Compared to the two fairies, Natsu is truly slaying a dragon!

Mavis: "Moreover, Henaz's location happens to be Magnolia."

"I remember this day. We were forced to fight against the Dark Guild, Blue Skull, which was entrenched in Magnonia at the time, because we saved a mother and daughter in Magnonia."

"The day he was finally beaten to a pulp and forced to flee into the forest, wasn't it?"

Warold: "That's right. Back then, none of us knew magic, so we were badly injured by that mage guild."

Erza: "The timing matches up, so..."

She suddenly looked up at the sky.

"So, in the underworld, Haku Natsu can actually meet the First Hokage again???"

Gray: "This... is really outrageous."

Makarov: "You haven't realized how serious this is. Henaz is completely out of touch with the times. If he does anything somewhere, it could have a huge impact on the future."

Mavis: "Hasn't the impact been significant enough by now? That world and our world are no longer on the same trajectory."

"Everything in that world is unfamiliar and unknown to us."

"We have absolutely no way of predicting what will happen."

Ultear: "So, time travel really is a terrifying thing."

Lucy: "So, what kind of sparks will fly between Haku and the founders of Fairy Tail over there?"

[In the sky.]

The sudden, deafening roar made Mavis and her group feel uneasy.

[Precito: "Without a doubt, those are definitely mages."]

[Worold: "And just hearing the noise over there is so terrifying, it must be an extremely powerful mage..."]

"A very powerful mage...?" Mavis clutched the hem of her clothes with her small hands.

[His eyes held a hint of regret.]

"Now is not the time to dwell on these things, Mavis."

Seeing Mebis's expression, Precito couldn't help but speak up.

"None of us expected the blue skeleton to be so powerful. This was a miscalculation on our part, not just your fault!"

Warold took a deep breath and nodded: "Instead of dwelling on useless things, let's think about our current predicament!"

"Yuri's injuries are severe; he can't hold on until he reaches the next town. He needs to have his wounds treated and rest."

Precito spoke up: "I can treat the wounds, but we can't ignore the threat over there. What if... it's not a person but some kind of beast? We could all be in mortal danger."

Mebius suddenly stood up.

"I'll go investigate!"

"Mavis..."

[Within Mavis's line of sight, a girl named Zera, wearing a plaid shirt, spoke with some concern.]

Mavis gritted her teeth, then forced a smile.

"It's alright. I'm the only one among us who knows magic. Even if we encounter any danger, I'm more likely to escape than you are."

"So, let me go. I'll see if I can find some drinking water or something while I'm at it."

[Although it might seem cruel to send a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl to explore the unknown.]

However, it must be said that Mebbes's suggestion was the most correct approach.

[The others, even Warold, who is currently the only one uninjured, are incapable of undertaking such a task.]

Mavis's illusion magic can, to some extent, confuse opponents and create opportunities for her to escape.

And so, Mavis quietly headed alone towards the direction from which the roar had just come from.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Dust and smoke filled the air.

Before Honatsu, countless withered tree trunks had been completely destroyed.

All that remained was a long, bare, narrow gully.

At the end of the ravine lay a black-haired man, covered in blood, lying on the ground.

The white cloth was stained with blood.

His body was covered in charred black from the flames and wisps of smoke rising after a lightning strike.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, the black-haired man moved.

Then, under Henna's gaze, he slowly stood up.

A strange black aura seeped from the wounds covering his body.

The wound was then covered.

[After the black aura disappeared once more, something happened that shocked even Black Natsu.]

All previous injuries have been fully healed.

It was as if...nothing had happened.

If it weren't for the blood-stained white cloth, Black Natsu would have even thought he hadn't hit the guy at all.

This time, he was no longer crying.

[His eyes held a smile.]

He looked at his outstretched arms, his expression somewhat agitated, like a madman.

"They actually... managed to do that?!"

"Wow, he really managed to beat me like this?!"

[A light seemed to reappear in those lifeless eyes.]

He looked at Honatsu again, opened his mouth as if to say something.

But after hesitating for a long time, I finally dismissed the thought from my mind and sighed softly.

"However, that's not enough yet..."

"But I'll wait for you. At this rate of growth, you'll definitely succeed!"

"It will definitely work!!"

Black Natsu frowned and lowered his fist at the black-haired man's inexplicable words.

"Has this guy... gone mad?" [The black-haired man now gave Black Natsu the impression of being insane.]

【"May I have your name?"】

[Hennaz asked loudly.]

"I... Zeref! You just need to remember this."

[Jeref brushed the dirt off his clothes, and a smile seemed to return to his face.]

"Although I really want to say so much to you, I have to leave now, considering your safety."

Without hesitation, Jelf turned around.

"Time is so long; more than three hundred years have passed."

"I wish... it could be even faster, even faster!"

"I... can't wait any longer."

He stood still, gazing at the sky, as if he had seen hope again.

[I started walking with a feeling of great joy.]

[His figure completely disappeared from Black Natsu's sight.]

"Why does that guy... give me this feeling?"

Hennaz did not force the strange person to stay.

Instead, I stroked my own chest, savoring the wondrous feeling that welled up from the depths of my heart.

It's like... something vaguely familiar?

"Zephyr? The most vicious dark mage in history, what's my connection to him?"

[Honatsu's mind replaying his earlier conversation with Zeref, as if he had grasped something.]

However, I dare not be certain at all.

Because such speculation... is simply too far-fetched.

[Shh... Yan]

That was the sound of footsteps treading on the gravel.

Hennaz turned around reflexively, his gaze fixed on the figure that had suddenly burst in.