Strongest vs. Strongest, Grand Melee!!!

Crash!

Staring at the large character plastered against the door, the Great Guild Master, who had been drinking tea, asked in confusion, "Didn't you go look for that guy? How did you end up like this?"

Though he was extremely reluctant to reveal that matter, the handsome uncle knew that, for safety's sake, he had to rely on the Great Guild Master's wisdom. After thinking for a moment, he recounted everything that had just happened in detail.

Bang!

Bang!

After treating the handsome uncle to five takoyaki in a row (ahem... the "five" here borrowed the classical meanings of three, six, and nine), the Great Guild Master stomped his feet and roared, "Idiot! Are you trying to expose all of us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Makarov darted behind the door at the fastest speed of his life, poked a hole through the paper window, and peered outside with wide eyes.

"Phew~"

After letting out a breath, Makarov returned to the handsome uncle's side.

"We can't stay here any longer. Leave immediately!"

"But..."

Feeling the Great Guild Master's death glare, the handsome uncle instinctively wanted to shut up. But after his neurons made a full circuit, he still spoke.

"Guild Master, while retreating now can effectively avoid the risk of exposure, Laxus won't be able to contact us. It'll also increase his risk of being exposed. When that happens..."

Bang!

Bang!

Once again treating the handsome uncle to five takoyaki (eh... these five were the same as above), Makarov said with exasperation, "You fool! Do you want everyone exposed?"

Only then did the orange-haired handsome uncle realize what mistake he had made, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"I'm going to change clothes. Hurry up and get the signal ready!"

"Mmph! (Gildarts, covering his mouth and nodding furiously)"