Gray's Happiness

"Grandpa, who is this little brat with slanted eyes? He looks so fierce!"

Just as Eleven, Gildarts, and Cana were all in an awkward situation, Gray's loud voice once again successfully saved the day.

"Um, Gray seems to be in trouble again. I'll go check it out!"

Eleven reacted the fastest, jumping up in a flash. He was fed up with this inexplicable conversation; he hadn't understood what Gildarts was talking about from the beginning, and now Gildarts's gaze was becoming increasingly strange, making Eleven just want to escape as quickly as possible.

When Cana saw that Eleven had run away, and felt embarrassed to be alone with Gildarts, she also told Gildarts that she wanted to go and see what was going on.

Gildarts waved his hand, letting the two brats run off. He Take Over a lot of information today and needed to process it all.

Meanwhile, Gray was picking a fight with Natsu, who had just been brought into the guild.

These two guys were like turtles eyeing a mung bean; the moment their eyes met, they already felt annoyed with each other.

"Huh? Who are you talking about, you droopy-eyed bastard!" Natsu wasn't afraid at all about being in a new environment; instead, he immediately retorted to Gray with a roguish grin.

Gray (▼⊿▼): "You're such a pervert, wearing a scarf like that!"

Natsu (ヽ`Д´)ﾉ: "What right do you have to talk to me, you pervert who's only wearing underwear?!"

Gray ("▼皿▼): "Huh? What? You want to fight, you bastard!"

Natsu (ノ`Д)ノ: "Fight if you want, who's afraid of who!"

Then these two guys, who had only met for the first time a minute ago, started hurling insults and fighting without even knowing who the other was.

Makarov watched with a smile, making no attempt to stop them. He even stepped back a short distance, giving them space to fight.

Eleven stroked his chin, watching the two wrestling on the ground with a hint of disdain in his eyes. It wasn't that he looked down on their fighting ability, but rather that he thought their way of provoking each other was incredibly low-level.

First they started hurling insults at each other, then both of them flew into a rage, and finally they started fighting. They were no different from Erza and Mira, those two silly girls. It was just so tasteless.

Think back to when he provoked Laxus, he made Laxus so angry he was practically fuming, but he remained calm and collected. That's what you call skill.

"Sigh~" Eleven sighed, inwardly lamenting that each generation was worse than the last!

At this moment, no one cared what kind of nonsense Eleven, the logical genius, was thinking. Gray and Natsu's fight became more and more intense, and they had already fought their way out of the guild. The bored crowd followed suit.

They hadn't seen such a simple and unpretentious duel in a long time. Not to mention Eleven and Laxus, even the battle between Erza and Mira had become increasingly dangerous, with spectators constantly at risk of being accidentally injured, making it impossible to enjoy the spectacle.

Gray and Natsu were both stubborn mules, neither willing to use magic first, and so they punched each other, one punch on the left and one punch on the right.

Even the relatively fragile Eleven felt a pang of pain watching them fight. Ever since he learned the Telekinesis Shield, his fighting style had become the type that prioritized protecting himself during battles and would never take a direct hit. Every time he saw these kinds of battles where they were exchanging Ora Ora Muda Muda, it was painful to watch.

However, Eleven continued to observe, even a smile playing on his lips, "Heh, Gray has finally found his match."

As Eleven watched, he suddenly sensed a feeling of satisfaction and excitement in Gray's mental fluctuations. Although it was strange to feel this way while being Ora Ora'd, Eleven could understand Gray's reaction.

Gray has always been very warlike, but he can't beat anyone, or rather, he can't beat any of the monsters he wants to challenge. Gray's strength is rather awkward among his peers in the guild; he's somewhere in the middle, not the best but not the worst, and he doesn't have a single competitor who is evenly matched with him.

However, Natsu's appearance gave Gray a great sense of satisfaction, allowing him to experience for the first time a battle where he wouldn't be instantly killed.

It seems that Natsu's strength is truly on par with his; he's neither a monster nor a weakling. Unlike Cana, he doesn't just go through the motions in fights, but engages in a real, hard-fought battle with Natsu.

To be honest, if it weren't for how annoying those slanted eyes were, Gray would have wanted to put his arms around his neck and become his sworn brother!

Sensing Gray's emotional turmoil, Eleven almost cried for him; it must be tough for the kid to be bullied every day! He then pulled Erza back from stepping in to mediate.

"Erza! Don't interrupt a fight between men!" Eleven reprimanded Erza with a smug look on his face.

Erza was taken aback by Eleven. Huh? So this is what they call a battle between men?

Erza stopped where she was and didn't go any further. She still believed what Eleven said, after all, Eleven had always been a senior who had taught her many strange and wonderful things.

"But it's really..." Erza was still a little worried.

"Hmph, all I know is that Gray is in a good mood right now, so it's best not to bother him." Eleven flashed what he thought was a cool smile, subtly showing off in front of Erza. He thoroughly enjoyed teaching Erza, and every time Erza was earnest and eager to learn, he found a great sense of accomplishment in her.

"Oh, I see. Looks like I'm not mature enough!" Sure enough, after hearing Eleven's words Erza showed an "I understand" expression and skillfully began to self-criticize.

The sun is setting...

Eleven is now regretting not having Erza stop Gray and Natsu earlier. Are these two going to fight forever?

Gray and Natsu probably met around noon, but now the sun has already set more than halfway down the mountain, Eleven has even finished eating and returned. If they keep fighting, it will be dark soon!

These two are incredibly fit; they've kept going until now, both with bruises and swelling, but neither is willing to give up first.

She glanced at Erza, who was still watching the fight intently. At this moment, she not only had no intention of intervening, but was also deeply moved by Natsugra's never-give-up fighting spirit, and began to cheer for the two of them.

Looking around, there were very few people still watching the battle, but Eleven noticed that Laxus had returned at some point and was now sitting in an inconspicuous corner, secretly observing the battle.

"Yo, Laxus!" Eleven plopped down in the chair opposite Laxus and greeted him. "Hehe, you know what? That kid's just like you!"

Eleven would never miss an opportunity to flirt with Laxus; he definitely had to bring up such excellent material as the Dragon Slayer.

Laxus glanced at Eleven, who was making faces at him, and said indifferently, "Hmm, I've heard about him, but he's too weak. Not interested."