Drink More If You've Got What It Takes

Soon, news of Eleven's ultimate victory in the trial reached Fairy Tail guild even faster, instantly igniting the guild, which had only been quiet for two days, once again!

It wasn't that Eleven's victory surprised them; he and Laxus were already two favorites to win the championship. It would have been a real upset if either of the two older men, Macao or Wakaba, had won.

The main reason is that once this news came, it was time to collect gambling debts. Those unscrupulous uncles in the guild like to bet even on a fight between little kids, let alone a major event like the S-Class Exam. Almost everyone participates, some are happy and some are sad, and the sound of "throwing money around" can be heard everywhere, making it extremely lively.

Perhaps the only people who truly care about whether Eleven becomes S-Class player are his longtime friends.

Cana (ﾟ∀ﾟ): "Eleven is amazing!"

Erza (￣￣): "S-Class? It seems my training is far from sufficient!"

Mira (,): "Hmph! What's so great about S-Class!"

Gray: "As expected of Eleven, but that's what makes him worth defeating!"

Natsu was different from the others; he was truly remarkable—he went straight for the kill!

"Eleven, prepare to die! If I defeat you, I'll become S-Class Mage!"

The moment Eleven returned in triumph and stepped into the guild's gates, he was greeted not with flowers and applause, but with a head blazing down from the sky.

"Take this, Fire Dragon's Sword Horn!" Natsu shouted out his attack, showing not the slightest bit of shame for his sneak attack.

Happy, the little blue cat beside Happy, excitedly flapped its tiny wings, flying around and cheering Natsu on.

Eleven:(ㅍ_ㅍ)

Raise your hand, unleash your Telekinesis, and say, "Screw you!"

Bang!!

Natsu had just been charging towards Eleven, spun around in front of Eleven, then crashed through the guild's roof at an even greater speed, flying out and becoming the brightest star in the sky.

(ﾟ△ﾟ;ﾉ)ﾉ: "Natsu!" Happy flapped his little wings and hurried out to look for Natsu, who had been thrown somewhere.

This sudden turn of events happened so fast that everyone was stunned, but the next second, a thunderous cheer erupted!

As expected of S-Class! Teaching that Natsu a lesson is child's play for them! Amazing!

As expected, S-Class always have a beauty filter effect no matter what they do.

Eleven beats Natsu with one hand every day, for some reason, today Eleven's beating looks even more stylish. Is this the S-Class beating technique? So cool!

Makarov ignored Natsu, who had been thrown away, and instead pulled Eleven up to the second floor of the sacred guild building, raised Eleven's hand, and looked down at the crowd below.

"Today, the guild has produced its second S-Class Mage! Kids, let's have a party!" With that, Makarov jumped down, picked up a barrel of wine, and started blowing on it.

"Oh! Cheers!" Everyone cheered in unison. The birth of a new S-Class was definitely a legitimate reason to throw a party, and they reveled without any inhibitions!

Eleven:(￣ー￣)

At this moment, Eleven stood on the second floor, feeling somewhat awkward... He had hoped that the old man would allow him, now an S-Class Mage, to say a few words, or at least give him a little exposure.

They just jumped straight into the party without any preamble! What a lack of ceremony! Aren't I the one who should be the main character?

Eleven stood awkwardly behind the second-floor railing for a long time, finally convincing himself that nobody really wanted to talk to him; he was probably just an excuse to throw a party.

But it didn't matter. Eleven's Fairy Tail bloodline was also pure, and he was already used to this kind of operation. He didn't take it to heart at all and turned his attention to the second floor of this mysterious guild that he had never seen before.

The layout on the second floor was much simpler than he had imagined: an archive room, a sofa and coffee table, a set of tables and chairs, a task board with several impressive-looking task sheets on it.

That's it, that's all the stuff on the second floor of the guild.

(￣ー￣) Hmm...

This, perhaps, is what is meant by simple yet sophisticated.

Eleven carefully sat down on the sofa upstairs. "Mmm, no wonder it's the sofa upstairs, it's so soft!"

Natsu had somehow returned from downstairs, and with this party enthusiast joining them, the party became even more lively, almost to the point of blowing the roof off.

Upstairs, Eleven was still the only one... sitting on the soft sofa...

Damn! It's so boring upstairs! There's not a soul in sight!

What's with this feeling of disappointment? It's unbearable!

Is it too late for me to go down now?

So what kind of posture should one adopt to exude class? Now that I have an S-Class idol image to maintain, I can't be as silly and carefree as before.

Damn it, why did that bastard Laxus have to go train at such a crucial time! If he were here, I might be able to ask him for advice on how to show off.

"Hey, Eleven, what's the second floor like? Is it fun?" Just as Eleven was racking his brains for a solution, he suddenly heard Cana's voice.

Then Gray and Natsu joined in, shouting upstairs and asking Eleven to tell them what it looked like upstairs; they were very curious.

Eleven glanced at the group of people downstairs and paused for a moment before breaking into a shameless smile.

You guys are angels! Cana, you're truly my sweetheart, you came just in time!

"Cough cough!"

Eleven coughed, his smile fading, then casually walked down the stairs, looking at Cana and the others with a mysterious expression.

"The second floor is alright. If you want to know, try to go up and see for yourselves!"

"Tch, you cheapskate! What's the harm in telling us?" Nazgray and Cana both gave Elivin the middle finger with disdain.

Eleven pretended not to see them, finally able to come downstairs to join the party, who cares about you little brats!

The revelry on the first floor was reaching its climax, with Macao and Wakaba being the most enthusiastic drinkers. As the participants in the assessment, they naturally became the focus of the conversation. Although they couldn't reveal the content of the assessment, it was fine for them to brag about how they fought Gildarts. After all, no one would notice how shameless they were.

Eleven didn't join the crowd; instead, he went to the bar and, unusually, ordered a pitcher of beer. He was 15 years old now, an adult, and could drink alcohol; he no longer had to drink juice like before!

I gulped down two big mouthfuls of beer!

(ㅍ_ㅍ)Hmm...

I still think fruit juice tastes better...

What's so good about this bitter, astringent, and spicy rubbish?

Pshaw!

"Eleven, what are you doing? Don't do that, it's dirty!"

Still unwilling to give up, Cana wanted to get information about the second floor from Eleven. Just then, she saw Eleven secretly spitting his beer back into his cup, and she felt nauseous.

"Uh, no, Cana, let me explain..."

Eleven tried to explain, but Cana wasn't interested in listening. She was only curious about what the second floor looked like and had no interest in Eleven's strange quirks.

This immediately annoyed Eleven. What did he mean by "weird fetish"? This stuff was already awful to drink, did he mean he couldn't even spit it out?

Thinking of this, Eleven casually ordered a beer, placed it in front of Cana, and said with a mischievous grin, "Here, drink this beer and I'll tell you what the second floor looks like."

"Huh? But, but I'm not an adult yet." Cana looked a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's okay, just one drink won't hurt!" Eleven had already made up his mind to let Cana taste this awful stuff for herself, so he wasn't going to give in so easily.

Helpless, Cana, unable to resist Eleven's insistence, reluctantly picked up her glass and took a sip with her eyes tightly closed.

"Huh? The wine is pretty good. No wonder the president and the others drink it every day." Cana put down her glass, her tone surprisingly pleasant.

"It tastes good? Don't force yourself. If it tastes bad, just say so. I won't force you to drink it." Eleven looked at the 'showing off' Cana with annoyance.

"It's really delicious! I really don't understand why you would spit out something so good, Eleven!" Cana said, unconvinced.

(╬￣俣)

Hey, you little brat, you're never going to stop! If I don't subdue you today, how can I remain S-Class Mage!

"Come on, drink as much as you like!" Eleven waved his hand, ordering another large keg of beer, and looked at the innocent-looking little Cana with a teasing expression. "Don't be shy, it's on me today, so drink your fill!"