The Giant Octopus

Elfman stood by the campfire, striking several bodybuilding poses.

First, extend both biceps brachii forward, then extend the pectoralis major laterally, and finally extend both latissimus dorsi muscles backward.

The firelight danced on his bulging muscles, outlining distinct lines.

With each change of posture, he would utter a deep "Manly!" which drew applause and cheers from the tourists around him.

Natsu stood beside the campfire, took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks like two balloons, and then suddenly exhaled a mouthful of flames.

The Fire Dragon's flames were poured into the campfire, and the flames instantly shot up three or four meters high. The orange-red firelight illuminated half of the beach, and a wave of heat swept over us. The surrounding tourists gasped in surprise, and then burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.

Happy swam through the air like a fish, its wings outstretched and its tail swaying gently behind it, the cat drawing smooth arcs in the air.

He would occasionally do a somersault or make a sharp turn, making "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds as he did so.

Gray somehow got hold of a grass skirt, wrapped it around his waist, and held a gourd-shaped maracas in his hand, swaying his body to the rhythm of the music.

His grass skirt rustled around his waist, and the gourd-shaped maracas swung vigorously in his hands.

Juvia stood beside him, also wearing a grass skirt and holding the same gourd maracas. Her movements were perfectly synchronized with Gray's, and her smile was as bright as if she had won the lottery.

Her gaze never left Gray, and every sway of her body carried the blissful feeling of "Gray and I are wearing matching outfits."

Gajeel stood at the edge of the crowd, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth, trying to sing.

The moment he opened his mouth, Levy swiftly flicked out a word and accurately placed it on his lips.

The text was a big word "quiet", and it flashed twice after it was placed on Gajeel's mouth, as if to emphasize his presence.

Gajeel stared wide-eyed and reached out to tear at the character, but after tearing for a long time, it wouldn't budge and could only make a series of indistinct whimpering sounds.

Bisca and Alzack danced together in perfect harmony on the other side of the campfire.

Their movements weren't complicated; they were just simple swaying and turning. But their steps were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Alzack gently placed his hand on Bisca's waist, while Bisca placed her hand on Alzack's shoulder. When they looked at each other, a faint blush rose on their faces.

Erza had changed into a chieftain's outfit at some point.

Wearing a feathered headdress and an animal skin cloak, and holding a wooden scepter, he exuded a primitive and majestic aura.

She strode around the campfire, making "ah-woo-ah-woo" sounds, as if performing some ancient tribal ritual.

The tourists around her quickly made way for her, afraid of being called out by the chief.

Lucy changed into a set of Celestial Spirit World Realm-themed clothing, the skirt adorned with tiny sequins that shimmered in the firelight, making it look as if she were wearing a small piece of the starry sky.

As she twirled, her skirt billowed, and the sequins refracted colorful sparkles, scattering across the surrounding beach.

Thunder God Tribe were also among the crowd.

Bickslow jumped the most enthusiastically, his massive body bouncing around on the beach, each step sending sand flying everywhere, his smile somewhat grotesque.

Freed and Evergreen danced somewhat awkwardly, their movements were very small, just swaying their bodies slightly, their eyes glancing around from time to time, as if afraid of being noticed.

But the firelight shone on their faces, revealing a barely concealed smile at the corners of their mouths.

Cana sat on the beach, hugging a barrel of liquor, and gulped it down.

Wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto the sand. She casually wiped it away with the back of her hand, then continued drinking.

Two rosy blushes had risen on her face, her eyes were hazy and satisfied, and she leaned against the wine barrel as if she were on the most comfortable sofa in the world.

Jet and Troy jumped closer to Levy, their movements remarkably synchronized, like two penguins performing a courtship dance.

Everyone's dance was different; some looked like seaweed, some like penguins, some like chiefs, and some like bodybuilders.

The atmosphere was lively, and no one cared who danced well or poorly; the glow of the campfire gilded everyone's smiles with a warm golden hue.

At the height of the bonfire party, a loud splash suddenly came from the sea.

A giant octopus crawled ashore.

Its body was as big as a small house, and eight thick tentacles wriggled on the beach, each tentacle covered with suckers that gleamed wetly in the firelight.

It seemed to have been drawn there by the light of the campfire, its enormous eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

The tourists panicked, screams filled the air, and the crowd scattered in all directions like the receding tide.

Happy hovered in mid-air, staring at the giant octopus, his mouth slightly open, a glistening drop of saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips, glistening in the firelight.

His eyes were wide open, the octopus's reflection shimmering in his pupils, and the whole cat exuded an unprecedented longing.

Happy turned his head and shouted at Natsu with all his might, his voice filled with an unwavering determination.

"Natsu! I want to eat takoyaki!"

Natsu stood by the campfire, his eyes burning as he stared intently at the giant octopus, his stomach letting out a loud rumble that even Gray was standing nearby, could hear.

He licked his lips, clapping his fists together in front of his chest, flames shooting out from between his knuckles.

"Wow! Grilled octopus! Extra food!"

Gray clasped his hands together in front of him, and a chilling aura emanated from his palms, condensing into a thin layer of frost on the beach.

A confident smile curved his lips as his gaze swept over the octopus, as if he had already mentally dissected it into countless slices of evenly thick sashimi.

"Octopus sashimi is also good."

Riyao squinted and looked up at the top of the octopus's head, vaguely seeing three familiar figures. He paused for a moment, then shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, Grandpa, Macao, Wakaba, what are you playing up there?"

All eyes turned to the top of the octopus's head.

Makarov, Macao, and Wakaba were standing on the octopus's smooth head, their clothes were wet, and seaweed was still hanging in their hair.

Makarov scratched his head sheepishly, his expression a mix of embarrassment and smugness, and chuckled twice.

"I accidentally drifted out to sea while rafting, and brought back some local specialties along the way."

Macao and Wakaba stood behind Makarov, both shrugging their shoulders, their expressions saying, "We don't know what happened either, but that's how it is."

Natsu had already charged forward, his fists wreathed in flames.

Gray followed closely behind, the ice blade in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Happy swooped down from the sky, and somehow a bamboo skewer longer than himself appeared in his paw.

The poor giant octopus thus became Fairy Tail's meal.

Even more pitiful is Lucy. After a day of playing games, she discovered that she had already spent 100,000 on the rides, and she still wasn't a winner.

"Damn capitalists!"