Lightning danced around the sky, as rain fell on top of Zanto’s head. His usual shaggy hair had been straightened to the point that it was stuck to his back. He had ditched his glasses way back the train station. The usual reflection of light that hid his eyes were now away as anyone was now able to see the pain in his eyes from being wounded severely. He would wink after almost every step that he took. Clutching his chest with his right hand as the bandages had loosened causing blood to drip a little, but Dr. Gerard was a good doctor. The only way he could die right now was from an infected wound and he wasn’t going to get that.
In his sight, only a couple of meters away was the Guild Building of Fairy Tail. His journey had just been completed, now he only had to convince them to let him join the guild. As of now, he was a no name. Not a soul knew who he was in the world besides the people that he worked with or either fought. And nearly all of those people were half way on the other side of the continent.
His coat would protect the grimoire from getting wet, but he was sure that it had all types of spells that protected it from getting damaged, so he was slightly not aggravated by the rain that seemed to bring out the pain in him even more. It had took time, but he had made it to the Fairy Tail Guild bearing immense pain. The door was closed, so he would assume that everyone was either alseep due to the thunderstorm that had rolled in, or were just inside of the guild chilling.
Going towards the door, he would knock on it as hard as he could, in hopes that he would be able to get the immediate attention of anyone that was inside.