Aibo hadn't planned to reveal himself so soon, but he simply couldn't hold back.
It was bad enough that every one of these so-called "friends" had ulterior motives. Ultear had told Aibo about that, so he'd been prepared. But why was there a guy here with a secret crush on Erza, too?!
L-l-l-like her, my ass! You're not allowed to like her!
Petty as he was, Aibo was starting to regret giving Erza the Mind-Reading Glasses. What the hell was wrong with everyone in this Tower of Heaven? They spent every day pining after his Erza.
So Aibo made a flashy entrance, unwilling to waste words arguing with a bunch of guys whose combat power didn't even reach ten thousand.
"You, the dark-skinned Blondie! Yeah, you! Who gave you permission to call her Big Sis Erza? You're never calling her that again!"
"Or I'll beat the crap outta you!"
"Blockhead! What's with the act? Who do you think you are, some mob boss? Looking old before your time is one thing, but you're a grown man still playing out your teenage fantasies?!"
"And that Catgirl! If you're going to be a catgirl, do it properly! Why would a catgirl use a whip as a weapon? Are you waving a cat teaser around to entertain yourself?"
"And you, big guy! You think you can—forget it. With a face like that, you've got no chance anyway. I'm not wasting my breath. You don't even deserve to hear it!"
"A few worthless losers like you, a bunch of gullible small fry being led around by the nose, actually dared to come out here and make fools of yourselves. Looks like Jellal really doesn't have a single useful person under him. How disappointing. I'll probably forget you all soon enough."
After his extravagant entrance,