Bratty Kids

"You bunch of little brats, that's enough!" Makarov's roar clearly reached everyone's ears.

The previously noisy group of Eleven and his friends suddenly fell silent.

Even without Eleven using his Spiritual Powers, he could almost see the rising flames of anger behind Makarov with his naked eye.

Makarov's short body grew larger and larger with each step he took, and the earth gradually began to tremble with each step he took.

When Makarov walked up to Eleven and the others and looked down at them, his figure almost covered the entire sky.

A huge shadow loomed over Eleven and his gang, terrifying them so much that their legs trembled, cold sweat poured down their faces, and they dared not misbehave again.

This is Guild Master Makarov's Giant Magic, which not only increases the size of the body but also amplifies strength and defense. This powerful magic is one of the reasons why Makarov was named Ten Wizard Saints.

"Ahem!" The enormous Makarov coughed in displeasure.

The little devils beneath him shuddered in fright; the soft cough sounded louder to them than a thunderclap. Without Makarov saying anything more, they all lunged forward and knelt on the ground, displaying an attitude of admitting their mistake...

Even Doug was punished along with everyone else, even though he didn't know what he had done wrong or even who the giant in front of him was. But at this moment, admitting defeat was the right thing to do.

Makarov was quite satisfied with the kids' remorseful attitude and ignored the astonished looks of the crowd around him. Suddenly, the huge body made a "poof" sound and then shrank like a deflated balloon until it turned back into a small old man who was one meter tall.

Makarov actually knew that Erza and Mira were fighting in front of the cathedral, but he thought it was just a normal thing and didn't pay any attention to it.

But then he heard that the brats from the two guilds had fought their way from the outskirts of the city to the city center, destroying countless buildings along the way. Makarov finally couldn't sit still any longer; he had always been most averse to guild members causing destruction in Magnolia.

However, just as he finished dressing and stepped out of the guild gates, the thing he least wanted to see still happened before his eyes. The huge cross that had stood in front of the Fairy Tail guild for years, located at the highest point of Magnolia, was blown down in broad daylight.

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Without a doubt, this was the work of those brats in their guild; only a bunch of kids would be stupid enough to do that.

In that instant, Makarov felt a sharp pain in his heart and a profound exhaustion...

This is why Makarov was able to arrive so quickly; after all, he witnessed the entire incident firsthand.

Makarov was furious, his eyes bulging, but when he saw the children kneeling before him, so nervous yet obedient, he softened.

These children raised by the Fairy Tail guild are no different from his own children; he has always treated them as his own and raised them as such.

Does a child's wrongdoing necessarily mean it's their fault? Isn't it often a result of inappropriate parenting?

Sigh~

They're just kids!

Makarov sighed, looked at the group of uneasy children before him, and slowly extended a large, weathered hand.

"Eleven, you little rascal, is this what you did?!"

Makarov's outstretched hand grew rapidly, quickly becoming the size of a fan. Without giving Eleven a chance to answer, he slammed the guy into the ground with a loud thud.

Indeed, it's the father's fault if the son isn't taught properly; if you don't discipline them for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. If we don't discipline these unruly kids now, are we going to let them live until after the Harvest Festival?

After a series of resounding beatings that left the audience speechless, the children once again knelt neatly before Makarov.

The girls were alright; Makarov was quite chivalrous, and apart from Erza, Mira, Cana, and Lisanna, who volunteered to accept punishment, they were all perfectly fine.

But the boys weren't so lucky; they were all beaten until their faces were swollen, and even the innocent Gray and Elfman were punished along with them.

Even Doug got beaten up. Although Makarov didn't know him, since he was hanging out with Eleven, he figured he might as well beat him up too.

Having breathed a sigh of relief, Makarov was clearly in much better spirits. He coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said:

"You brats, don't you dare cause such a ruckus in your own home! What if the residents hate you?"

Makarov first muttered a few worried words, then suddenly changed the subject. "But you must also remember, magic is a power that requires concentrated belief, a power that requires the infusion of the soul. If you care too much about the opinions of others, you will never achieve anything in magic. Only by freely roaming the path you have chosen can you be a Fairy Tail mage!"

Most of the children listened to Makarov with their heads down, silently, and no one dared to complain about the chairman.

They were completely confused, not understanding whether Makarov supported their recklessness or not. The chairman's words seemed to imply that he hoped they could live freely, unbound by common sense. But if that was truly his intention, then why had they been beaten up?

Is the president really suffering from dementia? Why is his strategy so confusing?

Only two oblivious individuals reacted completely differently from the others: Erza and Eleven.

Erza was already in tears. She straightened her back and slammed her fist hard on her breastplate, deeply moved by Makarov's words.

Eleven, meanwhile, knelt there, lost in thought, chin in hand, pondering. After a while, he suddenly looked up at Makarov, his eyes filled with doubt and his face full of confusion. But just as he was about to speak, Mira tugged at him from beside him.

Mira frantically gestured to Eleven with her eyes to shut up and not do anything foolish. She was terrified that Eleven would suddenly go out and complain about the president, and what if he got beaten up again?

However, Mira was met with a puzzled look from Eleven, who even shook his arm, signaling Mira not to pull on his clothes.

Mira was so angry her teeth were itching. In a fit of pique, she increased the strength of her grip, and no matter how much Eleven struggled, she held onto his clothes and wouldn't let go.

Mira and Eleven's little tricks became increasingly blatant, finally attracting Makarov's attention.

"Ahem!" The old man coughed lightly, interrupting Mira and Eleven's argument.

Upon hearing the president's voice, Mira, like a startled rabbit, jolted back to her upright sitting posture, head bowed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Eleven finally managed to shake off Mira, glanced at the crumpled hem of his clothes, and was somewhat speechless. He didn't know what was wrong with this girl. He had just finally gained a little bit of insight into magic and wanted to ask her a question, but now he had completely forgotten about it.

"Eleven, tell me what exactly happened today." Makarov only now remembered to ask about the cause and effect of the day's events.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Eleven finally stopped daydreaming, his expression turning serious. He immediately activated the Telepathy channel, connecting with Makarov's mind. He didn't want anyone else to hear the following conversation, as this was a secret that Mest was determined to keep to the death.

"Grandpa, did you know that this Mest can also use a mental magic spell?"