A/N: Writing Minerva's POV without making her seem too OOC compared to Mashima's canon was ... interesting. But the OC has arrived! And yes, school has started but it's not quite that busy yet so I managed to write up this chapter first. Yay!

Chapter 5 (Minerva's POV)

I had been calmly walking through the forest, heading who knows where for all I care. You see, Sabertooth was no longer the strongest guild after its loss to Fairy Tail in the Grand Magic Games, so there was no reason for me to stay in it any longer – only the strongest deserve my strength, after all. As much as I wanted to continue working on my magic, I wasn't feeling like attacking trees at the moment since they all look too similarly motionless. I wanted something that would move, that I could chase and beat up repeatedly. Then I heard a male voice calmly speaking out, and I couldn't believe my luck. There actually were living things in this place!

I crouched down and slowly crept towards where I heard the voice come from, and then I saw her. That weak blond Celestial Spirit mage from Fairy Tail, whom I had beaten up already in the Grand Magic Games. 'This is going to be sooo fun,' I thought to myself with a smirk. As weak as she may be, at least she can provide me with a live target to practice on. Hey, maybe I'll be nice and let her live despite the pain she'll endure – who knows? Summoning my magic into the palm of my hand as silently as possible, I quickly stood up in my hiding place and shoved out at the orange-haired man standing in front of her but pouted when he disappeared afterwards. Looks like he was just another of that bitch's spirits. As I walked towards her, I decided to have some more fun with her again – and that starts by taunting her.

"What is a weak Fairy doing here? Shouldn't you be back home hanging out with your friends?" I shouted out. I could see her visibly freeze and tense from recognizing me, but her continued lack of any response was starting to piss me off. Damn bitch, couldn't she at least show me some respect? We both know that I could easily beat her unconscious or even outright kill her, but right now I'm feeling more like keeping her alive enough to keep beating up repeatedly and killing her outright would only ruin my fun.

Oh well, if she's not going to run it looks like I'll just have to beat her up where she stands. Simple as that, really. Honestly, though, I'd enjoy it more if she tries to run or put up some kind of fight – ignoring the fact that I just took down her lion spirit. Hmm, now that I think about it wasn't that her strongest spirit? Eh, whatever. She's so weak I doubt it really would have mattered even if I didn't just hit that lion. Summoning another ball of magic into my hand, I throw it at the bitch and she takes it head-on. Sheesh, she really is stupid if she thinks she can survive all my attacks. That weakling doesn't even understand what power is, I bet.

I continue launching balls of magic at her, but she makes no move to defend or attempt to fight back. Fucking bitch, and here I was thinking I could have some fun but noooo, someone just has to ruin it for me. Hell, she could at least move around and show some signs of life instead of just standing there like a dummy. …Ok, now she's more just lying on the ground like a dummy except for when I use my magic to get her back onto her feet. Sheesh, even that Water Bubble fight in the Grand Magic Games was waay more interesting than this – at least she showed signs of resistance there. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised this weakling hasn't actually gotten stronger even though her guild "won" those stupid games. What could she even do to train, anyways? Run around like a little birdie? Swing her arms around like she's whipping a wooden post? Deplete her magic reserves until she passes out? Oh wait, she actually might have tried that last one – not that I could actually see this bitch doing so regularly enough for it to be considered actual training. Sheesh, that meaningless win must really have gotten buried deep in their heads if they aren't even bothering to train.

As I pull her back to me, I notice the weakling is desperately biting on her lip trying to keep herself from screaming aloud. I also see a few droplets of her tears as they fly down towards me. Well, I guess that explains why this bitch seemed like a dummy earlier, though I'm feeling rather insulted that she has the nerve to try keeping herself from shouting and crying. Who does she think she is to deny me of my fun?! Maybe I should forcefully cause her to scream out instead of biting it down by opening her mouth. Hmm, that actually sounds like a good idea – I'm going to do that. Not like I'd let that bitch continue denying me any fun, anyways.

I work my magic and force her mouth open. Silence momentarily descends upon our fight, as the bitch continues her futile struggle not to scream. Wait for it, wait for it ...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her pent-up screams pierce the still air, not counting the explosive sounds from all the impactful hits I continue forcing her body to endure. Well now, this is way more like it. I think I actually might get to have some fun with this weakling again. I continue moving her all around the forest, alternately blasting her with magic and outright punching or kicking her often-prostrate body. Then again, it's not like she had a choice – I wanted my fun, and she wouldn't willingly give it to me. The great music of her constant screaming is just the icing on top compared to having fun beating up that slut.

Time flows by as I continue beating up the bitch, while her screams weaken and ultimately disappear. When I realize that the weakling's no longer screaming, I look with disdain at her bruised and lacerated body while blood continues to leak out of some of her gashes – although not as much as originally. Well shit, if I discern correctly this bitch is so weak that she's already lost enough blood to fall unconscious soon if she isn't already unconscious. Something like shock from blood loss, I think they call it – not that it matters, since I basically beat her up the same way in the stupid Grand Magic Games. Heck, if her body's struggling to continue its basic survival functions I probably should just put her out of her misery right here and now, not that this slut ever deserved it. It'd probably be the kindest act I would ever consider doing for this weak slut.

"Stupid fairy, a weak mage like yourself shouldn't let a silly win at the so-called 'Grand Magic Games' get to your head," I spit out to the crumpled body with my familiar sneering voice. "The only thing that will accomplish for you is resulting in your death!" Gathering a large amount of magic in my palms, I raise my arms above my head and begin chanting. "Niel Wielg Mion Terse Elcantaeus: Yag–!"

I suddenly felt two well-calloused hands firmly grabbing onto my wrists and nullifying my magic, effectively cancelling my Yagdo Rigora cast. That asshole, butting in once again in matters that should not concern him – especially when he interrupts my fun. Geez, and just when I thought it could be a good day he just had to show up.

"Interesting. It appears that the famed War God Minerva feels the need to kill one weaker than herself in order to appease her satisfaction despite having beaten said person into a bloody pulp," the mystery man stated. Yet despite the lack of inflections in his voice, I knew him well enough that he was silently questioning my actions and rationale, even though our paths diverged well over four years ago. Shit, that means we knew each other too well for comfort, now that I think about it. Still, I probably should play along just to humor him and to get out of this predicament. Damn fucker.

"And you don't bother telling me why you show up here and now when I haven't been able to find any trace of you for two years after you seemingly 'disappeared'? I'm pretty sure it's not a matter of convenience that only now you'd bother returning to our world, Xenocrates." I forced myself to spit out his name – as much as I hated to admit it, there isn't any good way out for me unless I call him by his full name.

Xenocrates walks around and stands in front of me. I watch him survey the damaged goods previously known as that slut I was beating up. He seems to be muttering under his breath as usual, though I don't think anyone would have understood what the hell he's trying to do with whatever his magical power is. Shit, even I still have hardly a clue about what he uses for magic despite nearly fucking my mind empty over the years trying to figure it out. The only thing I'm certain of is that he is at least capable of healing magic, as that weakling's body is now glowing softly while all the injuries I bashed on it start to heal somewhat.

"Why the fuck are you healing her? She totally deserves all that punishment for being such a weakling. You yourself taught me that!"

"…It appears that you don't actually remember why I taught you that, nor much of the other lessons I gave you," Xenocrates deadpanned back to me. His eyes seemed to be glaring at me, as if to imply 'Are you fucking kidding me?' regarding my lack of concern for his lessons. Like I could really care about the rest of those stupid lessons – all that really mattered was learning to control and master my magic power! "Also, you really should learn to control your anger – using it to hide your own internal emotions will get you nowhere." Fuck, is he also able to read minds as well? That really can't be good anytime soon.

"I'm not trying to hide behind anger – I merely scorn weaklings like this slut. As I recall, you did teach me that the power of magic varies based upon the user's emotions, and right now I feel like beating the shit out of you if I didn't know better. That's why I'm angry," I retorted. Heck, the only reason I wasn't trying to beat up this asshole is because I know that he could easily nullify my magic, and I'm pretty sure he's aware that I know this given our history. Suddenly, we hear a weak voice quietly groan out.

"Wh… What ha-hap-happened?"