"Ahh, I'm so jealous of Feng Lan. He doesn't have to work..." Natsu lay on the ground, exhausted.
"Come on, stop complaining. Here, a little consolation prize." Lisanna handed Natsu a bottle of juice and helped him up.
"Ahh, thanks. I feel much better now!" Natsu stretched and said, "By the way, the old man said there's some little game tomorrow, right? What is it?"
Lisanna shook her head. "No idea. The Guild Master said it's a secret, but apparently the top three will get some very generous rewards~"
"Ohh, generous rewards? Now I'm fired up!" Natsu clenched his fists.
Bang! An armored fist smashed heavily into Natsu's head. Erza roared, "If you're fired up, get back to work! Stop slacking off!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Natsu clutched his head as he headed toward the construction site. "Everyone's ganging up on me..."
In the carriage heading to the routine meeting venue.
"Feng Lan? Feng Lan?" Makarov patted Feng Lan's shoulder. "Whoa! He's sleeping like the dead!"
Still unwilling to believe it, Makarov shook Feng Lan again. "Hey! You're still alive, right?"
"Mmm... are we there?" Feng Lan opened his eyes. "Ugh... we're not there yet, so why are you... ugh... bothering me?"
Makarov grinned mischievously. "Nothing. Just checking whether you were still alive~"
"Well, thanks so much!" Feng Lan closed his eyes speechlessly. "Don't wake me until we get off!"
Ten minutes later.
"We finally made it." Feng Lan got out of the carriage and stretched. "But isn't this venue a little too huge?"
"Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world." Makarov rolled his neck and walked inside. "Come on. The other guilds are probably already here."
Feng Lan was briefly stunned before following Makarov inside.
"Little Makarov, you're here~" A plump cross-dressing old man greeted