Mavis Was Exhausted

Chapati turned his gaze toward Natsu, his mouth agape.

"Oh my god! What happened?! Natsu and Bacchus are actually at a disadvantage! Ichijo is dominating them both!"

Natsu covered his nose, rolled around on the ground, and kicked his legs wildly.

He rolled around on the ground, from one end of the street to the other, and then back again, his face covered in tears and snot.

"It stinks so bad..."

Her voice was trembling with tears.

Fire Dragon was knocked out by a bottle of perfume; who can complain about that?

Bacchus leaned against the wall, vomiting incessantly.

He braced himself against the wall with one hand and his knee with the other, his shoulders shrugging.

"This smell even cured my hangover... yue..."

He vomited before he could finish speaking.

After vomiting, he looked up as if to curse, but after taking a sniff of the air, he lowered his head again and continued vomiting.

This cycle repeated three times, leaving me completely exhausted.

He spent the whole night shaking two bottles around, posing them in various ways.

A bottle in the left hand, a bottle in the right hand, arms raised above the head, one leg bent backward, the whole body twisted into an S shape.

"Man~ This is my cherished scent that I've kept for many years~"

He spun around, and the perfume mist sprayed from the bottle, spreading through the air and enveloping the entire street.

Mavis was dumbfounded, completely stunned.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with shock.

She froze there; a gust of wind blew, causing her skirt to sway slightly, but her body remained completely still.

She had planned everything perfectly, but she never expected this night to be so abstract.

What happened to the saying that Blue Pegasus are Gentlemen?

What kind of Gentleman uses body odor as a weapon?!

She stomped her foot in anger, plopped down on the railing, crossed her arms over her chest, and puffed out her cheeks.

It feels like a pro player is struggling in a bronze-level match.

Makarov stood by, at a loss for what to do.

He paced around Mavis, anxiously running in circles.

"Who's going to comfort the original?!"

The Fairy Tail members scratched their heads, all looking helpless.

Mirajane stepped forward and tentatively reached out to pat it, only to find nothing.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand and cleared her throat.

"Don't be upset, First Generation. This is just an isolated case. Look at everyone else, they all seem quite normal..."

On Riyao's side, he and Jura each threw a punch at each other.

Stone against stone.

"I never imagined Uncle Jura was so strong."

"Same to you, Riyao, your growth is even more terrifying."

The two withdrew their hands and continued playing rock-paper-scissors.

The pace was rapid, the gestures were dazzling, and everyone's expression was more serious than the last.

Mavis looked at Mirajane with teary eyes.

Tears welled up in my eyes, swirled around in them twice, but didn't fall.

She pursed her lips, which were trembling, and her eyes were filled with the question, "Where is the normality of the other people you mentioned earlier?"

She wanted a reasonable explanation.

Mirajane coughed, whistled, and retreated into the crowd, shoving Lisanna aside.

He placed his palm on Lisanna's back and pushed her forward forcefully.

Lisanna stumbled forward a couple of steps after being pushed, then turned to look at her older sister in disbelief.

She sighed and put on a fawning expression.

A slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he rubbed his hands together.

"First Generation, do you think your brother-in-law is trying to lower the opponent's guard? Don't you think so?"

She paused, then secretly glanced at the Riyao on the screen.

Everyone else seems fine.

The battle on Erza's side is quite intense.

The three attacked each other, none of them taking sides.

Swords flashed and shadows danced across the fountain square, leaving the surrounding buildings, flowers, and fountains in ruins.

Kagura draws her Grudge Sword, fearless before the heavens.

The moment the blade was drawn, a chilling aura of resentment emanated from it.

She swung her sword, the blade slicing through the air, leaving several cuts on Erza and Minerva's bodies.

The wound reopened almost simultaneously, and beads of blood seeped from the skin.

Chapati shouted and jumped up from his chair.

"Kagura has finally drawn her sword! With a single strike, she forced the other two back. How will Erza and Minerva respond?"

Erza changed into the Pure Heart Clothing and wielded the Edgeless.

She swung her sword, cleaving Kagura's vengeful Grudge Sword; the back of her sword struck the blade, producing a dull metallic clang.

Minerva also used ancient magic, chanting ancient texts.

Ancient syllables escaped her lips, each word carrying a heavy echo, and the air began to vibrate.

A magic circle unfolded beneath her feet and slowly rotated.

Both of them were blasted away.

Erza and Kagura were simultaneously thrown back by an invisible force, tumbling twice in the air before landing on the ground, their feet leaving two black marks on the ground.

Chapati strained his ears to hear clearly, pressing his earpiece against the light screen.

"What is Minerva saying, Mr. Yajima?"

"It's an ancient language, but I can't hear it clearly or tell which one."

Yajima scratched his head, ran his fingers along his bald head a couple of times, and dandruff drifted down.

Gajeel's side was also quite exciting.

Rogue has matured quite a bit after being so frightened last night.

He is currently being possessed by the Future Rogue, who is lurking in the shadows, and his magic power has increased dramatically.

Rogue's shadow grew deeper and deeper, its form becoming more solidified.

The shadow's surface undulates constantly, its edges shifting and changing shape.

Gajeel was forced to retreat repeatedly.

The soles of the shoes scraped against the ground with a harsh sound, leaving a deep footprint with each step.

After a series of attacks from Rogue, Gajeel's clothes were torn and his body was covered in wounds.

The clothes were torn into strips by the shadow and hung on the body.

My arms, chest, and thighs were covered in wounds, and blood seeped from them, trickling down my skin.

Cracks appeared in the iron rods that Gajeel's hands had transformed into.

The surface of the iron rod was covered with fine cracks that spread from the middle to both ends, and new cracks would burst out with each block.

He frowned, puzzled.

What triggered this? Why did it become so powerful overnight? This magic is strange.

Before Gajeel could think further, shadows wrapped around his body.

The shadow leaped up from the ground, wrapping around his ankles, his elbows, and his waist, tightening its grip until his joints cracked.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable.

This also took Mavis by surprise.

Mavis felt so tired.

She looked down at the various scenes on the screen: Natsu was rolling on the ground, overwhelmed by perfume; Riyao and Jura were playing rock-paper-scissors; Gajeel was being suppressed by Rogue, whose strength had surged.

She looked up, her eyes vacant.

How come the world has become so unfamiliar in just a few decades?

I want to go back to Tenrou Island, sob sob sob.

She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

This only made things more chaotic for the Fairy Tail members.

A group of people surrounded Mavis, completely unsure of what to do.

Makarov was so panicked he almost lost his mind.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

Someone please help me!