Chapter 67: Giant Magic

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"Welcome back!"

Upon seeing the boy at the door, the members of Fairy Tail raised their cups in unison, showing that this boy was no small figure in the guild.

The buck-toothed mage who had earlier mistaken George for Happy burst out laughing, "Natsu, I heard you stirred up quite the commotion in Hargeon!"

However, before he could finish, a foot landed squarely on his face, launching him across the room and crashing through several tables, knocking over a few other mages as well.

"The intel you gave me about the Fire Dragon was completely wrong!" the boy shouted furiously, flames practically blazing from his face.

"That speed... isn't this guy supposed to be a fire mage? How is his physical strength this strong?" George, still sitting on the round stool at the front desk, watched in bewilderment.

The boy's name was Natsu, and he had a magical cat companion just like George. This had to be the same "Salamander" Natsu, the most powerful fire mage in Fairy Tail, renowned for his mastery of fire magic, as introduced in the magic magazines.

But what George had just witnessed—the boy rushing from the door to the buck-toothed mage's side in a blur, almost leaving afterimages, and that powerful kick—was far beyond what he expected.

This display of strength was leagues above the Dark Mage George had previously fought in close combat.

"No wonder they're famous mages in Fairy Tail. They're clearly on a different level from regular mages," George thought, his curiosity piqued rather than intimidated.

If someone like Natsu was this strong, then the S-class mages must be even stronger. And the Saints—those at the pinnacle of magic—would be stronger still.

He wasn't afraid of the mages in this world being too powerful; he was only concerned they wouldn't be strong enough.

The higher the ceiling of magical power in this world, the higher his potential would be. If the strongest mages here were weaker than him, then studying magic in this world wouldn't help him grow much stronger.

"I didn't know the intel was wrong!" The buck-toothed mage pulled his head out of the wooden floor, fuming with rage. "I was just passing along what I heard! You wanna fight, Natsu? Bring it on!"

He lunged at Natsu, and soon, their exchange of blows dragged several other mages into the fray. Furious, they all jumped into the brawl, and what started as a simple scuffle quickly escalated into a chaotic guild-wide melee.

George could tell, though, that none of them were fighting seriously. It was all physical combat—no one was using magic yet.

Still, he was somewhat impressed. Natsu, Gray, and Loke were famous mages, but even the lesser-known ones who hadn't used their magic yet displayed considerable physical prowess.

If a regular person were to be smashed into a wall or driven headfirst into the floor, they'd be severely injured, if not dead. Yet these mages merely cursed, got back up, and rejoined the brawl as if nothing had happened.

As the fight continued, things started to get even more intense.

The blonde girl who had arrived with Natsu was initially running around frantically, trying to break up the fight. But when Gray, who had been sneak-attacked by Natsu, was stripped down to his underwear and shamelessly asked her to lend him some, even she couldn't hold back and joined the battle.

"No wonder they're called the most troublesome guild of mages!"

George looked at the now almost-destroyed guild hall, which was on the verge of becoming a complete wreck. He watched as more mages began summoning magic circles around themselves, seemingly preparing to escalate the fight with spells.

He couldn't help but recall the consistent reviews in all the magazines he had read about Fairy Tail.

"Stop it, you idiots! Are you trying to tear down the entire guild?!"

Just then, George suddenly heard a furious roar from the second floor. He looked up to see a frail old man, barely a meter tall, leaping down from the corridor above.

As he fell, his body quickly expanded, transforming into a giant nearly seven or eight meters tall.

Upon seeing the giant, the other mages stopped fighting in fear and scattered to the corners of the room, except for Natsu, who stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! Look at how scared you all are! I've won this match!"

However, his laughter was short-lived, as the giant brought his foot down hard, nearly stomping Natsu into the ground.

George stared in awe at the old man, whose head almost touched the ceiling of the hall, his muscles bulging. The expression on his cat face mirrored his shock.

"This is the guild master of Fairy Tail, Makarov, one of the Ten Holy Mages, and his Giant Magic!"

During the past two days of gathering intelligence, George had made sure not to overlook the strongest mage of Fairy Tail, as well as one of the kingdom's mightiest, Makarov.

From what he understood, Makarov was proficient in many forms of magic, but he was particularly famous for two: Giant Magic and Light Magic.

Giant Magic allows the user to enlarge parts of their body or their entire form, and this enlargement isn't just superficial—both physical strength and defense are greatly enhanced.

To George, this was akin to a magical version of "Law of Heaven and Earth." It was said that there's no upper limit to this magic; the stronger the user's magic power, the more thoroughly they understand the technique, and the larger they can become.

According to ancient legends, there were mages who used Giant Magic to literally lift mountains that stood a thousand meters high. However, the truth of such tales was debatable.

What was certain was that Giant Magic was indeed powerful; otherwise, Makarov wouldn't be one of the Ten Holy Mages, and the other Fairy Tail members wouldn't have scattered so quickly.

Over the past few days, as George considered which magic to choose, he realized that there were far too many types of magic in this world. Achieving any significant mastery over a particular type would require immense effort. Thus, he concluded that in the early stages, he should focus on learning just one or, at most, two types of magic.

So which type should he choose?

His understanding of the magic in this world was limited to what he had gleaned from magic books, and he couldn't ascertain which forms were more powerful or promising.

That's when he thought of the simplest solution: to learn the same magic that the most powerful mages used. This approach might not be the absolute best, but it certainly minimized the risk of making a poor choice.

The strongest of the Ten Holy Mages—one of whom was Makarov, the guild master of Fairy Tail—naturally led him to the conclusion that he should learn the same magic as Makarov. This way, he would be able to seek guidance when needed in the future.

In fact, he had a fondness for Giant Magic not because he enjoyed close combat, but rather because, as an elegant mage, he would prefer to avoid it altogether.

He was afraid of dying. Close combat was nowhere near as safe as casting spells from a distance.

However, he understood that a mage's greatest weakness is their physical body. Even if a wizard's physique can withstand more than an average person, a critical injury can still lead to death.

But if he learned Giant Magic, that weakness could be significantly mitigated.

When an enemy struggled through his spells only to reach him, thinking they could teach him a lesson with their fists, he could suddenly transform into a giant and show them what true despair looked like.

Most importantly, if he ever encountered magic immunity or anti-magic situations, he could use Giant Magic to enhance his physical output, delivering sufficient damage to turn the tide.

(End of Chapter)