Lucky draw Starting from Fairy tail

Thirty minutes of flight later, my golden eagle dipped low through the clouds as we neared the first mission site—the Forest of Reeds. Erza sat quietly behind me, her eyes sharp and focused, hair rustling in the wind. The countryside beneath us began to change from flat plains to scattered trees and patchwork farmland.

From the air, the damage was easy to spot: shredded fences, upturned soil, and crushed crops scattered around a ruined field. At the village entrance, a few people noticed the shadow of the eagle above and ran out with cautious curiosity.

I guided the eagle into a smooth landing just outside the village gate. Erza and I jumped down, the bird folding its massive wings behind us.

We approached a group of villagers, and I called out, "We're from Fairy Tail. We're here for the mission about wild boars."

An older man near the front waved. "Ah! Yes, yes. Come with me. Chief Aldon's expecting help."

We followed him through the worn paths of the village until we reached a modest wooden house surrounded by withering crops. An older man stepped out—a broad-shouldered village chief with sunburned skin and a tired face.

"Fairy Tail? Thank the gods," he said, exhaling deeply. "I'm Chief Aldon. It's bad out there. A whole pack of giant wild boars—twenty, maybe twenty-five—have been attacking our farms every day. They eat everything, trample what they don't eat, and even attack anyone who gets too close."

"Where exactly are the fields they're hitting?" Erza asked.

"North. About two kilometers. You'll see it as soon as the trees thin out. It's a mess."

We nodded, and I summoned two steeds of wind and lightning—one for each of us. In under a 10 minute, we reached the fields. It was worse up close. Crops had been stomped flat. Furrows in the dirt showed where tusks had torn through the land. A broken cart lay overturned, and several tree trunks were cracked in half.

The boars were everywhere.

Massive beasts, each the size of a small wagon. Some lay dozing in the shade, while others rooted through the soil. Two were fighting over a pile of corn, tusks clashing loudly.

I turned to Erza, ready to offer to take care of it myself.

She raised her hand. "I'll handle them."

"You sure?"

She nodded without hesitation.

I exhaled, impressed by her resolve. "Alright."

I leaned back against a nearby tree, summoned my Spirit Fox to keep watch, and crossed my arms. "Go show me what you've got."

Erza stepped forward, each boot sinking slightly into the soil as she approached. One of the boars looked up, letting out a sharp cry that woke the others. Snorting and grunting, they turned toward her.

She dashed toward the largest one—easily over 600 pounds, thick with muscle and scars. The moment it lunged at her, its tusks gleaming, she leapt.

Time slowed.

With perfect timing, she twisted in mid-air and brought her sword down. A clean, decisive slash.

The boar's head hit the dirt before its body.

Panic surged through the rest of the pack.

In a frenzy, they rushed her as a horde. But Erza was already moving. She ducked behind the corpse of the fallen beast, using it as a shield. The others slammed into their fallen comrade, disoriented by the unexpected impact.

She emerged from the side, blade gleaming.

Another boar fell, then another.

Her movements were surgical. Her blade danced in arcs that left no room for retaliation. I watched, honestly stunned. Her battle instinct… it was on another level.

"She's insane," I whispered. "Her battle sense… her speed… I need to train close combat. I can't even throw a proper punch."

In under a 10 minute, more than half the boars were down.

The remaining seven hesitated. Then, gripped by primal fear, they bolted in the opposite direction.

"She's not done," I muttered.

Erza darted after them, catching up with four. They barely had time to squeal before she silenced them with swift, calculated strikes.

The last three were running in disarray—looping in circles, colliding into rocks and trees. That's when Erza noticed the Spirit Fox, its eyes glowing faintly.

"An illusion?" she whispered.

Realizing the cause of their disoriented behavior, she closed in. The fox dismissed the illusion with a soft shimmer, and Erza dispatched the remaining boars without resistance.

Silence fell across the field.

Only her blade dripped with blood.

I stood slowly and began clapping.

"That… was amazing."

She turned to me, breathing softly, a small smile on her lips. "Thank you."

We returned to the village not long after.

Chief Aldon's eyes widened when he saw us alone—no injuries, no chaos behind us.

"Is it done?"

"All gone," I said. "Your fields are safe."

He bowed deeply. "You've saved our harvest—and maybe our winter. Thank you."

He handed over a pouch. It jingled with the sound of 50,000 Jewels.

"Do you want us to deal with the corpses?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. We'll use them. Dried meat, leather… this will feed our people for weeks."

"Glad to help," I said with a smile.

I summoned the flying eagle once again. Erza and I climbed on, the wind rippling through our hair as we took to the skies.

"Next stop?" I asked.

She nodded, a spark of determination returning to her eyes. "Let's go."

Mission one—complete.

Four to go.