sleep magic had blanketed the entire guild without warning. Within seconds, even S-class wizards like Erza and Mira lay unconscious at their tables. Gray, Natsu, Lucy… even little Romeo—all snoring on the floor.
Everyone.
…Except him.
Not once did Noah feel the spell's touch. The magic hadn't skipped the five-year-old child, but ignored him entirely—as if he weren't worthy of notice.
Wasn't this just blatant *disrespect?*
*Silent, masked, no eye contact. Too cowardly to even show his face. Classic dark mage vibes.*
When the intruder continued without a word, Noah's patience snapped. He lunged, fist arcing.
The blow was blocked by an elegantly raised staff.
Noah smirked. *Figures. A man who can lay out S-Class silently won't fall to one punch.*
His fist flicked open to a palm, seizing the staff with iron grip. From the multiple wands strapped to his back, Noah read his type instantly. **A Holder-type mage.** Strip him of his weapons, and he'd be helpless.
Sensing Noah's intent, the robed mage finally spoke—a hoarse, muffled voice:
"Stop. I—"
"Shut it. Don't think I can't tell you're faking that voice!"
Voice-altering magic? Falsetto? Either way, no "normal" guildmate did this. Definitely hiding something.
Noah's left hand clamped the staff immovably; his right fist cocked back, glowing faintly. In his mind, if Erza and Mira were down and the Master away, then extra caution was justified.
The masked man's eyes narrowed. From the grip alone, he could tell—blocking Noah's punch head-on wasn't an option.
With a reluctant grunt, he released the staff and leapt back, whipping out another wand. Raw magic flared from the crystal tip.
**Sleep Magic: Dreamland.**
A choking fog spread in seconds, denser and mightier than the last. It washed over tables, floors, walls. The sleeping guild sank into deeper stillness.
"…Sorry. Please, sleep."
Satisfied, the masked mage slid his wand away and turned, ignoring the mist.
But in the gray fog, **another presence stirred.**
Noah followed silently, unseen.
---
The man strutted to the commission board, plucked a well-paying request, then moved toward the bar. Finding it empty, he searched for pen and paper. Irritated at the lack of supplies—
—until a pen was offered into his hand.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
The man stiffened, realizing too late what he'd just done. Turning, he froze—Noah leaned there calmly, grinning.
…Unaffected. Still standing.
"You're not under my spell?!"
"Oh, so the fog was magic after all. I thought it was smoke effects."
Casual words. Shattering disbelief.
The man's mind reeled. His strongest sleeping magic—completely ineffective.
Noah shoved the earlier wand back into his hands. "Name's Noah. And you… you must be Mistgun, right? Fairy Tail's most mysterious mage."
"Mysterious? Please." Noah smirked. "You're not mysterious. You just… have communication issues. Mask, voice magic, knocking everyone out? Honestly, you're worse than me at social skills."
Mistgun said nothing. Only scribbled on paper, tore it free, and handed it to Noah.
"Give this to the Master."
That was as much as he ever said to guildmates.
Pulling up his hood, Mistgun strode for the door.
"Hey, at least dispel your magic before you leave," Noah called after him with a sigh. *This guy. No wonder he hides. With that attitude, he's probably ugly under the mask.*
---
Outside the guild, Mistgun counted softly.
Five… four… three… two… one—
His form dissolved into smoke, vanishing on the night air.
And within Fairy Tail, members stirred awake once more.
"…That feeling. Mistgun again, huh."
"Same sleep spell every time. Some things never change."
"Damn it, does he *have* to knock everyone out when he comes?!"
Lucy rubbed her eyes, blinking. "Mistgun? Who's that?"
Mira explained patiently, "Mistgun is one of Fairy Tail's S-Class wizards. No one knows his face—except the Master. Each time he visits, he puts everyone to sleep. That's how he avoids being seen."
---
"No. That's not true. I've seen his face before."
Every head snapped upward.
On the second floor balcony, Laxus leaned casually against the railing, smug pride in his voice.
Down below, Natsu jumped up instantly, pointing. "Laxus! Fight me!"
Normally, Laxus would've mocked him, sparking their usual shouting match. But tonight, the Thunder Dragon Slayer's sharp eyes weren't on Natsu.
They lingered… on Noah.
"That's disappointing, Noah. I thought you'd give Mistgun a real fight. Didn't expect you to let him go so easily. You know… that guy always refuses to fight me."
The hall fell silent.
Whispers spread. Before they fainted, Noah had been sitting at Erza's table. After they woke, he was suddenly at the bar. Only Laxus's words connected the dots.
Quietly dawning realization spread in every heart.
…Noah hadn't been affected at all. He'd fought Mistgun.
Even briefly.
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