The Fourth Day of the Grand Magic Games

Riyao thought for days, but he just couldn't remember where Future Rogue was hiding.

Royal Palace? Dragon Graveyard? Or Sabertooth?

He lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

The patterns on the ceiling were blurred by the moonlight.

The three options swirled in my mind; each seemed plausible, yet none were certain.

The memory is too distant; I can't recall it at all.

Those details have been blurred and indistinct by time, becoming a jumbled mess.

All I remember is the pivotal moment Future Rogue appears in the palace and kills Future Lucy.

Tsk.

It's best to resolve the danger in advance.

But the problem is, if we don't even know where the target is, what's the point of solving it in advance?

Last time on Tenrou Island, Black Dragon made a small change; it's hard to guarantee that a bigger change won't occur this time.

With three timelines intertwined, and myself added as a variable, who knows what will happen? It's even uncertain whether the original plot can still be referenced.

I have a feeling that Riyao has deviated a bit from the original work.

It's not just deviating a little, it's deviating further and further away.

He counted on his fingers the things he had ruined, realizing that even two arms wouldn't be enough.

He thought for a while and felt a headache coming on.

My temples throbbed twice, and my head was buzzing.

I turned over, and the mattress creaked.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

I have a match tomorrow; it's not worth wasting my brain cells.

He turned around, hugged Mirajane, and fell asleep.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in her hair, and his breathing became even.

Mirajane snuggled closer to him in her sleep, muttering something unintelligible.

I slept until the next day.

A giant water sphere floats in the middle of the arena.

The surface of the water sphere shimmered, and the water inside rippled slowly, refracting a pale blue halo in the sunlight.

People in the stands could see the opposite stands through the water balloon, their view slightly distorted by the water flow.

Commentator Chapati passionately spoke into the microphone, his voice booming from the loudspeaker.

"Today is the fourth day of the Grand Magic Games! We are honored to have Pumpkin, the mascot of the Grand Magic Games, with us, as well as our old friend, Mr. Yajima."

Pumpkin Toma waved to the audience, his round body swaying slightly.

"Hello everyone, today I'm serving as both referee and guest, so I'll be announcing today's match theme: Naval Battle! Pumpkin."

The teams began discussing their roster selections.

As expected, Fairy Tail team chose Juvia.

In naval warfare, who else but Juvia could compete?

Juvia clenched his fists, a smirk played on his lips, and his eyes practically radiated fighting spirit.

After discussing it, the Blue Pegasus team chose Jenny.

He tried to volunteer again that night, but Lian and Ivan grabbed him and dragged him back, one on each arm.

On the Lamia Scale side, Sherria bounced around, eager to join the game, the ribbon in her hair bouncing along with her.

Jura nodded, patting the bald head. Anyway, this girl couldn't stay idle.

Minerva, the young lady of Sabertooth, chose this match as her first battle.

She stood up, a calm smile on her lips, and walked gracefully toward the water sphere.

The Quatro Cerberus chose Yeager to enter the fray.

Bacchus slapped him on the back so hard that he stumbled back two steps.

The chubby Risley with the Mermaid Heel won rock-paper-scissors and happily went onto the stage.

She skipped and hopped towards the water balloon, her double chin jiggling with each step.

The Fairy Tail Elite Team is a bit more difficult to deal with.

Laxus wasn't keen on going into the water, worried about the headphones leaking.

He took off his headphones, wiped them, put them back on, and tapped his fingers twice on the earcups.

Gajeel was quite eager; iron scales had already sprouted from his arms, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Let me go. Iron Dragon can still fight in the water."

Riyao's remark, "Aren't you afraid of sinking as soon as you go up?" shut him down.

The fact that the Iron Dragon has sunk to the bottom does seem to be a problem.

Cana let out a burp, the smell of alcohol emanating from her mouth, and Laxus next to her shifted half a step to the side.

The group was worried that she would pollute the water shortly after she went up, turning the entire pool into vomit; the thought of that scene was enough to give them a headache.

Cana herself didn't seem to care, and took out another bottle from her waist and took a swig.

Mirajane pursed her lips, her finger tapping her chin.

His gaze swept over the faces of the remaining people, finally settling on Wendy.

"Fire and water don't really go well together, Wendy, do you want to go?"

"I don't quite understand what Sherria meant by 'enjoying battle' the other day. How about we send Riyao Bro instead?"

Wendy tilted her head, her brows furrowed into a small V-shape.

"It's all girls going on stage, isn't it inappropriate for a guy like him to go up there?"

Mirajane rubbed Wendy's head as she pondered, her fingers gently tracing circles in Wendy's hair.

While she was still thinking, Riyao had already stood on the railing.

With his feet on the edge of the railing, he leaned forward slightly, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

He stretched, raised his arms overhead, bent his waist backward, and then sprang forward.

A standard diving move, the posture is quite standard.

Thump.

Mirajane rubbed her forehead, slid her hand from her forehead to her chin, and sighed.

"I just wasn't watching them for a moment."

Riyao waved in the water.

"Let me play a little bit once in a while, okay?"

"Okay, but don't go too far."

"Okay."

Without a second thought, Riyao agreed to Mirajane's request.

He agreed so quickly that it made one wonder if he had even thought it through.

[Life Mimicry - Azure Dragon]

The dragon transformation wasn't too obvious this time.

His pupils turned into golden vertical pupils, the irises contracting into thin slits that gleamed strangely in the sunlight.

Dragon horns grow from both sides of the forehead, curving upwards, while the dragon tail extends from the tailbone, swaying gently in the water.

Her hair turned dark green and spread out in the water.

What's less noticeable is that the dragon scales didn't appear this time.

Her skin tone remained the same, perfectly controlled.

The commentator Chapati, exclaimed in surprise, leaning forward so much that his wig almost slipped down.

"Oh, it's Riyao this time! His collaboration with Mirajane yesterday was still fresh in everyone's memory. I wonder what kind of performance he'll deliver today?!"

Riyao's main target today is Minerva, the material for the space mage at the hour.

He narrowed his golden vertical pupils, his gaze piercing through the water and locking onto Minerva.

The other six people were scattered around the water sphere.

The interior of the water sphere is much larger than it appears from the outside; the distance between the six people is more than ten meters.

Only Riyao swam leisurely in the water.

The dragon's tail swayed back and forth behind it, and the whole person spun around in the water, flipped over, and flipped back over, having a great time.

Everyone else was observing their opponents; he was the only one actually playing.

Chapati declares the match open!

Riyao had no intention of discharging electricity; he planned to play for a while longer.

After all, it's rare to have such a big water ball; it would be a waste not to use it for swimming.

With a flick of its tail, the Riyao darted across the water, faster than Juvia.