Chapter 8

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The Hargeon garrison scrambled, hundreds of soldiers and dozens of Magic Council enforcers rushing to the explosion site.

Across town, a gaping ravine—kilometers long, twenty meters wide, a meter deep—sliced to the coast.

A new, awe-striking city feature!

"You two newbies wanna join Fairy Tail?"

Amid the guild's clamor, Mirajane glided toward Weiss and Lucy.

Wow, what a looker!

Spotting Weiss, Mirajane's eyes widened slightly—his charm hit her hard.

A first in her life—such a stunning guy!

"Hello, I'm Mirajane, guild bartender~"

"Folks here are warm—bit of brawling's normal to bond…"

She squinted with a smile, eyeing them.

Bang!

Mid-sentence, Elfman bowled her over.

"Manly fun, huh~~?"

He grinned, then keeled over, out cold.

"Enough, you brats! This farce ends now!"

A giant old man loomed, halting the chaos.

Fists and spells froze.

"Ha! Scared stiff? I win this round!"

Only Natsu stood, hands on hips, cackling.

Next second—

A massive foot flattened him.

The ten-meter figure spotted Lucy and Weiss, letting out a hum.

"New faces?"

He shrank down, morphing into a short, kindly old man—barely a meter tall.

"Pleased to meet ya!"

This pint-sized figure was Makarov Dreyar, Fairy Tail's master—one of the Ten Wizard Saints!

"He's tiny! Really the master?!"

Lucy gawked at Makarov's dwarf stature.

"Lucy, don't judge books by covers or seas by buckets."

"The overlooked can be the deadliest. Underestimate based on looks, and you'll pay someday."

Weiss patted her head, schooling her.

Weiss sensed Makarov's vast magic—a churning ocean next to his own!

Oh?

Rare insight—deep words.

Mirajane's gaze flickered with intrigue.

Even Makarov, hopping to the second floor, paused, peering back with a jolt.

Huh?

A natural magic nexus?

He gaped—magic particles streamed into Weiss like a homing tide, swelling his power.

No meditation—just pure absorption, no overload, no chaos!

The kid a magic god's spawn?!

And that physique—unreal!

"Young man, you're something!"

Makarov's praise stunned the room.

A newbie snagging the master's nod?!

"You're too kind, Master."

Facing a Ten Wizard Saint's acclaim, Weiss stayed cool, nodding calmly.

Makarov sighed inwardly.

Steady, unflappable—a prime catch!

Another gem for his guild!

Chuckling, Makarov's short frame leapt to the second-floor railing—then clonked his head.

Grimacing, he clambered up, standing tall.

He launched into his canon spiel.

The guild roared, fired up—Weiss felt his blood surge too.

Makarov's words rang true.

Chained by rules, what kind of wizard are you?

Brawls are joy—facing foes, go all out!

Destruction?

The Magic Council foots the bill—why else pay guild taxes?

Worst case, when he's stronger, he'd slug it out with the Council!

His power's climb wouldn't take long.

Back on Blue Star, he'd killed under oppression, fleeing abroad—a legend, globally wanted by Ugly Country and beyond as a top threat.

Here, same vibe.

Post-rally, Makarov hit the first-floor bar for a drink.

"Hey~ What color badges for Mr. Weiss and Lucy, and where?"

Mirajane pulled the guild seal, smiling.

"Pink, back of my right hand~"

Lucy beamed sweetly.

"Gold, back of my left."

Weiss shrugged casually.

Lucy flushed, a warm flutter rising.

A couple's seal?

Her right, his left—an adorable match!

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