Croba City Regular Meeting Base
Bob said, "Oh my, I really envy you, Makarov. You've got such a powerful ace in your guild."
"Unlike us... sigh."
Makarov put on airs. "You mean that brat Ye Yang? He's still got a long way to go. Every time he goes out, he causes me a mountain of trouble, and he's getting lazier by the day."
Gordman teased, "If that's the case, how about you give the boy Ye to our guild? This old man never minds trouble."
Bob chimed in, "That's right, that's right!"
Makarov instantly sobered up. "You old geezers have no shame! Trying to poach my people right in front of me!"
Just then, Mirajane's projection came through.
Makarov showed off proudly. "This is our guild's poster girl. What do you think? Isn't she beautiful?!"
Mirajane ignored Makarov completely. "Master, I have bad news and good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Makarov suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Tell me... tell me the bad news first."
"The bad news is that a group from a Dark Guild has Curse Song magic and is coming to wipe you out. Erza sent me a message specifically, telling you to watch out."
"Curse Song? I remember that being Black Zeref's magic. I didn't expect that thing to still exist. I understand. What's the good news, then?"
"The good news is that Erza teamed up with Ye Yang!"
"Pfft—!!!"
"What did you say?!!!"
The moment Mirajane saw Makarov's expression change drastically, she immediately cut off the communication.
Makarov rolled his eyes back, utterly lost over what would become of the rest of his life.
"It's over, it's over. I feel like I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison."
Bob grinned wickedly. "You'd better hold on, Makarov."
Boom—!!
An unidentified object suddenly blasted through the roof and crashed into the meeting hall.
"Holy shit, good thing I Elementalized beforehand. Otherwise, that would've wrecked me. Forget ultra-long-distance teleportation—it's way too hard to control."
Seeing the unidentified object crash down, the guild masters assumed it was an enemy attack and rushed forward.
Makarov suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Brat, what are you doing here?!"
Ye Yang rubbed his head.
"Old man, it's really great that you're okay!"
The moment Bob saw Ye Yang, he immediately stepped forward.
"Oh my, isn't this little Ye Ye? It's only been a few years, and you've grown into such a handsome young man."
As he spoke, Bob reached out to give him a touch.
The moment Ye Yang saw Bob—the guild master he least wanted to face—he feared he might not be able to stop himself from piercing him with a Golden Flash.
In the next instant, a Golden Flash flickered, and he appeared behind Makarov.
"Oh my, he's so shy. I just love it~"
Ye Yang broke out in cold shivers.
If I've done something wrong, then let heaven strike me down instead of torturing me like this.
"Oh, right! Old man, someone's coming to kill you."
Makarov replied, "I already know. Mirajane just contacted me and told me."
"We'll just wait here for him to come."
Ye Yang's eyes lit up.
"Old man, are you planning to make a move?"
"I've already thought of tomorrow's headline for you: One of the Ten Wizard Saints Tears Zeref's Demon Apart with His Bare Hands."
"Then I'll work it a little for you. It's guaranteed to sell like crazy!"
(▼皿▼#) "Brat, is your brain full of shit?!"
"I'm this old, and you still expect me to do this kind of thing? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"
"Conscience? No. Without it, I'll only make even more money."
"Ahhh! This is outrageous! Outrageous!"
Seeing Makarov fly into a rage, Ye Yang decisively turned to the food on the dining table.
Late at night
Under the bright moonlight, Ye Yang sat alone on the rooftop, drinking in the gentle breeze.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, and Jellal floated above the base.
Looking at the brightly lit revelry below, Jellal smiled. "Enjoy your final moments."
A voice suddenly rang out.
"Say, what are you standing up here grinning like an idiot for? Don't tell me you're actually stupid."
Following the voice, Jellal looked over and finally noticed someone on the rooftop. When he took a closer look, his expression changed drastically.
"You... you... you..."
"You, you, you—what about me? Did that kick make you stutter or something?"
"I'm not even trying to insult you, but you're seriously slow. I've been here long enough to eat, take a bath, and go to the bathroom several times."
"And you call yourself an assassin? A Death God? How the hell do you have the nerve? I'm embarrassed for you!"
"You even strut around shirtless every day. You're skinny as fuck—ptui! You're nothing!"
Veins bulged on Jellal's forehead from Ye Yang's insults, and his entire face flushed red.
"You damned brat! I'll kill you!!"
Wind Demon Palm!!
A powerful tornado burst from Jellal's hand.
Ye Yang drank a cup of wine and slowly raised one finger. A Golden Flash flickered, instantly shattering the tornado into nothingness. Then another Golden Flash followed close behind.
Jellal hurriedly gathered a storm around himself. The Golden Flash exploded the moment it struck his stormy armor.
The violent explosion shattered Jellal's Tempester, and the blast wave sent him flying.
He fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, while the Curse Song hanging from his belt dropped in front of him.
Jellal endured the pain and tried to pick up Curse Song and play it.
"Just wait. Once I play Curse Song, every last one of you will die!"
At that moment, a short figure slowly picked up the Flute lying on the ground.
"Yo! Young man, did you drop this Flute?"
Jellal looked up and found a little old man standing there. Clearly, he had not recognized who the man was.
"That's right, old man. It's mine. Give it to me, now."
"Young man, take this old man's advice. There is an extremely evil force inside this thing. You can't handle it."
Jellal stared at the old man he had never met before, listening to him lecture him.
"You old bastard! Give it to me now! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"
Seeing that his warning was useless, Makarov simply stopped trying to persuade him.
"Sigh~"
Seeing that the old man remained unmoved, Jellal got to his feet and prepared to snatch it away. Ye Yang appeared directly in front of him.
"What are you trying to do to my old man? Don't you know to respect the elderly and care for the young?"
"Don't think that just because you have white hair, you can act like an old man and throw your age around."
The moment Makarov heard Ye Yang's words, he punched him.
"Brat, watch your mouth! When have I ever thrown my age around?!"
"Dead old man, was I talking about you?"
Then Ye Yang and Makarov completely ignored Jellal and started arguing.
Jellal pointed at Ye Yang and Makarov. He was so furious that he could not force out a single word. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
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