Elsewhere
San Mao ran into Tuttomaru.
Tuttomaru looked at the person before him with a disappointed expression.
"I thought I'd meet some kind of worthy opponent. Turns out you're just a guy with such ordinary Magic Power. Fairy Tail really accepts every kind of trash."
San Mao looked at him speechlessly. "Who the hell are you, you stuck-up bastard? You started running your mouth the second you opened it. This Lord San Mao has never lost an argument."
"Your hair's white on one side and black on the other. So edgy. You look like some wannabe punk."
"Ooh, someone wearing fishnet gloves sure talks big."
"You've even got a sword tucked at your waist. What, trying to scare me?"
"You think Grandpa San Mao was raised to be scared by you? I'm not even afraid of my boss's forty-meter greatsword. Why would I fear your little three-foot blade?"
"Ptooey! You're nothing."
Tuttomaru's face turned red from San Mao's verbal barrage.
"Y-You... You... Aaaah!! You've pissed me off, you bastard! Die!"
"Crimson Flame!"
With a wave of Tuttomaru's hand, a red magic circle appeared before him, and a scorching flame shot toward San Mao.
San Mao gave a disdainful smile.
"Soru!"
San Mao vanished from where he stood and appeared behind Tuttomaru. Just as he was about to end the fight with Finger Pistol—
Tuttomaru drew his sword and slashed at San Mao.
San Mao hastily used Paper Clone and dodged Tuttomaru's blade.
"You really made me underestimate you. I thought you were just a mage. I didn't expect your Physical Arts to be this strong too."
"I should be the one saying that. I didn't expect you to know such advanced Physical Arts. You've truly opened my eyes."
"Still, no matter how strong your Physical Arts are, they can't compare