Wielding magnetism magic in fairy tail

"Damien, come here and help me with the field!"

"Alright, I'm coming!"

A five-year-old boy with messy black hair and bluish-green eyes let out a sigh, dragging his small feet through the dirt. "Why couldn't I be born in a magical world with more technology?" he mumbled under his breath, squinting up at the sun.

His name was Damien Voss, a child in this world for just over a month. On the surface, he looked like any ordinary kid—but in truth, he was anything but. Just a short time ago, Damien had been an 18-year-old from Earth, freshly diving into the world of anime. After binging through the "Big Three," he craved more battle shounen. One of his friends recommended Fairy Tail, calling it similar to his favorite, One Piece.

Curiosity got the better of him. But for some reason, instead of watching the anime like a normal person, he thought it'd be a great idea to buy the manga instead.

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was deciding to head to the mall, in the middle of rush hour, to pick up the physical copy.

And well… that's where the story ended.

"Now I'm here, in some magical world," Damien thought bitterly, jabbing the shovel into the ground. "I didn't even get to read the first chapter."

"Alright, I think this is enough for today," Damien grunted, dropping the shovel with a dramatic huff.

His grandfather narrowed his eyes from across the field. "Stop that. You'll never get results if you're lazy."

"Alright, Grandpa, I get it," Damien groaned, brushing dirt off his hands.

Despite the complaints, Damien respected his grandfather—both in this life and the one he was starting to remember more clearly. The village he reincarnated in was large, filled with hard-working people, but nothing like the cities he knew from his past life. For a brief, horrifying moment after arriving, Damien thought he had been sent back to some medieval time period before technology existed.

But thankfully, he soon realized that wasn't the case.

The world was different—full of magic. People could wield elements, summon creatures, and enhance their bodies in ways far beyond human limitations. It was nothing like the Earth he left behind.

His new home, while modest, felt comforting. He lived with his grandparents, the only family he had ever known in this life. As far as he could tell, his parents had never been around, and his grandparents never talked about them. Damien didn't mind. They were strangers to him, and he had no lingering attachments.

But the village—his grandparents, the people around him—he felt something for them. He inherited the fondness and warmth his younger self had for these people. It wasn't Earth, but it felt… right.

"Damien, come inside for a moment," his grandfather called out, dusting his hands off as he walked toward the house.

Damien raised a brow but followed, stepping inside the small but cozy home. His grandfather was already seated on the worn-out couch, waiting for him.

"You turned five not long ago," his grandfather began, his gaze settling on Damien seriously. "I think it's time for you to learn magic."

Damien blinked. His heart skipped a beat.

"Magic?"

"So, you're finally going to teach me some magic?" Damien sighed, his voice neutral as he leaned against the doorframe.

His grandfather raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Why aren't you excited about this? Learning magic is a big step in your life."

Damien shrugged. "So what? You're just going to teach me some magic that'll help with farm work—like everyone else in this village, right?" He crossed his arms, looking out the window. "You've got to be kidding me. I didn't come to a world of magic to move shovels around."

A small chuckle escaped his grandfather's lips. "Do you really think I'd waste time teaching you magic like that?"

Damien's head snapped back toward him. "Wait… are you serious?" His neutral expression cracked, and for the first time, genuine excitement slipped through. "You're going to teach me actual magic?"

His grandfather grinned, clearly enjoying the shift in Damien's tone. "Yes. I'll teach you the same magic I used when I was part of a guild."

"A guild?" Damien repeated, tilting his head. "What's that?"

His grandfather paused for a moment, as if surprised by the question. "Oh, right… I never told you about guilds, did I?" He settled into his seat, the chair creaking softly under his weight. "Guilds are places where wizards gather. They take on jobs—everything from security work to monster extermination. For a wizard, a guild is the best place to work. I was part of one… a very high-ranking guild, at that."

Damien leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "Wait, so the magic you used was powerful?"

His grandfather nodded, a proud glint in his eye. "Yes. The magic I used is called magnetism magic."

Damien's eyes widened, sparkling with excitement. "Magnetism? Really?"

In his past life, magnetism had always fascinated him. It was one of his favorite powers in games, movies—anything that involved superpowers. Whenever someone asked, "If you could have any superpower, what would it be?" magnetism was his go-to answer. The possibilities were endless.

"When do we start?" Damien practically jumped forward, gripping the edge of the table.

"Calm down, calm down." His grandfather chuckled, raising a hand to stop him. "You can't just start using magic right away. Before you can even cast the weakest spell, you need to learn how to control your energy."

Damien deflated slightly but nodded. "Right, control first. Got it. When are we starting?"

"Tomorrow," his grandfather said firmly. "We'll start training at sunrise."

Despite the initial excitement, his grandfather's words had a calming effect. Damien could barely contain his anticipation, but he forced himself to relax, letting the realization sink in—real magic.

His grandfather stood, stretching his arms. "Now, get some rest. You'll need it." He turned to leave the room, but Damien called out just before he stepped through the doorway.

"Wait! You never told me… what was the name of the guild you were part of?"

His grandfather paused, standing still for a long moment. His eyes softened, and a nostalgic smile tugged at his lips. "It was the best guild ever. It's called Fairy Tail."

With that, he left the room.

Damien stood frozen, blinking at the doorway.

Did he… did he just say Fairy Tail?

His heart dropped.

A nervous laugh escaped him, though it sounded forced even to his own ears. "No way… did I seriously just get reincarnated into an anime?"

Damien gripped the edge of the table, steadying himself. "Calm down. This could just be a coincidence," he muttered. "I mean, Fairy Tail isn't exactly a unique name. Maybe it's just a local guild with the same title."

But doubt began to creep in, clawing at the edges of his mind.

"And if it isn't a coincidence…?" Damien swallowed, his throat dry.

At some point, the chaos from the anime would hit. Dragons, demons, dark wizards—every dangerous thing he might encounter in a fantasy world might come to life.

He sank into the chair, resting his chin in his hand. "Guess I'll just have to master this magnetism magic my grandpa's teaching me… and stay as far away from trouble as possible."

Though deep down, Damien already knew that in a world like this, trouble had a way of finding you.

"Damien, is everything okay?"

Damien spun around, startled by the voice. His grandmother stood at the doorway, her gaze soft but curious.

"Oh, Grandma! Yeah, everything's fine," he replied quickly, brushing the back of his neck. "It's just… Grandpa said he's going to start teaching me magic."

His grandmother's expression shifted instantly. She grinned, though there was something mischievous behind her eyes. "That old bastard! I told him we needed to talk about that together."

She crossed the room in an instant, stopping just inches from Damien's face. He tensed under her intense stare, sweat forming at his brow.

"Did you already agree to learn his magic?"

"Uh… yeah," Damien answered nervously. "I mean, he kinda just told me. I didn't think it was a big deal."

His grandmother groaned, pressing her hands into her head in frustration. "Dammit! I was supposed to be the one to teach you first!" She paced for a moment, muttering under her breath before abruptly stopping.

Her gaze flicked to Damien, and a sly smile crept across her face. "Actually… maybe this works out."

Before he could ask what she meant, his grandmother grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the back of the house.

"Hey, wait! Where are we going?" Damien stumbled as she led him toward the closet in their room.

"You'll see."

She rummaged through the clutter, pulling out a long, wrapped cloth from the corner. With a swift motion, she unwrapped it, revealing a one-handed short katana. With a straight blade The blade shimmered faintly under the light, etched with intricate dragon designs winding from the hilt to the tip.

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"Do you see this sword?" she asked, holding it carefully in front of him.

Damien's eyes widened. "Whoa… that looks awesome."

His grandmother smiled proudly. "This isn't just any sword, Damien. It's special—and I'm going to teach you how to wield it, just like me."

Without waiting for a response, she dragged him outside to a more open area near the house. The evening air felt crisp as she stepped onto the worn grass, katana in hand.

Damien, still processing what was happening, finally spoke up. "Hold on, Grandma. Did you seriously pull me all the way out here just to show me a sword?"

She smirked, lifting the katana with one hand. "Oh, Damien… this isn't just an ordinary one-handed sword."

Before he could ask what she meant, she flicked her wrist, channeling a small burst of magic into the blade. The katana hummed faintly, its surface glowing as the magic was absorbed into the steel. With a swift slash, she cut through the air. a slash Appeared through the air Just like the ones you get when you attack after a last second Dodge in video games appeared

Damien stared in awe. "Wait… was that a spell?"

His grandmother grinned. "With this sword, you can absorb the magic from attacks you block. Then, you can unleash it in a single powerful slash. But be careful—the blade can't store large amounts of energy at once."

Damien's eyes practically sparkled. "A magical sword…?" He could barely contain his excitement.

In his past life, magical weapons like this were the stuff of fantasy games and anime. The thought of wielding one himself, this early into his new life, felt almost unreal.

"Man, the other protagonists in stories like this would be jealous," he thought, grinning to himself.

His grandmother rested the blade against her shoulder, glancing at him with a raised brow. "What's with that look?"

Damien straightened up, shaking his head quickly. "Nothing! I just… can't wait to start training."

"Good," she replied with a satisfied nod. "Because if you're going to learn magic from your grandfather, I'll make sure you know how to fight with a blade. One day, you might need both."

As Damien watched his grandmother effortlessly swing the katana once more, he couldn't help but feel like things were finally starting to get exciting.