Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 37: The Dark Guild

In the narrow alleyway, Moen halted, turning around with calm eyes.

Behind him, three figures froze mid-motion, clearly caught trying to hide.

"Come on out," Moen said flatly, voice laced with sarcasm.

"That pathetic attempt at a tail job? You seriously thought I wouldn't notice? If you're gonna stalk someone, at least do it right."

The trio stiffened.

"Tch, told you we didn't need to hide!"

"We should've just rushed him right away!"

"Shut it, Karaka! You're the one who said we needed stealth!"

The three quickly abandoned their cover and began to encircle Moen.

From the group, a lean young man with spiky black hair and a pineapple-shaped hairstyle stepped forward, decked out in white. He puffed his chest with exaggerated bravado.

"Hand over the goods, brat. Be smart, and you won't get hurt."

He looked about seventeen or eighteen—probably around Moen's age—but the way he tried to act all seasoned made it feel like a bad stage play. The other two looked just as young.

Moen's eyes narrowed.

"Calling yourselves *'big shots'? Heh… you've already chosen your death."

He wasn't in the mood to waste time.

From the insignia stitched on their clothing, he could tell right away: they were members of a dark guild—specifically, Iron Forest.

"Tch, listen to this arrogant punk!"

One of the trio—dressed in a black-and-yellow striped sweater and wielding a long black whip—snarled and lashed out.

The whip surged forward, stretching unnaturally as it flew toward Moen like a viper.

But before it could hit—

"Smack! "

A flash of blue lit up.

Moen's arm bracer—part of his Cloth—materialized in a blink, catching the whip with ease. He tightened his grip, and then—

Yanked.

"Ack—!! "

Caught off guard, the whip-wielder was pulled face-first into the dirt, skidding across the ground with his stomach scraping against the pavement.

And then—

"Boom!! "

Moen's leg armor shimmered into place as he stepped forward and slammed a vicious kick straight into the guy's gut.

The youth flew backward from the force of the blow—but his stubbornness made him hold onto the whip.

So Moen just yanked again, dragging the poor guy right back in like a fish on a line.

"Thud!! "

The young man crashed to the ground again, twitching violently. His eyes rolled back as he curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Reiyur!!"

The other two finally realized something:

They'd just kicked a steel wall.

Normally, Reiyur's black whip magic gave them an edge right at the start—fast, sneaky, and vicious. They'd come to rely on it.

But not this time.

This time, they'd picked the wrong target.

Moen dusted off his gloves.

"Is that all you've got?" he said coldly.

"You two—come at me together. I'm on a schedule."

Moen stepped forward, planting his foot firmly on Reiyur's head, pinning the unconscious man to the ground. Without even glancing down, he curled his finger toward the other two with a smirk of contempt.

By now, the Little Horse Bronze Cloth had fully equipped itself on his body—swift and seamless, just like a Requip Magic user. This feature alone made the Cloth incredibly convenient for combat.

"You bastard!! "

The pineapple-haired youth—Kagayama—gritted his teeth in fury. Slamming his palms to the ground, the shadows at his feet writhed violently, taking form and surging toward Moen in the shape of two massive shadow fists.

"Shadow magic, huh?"

Moen casually leapt backward, dodging with ease. The fists missed completely—and before Kagayama could react, Moen flicked his wrist.

The whip that Reiyur had dropped? Moen looped it around the shadows, tying the two fists together like some kind of cartoon gag.

Kagayama flinched.

Quickly dispelling the spell, the shadows lost substance and retracted, returning to his feet like frightened animals.

"Kagayama! This guy… he's way out of our league!"

Piado, the one holding back until now, finally realized the obvious. They'd seriously underestimated this teen.

They couldn't even land a single hit—what were they supposed to do now?!

"We need to retreat!"

Piado turned to Kagayama. The latter looked furious, clearly unwilling to back down.

"But what about Reiyur?"

He cast a glance toward their unconscious comrade still lying on the pavement.

"Why the hell would we care?! You wanna die here too?!"

Piado snapped, incredulous.

Since when did Dark Guilds believe in teamwork and loyalty?

"You wanna play hero now?! If you don't move, I'll leave you behind too!"

He had already made up his mind—abandon the mission. This wasn't what they signed up for. They'd been paid to intercept Moen and steal the "Magic Horns" for someone else—likely to sabotage Deno's quest.

Typical work for an underground guild. Sabotage, kidnapping, murder—it was all business to them.

"Tch. Fine. Let's go."

Kagayama scowled, but didn't argue further. Both turned tail—leaving Reiyur behind like trash.

"Run? Who said you get to choose?"

Moen chuckled darkly.

"You wanna attack me and then walk away like it's nothing? What do you think I am—a doormat?"

He had zero sympathy for people like this—those who would sell out their allies without a second thought.

"Buzz."

His magic flared.

Moen took the offensive. A sharp excitement buzzed in his veins—this was his first real fight against a dark guild. Unlike sparring in the guild hall, where he always held back for fear of injuring someone, this was different.

These weren't friends. These were criminals.

Legally, killing dark guild members was not just permitted—it was encouraged.

"Time to die—Pegasus Meteor Fist! "

With a burst of speed, Moen closed the distance between himself and Kagayama in a blink, fists roaring like a storm.

"Boom!! "

Each punch crashed into Kagayama like a hammer, one after another, a flurry of strikes that rattled bone and crushed resolve.

Kagayama was sent flying.

Eyes wide with disbelief, he had spells left—he could've fought back—but the sheer pain stole away everything.

He hit the ground hard, vision spinning, lungs empty, mind drifting—

'So this is a real mage from a top-tier guild, huh? Total cheat code…'

That was his final bitter thought, before unconsciousness swallowed him.