Fairy Tail

The Regular Meeting lasted three days. Aside from attending with President Makarov on the first day, Cain spent the other two training alone in his room.

Makarov saw all of Cain's efforts. Though he was gratified, he was also worried. A child should act like a child.

It was no good staying cooped up in his room all the time. He ought to go outside and have some fun.

So Cain, who had been training in his room, was chased out onto the streets. Makarov had wanted to give him some money, but Cain said he already had some.

Seeing that, Makarov did not insist.

Walking down the street, Cain felt there was nothing worth browsing. Then a clanging sound suddenly reached his ears.

With nothing better to do, Cain headed toward the sound and found a blacksmith's shop. Just as he was about to leave, several scenes surfaced in his mind.

They were scenes of Goku training under heavy weights on his way to Namek in Dragon Ball, and Rock Lee practicing while wearing weights in Naruto.

Should he try some weight training too?

Just as he was tempted, he remembered the experts in short videos from his previous life saying that exercising too early could affect a child's height.

Cain did not want to end up short when he grew up, a squat little runt like Ichiya from Blue Pegasus. How was he supposed to build a harem then?

But this was a world of magic. That probably would not happen, right?

In the end, Cain did not enter the blacksmith's shop. It was not because he had given up on weight training, but because he planned to return to the inn and ask Makarov first.

The president surely knew how he should train.

After finishing his discussions with the other guild masters, Makarov returned to the inn. Thinking that he would soon see little Cain again, he could not help but feel cheerful.

He wondered whether the boy had enjoyed himself outside today and whether he had run into anything interesting.

Perhaps because of what Cain had experienced before, Makarov always felt that he was far more mature than other children his age. It gave him quite a headache.

"Yo, little Cain. Did you run into anything interesting today?"

The answer he expected did not come. Cain was doing push-ups in the room, and the wet patches on the floor showed that he had been exercising for quite some time.

The sight surprised Makarov, yet it also felt natural. In their brief three days together, he had already learned just how disciplined this eight-year-old boy was.

After finishing his last push-up, Cain stood and wiped the sweat from his face. "Welcome back, President."

Seeing Cain's cheerful smile, Makarov could not bring himself to scold him. He could only say helplessly, "You really are something."

"Oh, and regarding the Magic Development Bureau, I've already spoken with Bob, Goldmine, and the others. We'll demand that the Magic Council thoroughly investigate the Magic Development Bureau."

"My good friend Yajima will also speak up at the council meeting. With several guild masters and a councilor calling for it, the other councilors should not put up much resistance to a thorough investigation of the Magic Development Bureau."

"Then you'll be able to see your friends."

Cain had been worrying about this matter for the past few days. Although he knew the president would definitely help him handle it, he had still been uneasy without a definite answer.

Now that he heard Makarov say this, Cain jumped up in excitement and could not help rushing forward to hug him. "President, thank you so much."

Cain also understood why Makarov had not simply gone to the Magic Development Bureau and rescued everyone. As the master of a guild, Makarov had many things to consider.

If he had taken Cain straight there and demolished the Magic Development Bureau, setting aside what a battle between two Ten Wizard Saints would look like, there was a high chance the entire bureau would have been leveled. At that point, it was hard to say how many people would survive.

He also had to consider the aftermath. A guild master attacking an institution directly under the Magic Council—what would that be? Rebellion?

There was a very good chance the guild would be disbanded afterward. If they did not want to disband, then they would have to become a Dark Guild. So for Makarov to unite the other guild masters and apply pressure was already no easy feat.

"Hahaha, we're family. No need to say that. All right, go take a bath first. We're heading back to Fairy Tail tomorrow."

"Okay, President. I'll go bathe first."

Makarov watched Cain skip off to take a bath. That was the smile a child should have. Those bastards truly deserved to die.

The next day, after several hours of travel by train, Cain arrived in Magnolia with Makarov.

Compared with Clover Town and the first little town, Magnolia was far more prosperous.

Its streets were broad and clean, its buildings tall and exquisite, and happy smiles filled the faces of passersby.

Cain, seeing such a bustling town in another world for the first time, could barely take it all in. The vendors around them were also extremely warm toward Makarov.

"Yo, President Makarov, is this your grandson who was lost out in the world?"

"President, want a cup of freshly brewed malt beer?"

"President Makarov, while you were gone these past few days, those guys nearly tore the guild apart! Hahahaha!"

At first, Makarov answered them with a smile. But when he heard that those bastards were about to tear down the guild, he could not smile anymore.

He hurriedly grabbed Cain and ran toward the guild. The nearby residents burst into laughter at the sight.

Led by Makarov, they soon arrived before the Fairy Tail guild hall.

Cain looked at Fairy Tail, which resembled a tavern more than a guild at the moment. The clamor inside could not be blocked by the walls and doors and still spilled out into the street.

Cain, who knew Fairy Tail's character well, was not surprised by this. Makarov kicked the doors open. "You bastards! The moment I get back, I hear you're about to tear the guild apart!"

Makarov's roar brought the noisy hall to an abrupt pause. A middle-aged man with a pompadour held a beer in one hand while draping the other over the shoulder of a blue-haired, spiky-haired middle-aged man.

When he saw Makarov, he immediately said happily, "Oh, the president's back! Let's start the party!"

Wakaba's words set off a thunderous cheer throughout the guild. Yet for some reason, two people in the guild began arguing.

They soon started fighting, and it gradually spread from those two people to the entire guild. The change happened so quickly that no one could react in time.

Looking at the chaotic guild, Makarov turned his head stiffly and stammered, "Cain... I-I said this is a... welcome ceremony. D-do you believe me?"

"No."

"It's over."

Makarov seemed to see Cain turning around and leaving. But Cain's next words instantly revived the petrified old man.

"Such a lively guild is wonderful."

"Hahahaha! That's right! Come on, Cain. Let's put your guild mark on first. What color do you want? And where do you want it?"

Makarov slapped the people in his way flying, pulled Cain over to the bar counter, and picked up the guild stamp as he asked.

"Gold, I guess. As for the location, here on my right arm."

A golden Fairy Tail guild mark appeared on Cain's right arm. Looking at it, Cain broke into a happy smile.

Ding. Joined a guild. System activated.

Unfortunately, no such notification appeared in his mind. Cain was gradually coming to accept the fact that he did not have a system.

"Everyone, stop!"

A deep voice rang through the guild, and the fighting members instinctively looked toward the president, whose entire body was as tall as the roof.

Once he saw that everyone had quieted down, Makarov dispelled his giant form and returned to the appearance of a short old man.

He raised the cup in his hand. "Let's welcome our newcomer, then start the party!"

"Yeah!!!!"

Looking at the scene before him, Cain murmured, "This is wonderful."

Then he raised his glass of juice and joined the party.

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