Though uncertain what Noah needed canes for, Gray obliged. With "Ice-Make," he crafted a pair of sturdy ice crutches.
Noah carried them into the empty library. Closing the door, he activated Prayer Magic to transfer the item.
Moments later, the white glow rippled:
[Otherworld Request Completed]
[Reward: Alien Power – Flying Kick]
**Client's Comment:** *My masked friend, thank you for your help. Forgive me, I can't return your broken ice crutches. Please accept my gratitude once again—Oh! Xiaoyu, what are you doing here?!!*
…He'd actually considered returning them? This archaeologist really was a good guy.
Shaking his head, Noah checked the reward. The details appeared in scrolling light:
**Alien Power: Flying Kick** – When performing a flying kick, there is a 99% chance to enter an **invincible state** and ensure the attack hits.
Evaluation (from one calling himself *the Holy Lord*): *I once encountered a blue-shirted archaeologist by chance… his flying kick was monstrous. Invincible. I couldn't defeat him no matter what.*
Noah didn't know who the "Holy Lord" was, but the word *invincible* got his attention.
He had wondered why a "mere" kick could rival Armament Haki, but now the answer was clear.
Haki required constant training, but affected the entire body's offense and defense. Flying Kick, by contrast, specialized—short bursts of absolute invulnerability—limited to one strike. Which was stronger? Hard to say.
Ignoring the 1% failure rate, Noah absorbed the skill. Knowledge surged into him—dozens of flying kick variations filled his combat repertoire in an instant.
He grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly. He needed… a test subject.
And for that, Fairy Tail's designated Iron-Headed Fool was perfect.
---
Back in the hall, he challenged Natsu.
The guild erupted in disbelief.
"Huuuh?! Noah challenged *Natsu*?!"
"No way—that lazy Noah?"
"Has the sun risen in the west today?"
Curious members crowded immediately, even Makarov strolling along, intrigued. Noah's reputation as a slacker made this sight too rare to miss.
Jude and Lucy, swept up in the crowd, exchanged confused looks.
"Miss Mira," Lucy asked timidly—still speaking formally as a newcomer. "Why's everyone so excited about their spar?"
Mira chuckled warmly. "Don't worry. You'll understand soon."
---
The guild's backyard became the arena. A rare full crowd gathered to cheer.
In the center stood an eager, flame-eyed boy. "I'm fired up! Noah—I'll definitely defeat you in this showdown of fists!"
Noah simply yawned, scratching an ear. He'd heard that line countless times.
From the crowd, Cana perked up suddenly, her cheeks flushed from drink. She slammed aside a giant barrel and grinned. "Alright—bets! One hundred jewel max per person. Will Noah knock Natsu out with a single hit?"
Makarov's forehead twitched. That drunkard girl, openly gambling right in front of the guildmaster…
*So bold. This needs discipline,* he thought grimly… as his hand slipped into his pocket.
"Kana, one hundred jewel. Bet on Noah dropping Natsu in one punch."
"Roger, Master!"
Clearly, this wasn't Makarov's first time indulging in such "atmosphere games." Kana's stakes were always capped to keep things harmless. And if anyone tried to abuse it for real money, Erza herself would deliver punishment.
---
With a roar of excitement, the fight began.
Natsu charged first, his movements fast and sharp. Claws aimed straight for Noah's face—forceful, accurate enough to split the air.
Noah leaned slightly, dodging with ease.
Natsu's hand shifted mid-motion, forming a knife strike toward Noah's side. The boy's combat instinct gleamed—and after months of Noah's training, his natural recklessness had gained a hint of technique.
Lucy and Jude watched wide-eyed. Even without magic in his blows, Natsu's movements packed deadly speed. Against an ordinary man, one strike would suffice.
"…He'll be fine." Mira reassured them gently. "Noah's Fairy Tail's taijutsu coach. Natsu's all fire and spirit—but to him, it's predictable. Noah reads every swing."
Jude exhaled slowly, respect welling. Even Lucy realized then—Noah wasn't just strong. He had mastered detail and discipline enough to teach a guild full of maniacs.
---
The battle grew heated. Sweat dripped down Natsu's brow as his fists and feet slammed in.
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
"Fire Dragon's Claw!"
"Fire Dragon's Flame Elbow!"
Though he didn't ignite flames, a fiery aura seemed to ripple around him, his spirit blazing.
Noah, up till now, had only dodged. But finally—he lifted his foot.
With one motion, he *jumped.*
"Wha—?!" The crowd gasped.
Natsu's eyes widened. Attacking midair? With no foothold? It was the most vulnerable move possible—the very mistake Noah himself had drilled them never to do.
Was it because of pressure? Or a blunder?
Natsu's instincts screamed *flaw.*
He lunged, fist arcing up. "You've shown me your weakness! Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
But as Noah's leg came down—
—something impossible happened.
The strike landed.
Not only that—Natsu's punch crumpled against it like paper.
The next instant, the fireboy flipped twice in the air, slamming down sprawled in the dirt, clutching his gut.
Noah landed lightly, hands clasped behind his back, standing like an aloof master… even as the audience roared.
---
Noah inhaled slowly. His eyes gleamed.
*Even when I leave my body full of flaws… it doesn't matter. The Flying Kick ignores it all. One strike—and 'invincible' carries me through.*
So this was the alien power—the **Invincible Flying Kick.**
And with it, Noah realized… he could truly never lose in a "one-kick" match again.
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