Fairy Daily Life

Fiore Kingdom, Magnolia Town.

This was a town famous throughout the world for its magic, and its most famous feature was the wizard guild located at its center—a source of both glory and trouble: "Fairy Tail."

At that moment, the guild hall was putting on its usual "peaceful" scene.

"Damn it, Natsu! Did you steal the grilled meat I was saving for tonight again?!" A black-haired young man wearing nothing but shorts, his upper body bare, glared furiously at a pink-haired boy. He was the Ice Make wizard, Gray Fullbuster.

"Huh? How was I supposed to know it was yours?" Natsu Dragneel, the pink-haired boy known as the "Fire Dragon," carelessly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. "It's your fault for not writing your name on it! Besides, anything left on the table belongs to whoever sees it first!"

"You bastard... asking for a beating?"

"Just what I wanted, underwear brat!"

Unable to agree on a single word, the two instantly began brawling.

"Fire Dragon's Roar!" Natsu took a deep breath and blasted out a scorching stream of dragon fire, charring half the wall behind Gray black.

"Ice Make: Shield!" Gray clapped his hands together, and a massive ice shield rose from the ground, barely blocking the flames as melting ice water splashed everywhere. Then his hands shifted again. "Ice Make: Lancer!" Dozens of ice lances whistled toward Natsu.

The entire guild hall instantly turned into a battlefield where ice and fire intertwined. Tables and chairs flew through the air, while cups and plates shattered.

By the bar, the curvaceous Cana Alberona hugged a huge wine barrel, drinking deeply as she enthusiastically cheered them on. "Go, Natsu! Show him what you can do! Gray, don't lose to that idiot!" After saying that, she let out a loud burp, satisfaction flushing her cheeks red.

At a nearby table, the blonde Lucy Heartfilia clutched her head in both hands and wailed in despair, "My rent... This month's rent is going down the drain again! You destructive maniacs!"

Only Mirajane Strauss, behind the bar, still wore her angelic, sweet smile as she elegantly wiped the glass in her hand, as though everything around her was merely lively background music. She had no intention of stepping in. "My, my, everyone's as energetic as ever today."

"If you're a man, you settle problems with your fists!" The burly Elfman Strauss shouted his usual catchphrase as he tried to join the battle. Before he could finish, however, a chair flying from who knew where struck him squarely in the face. After crying out, he roared and charged in as well.

Laughter, scuffling, curses, and the explosions of every kind of magic blended into a symphony that belonged to Fairy Tail alone. There were no rigid hierarchies here, no hypocritical pleasantries—only a group of companions who regarded one another as family, maintaining their irreplaceable bond in the most direct and passionate way they knew.

Just as Natsu's "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist" and Gray's "Ice Make: War Hammer" were about to meet intimately once again and trigger another huge explosion—

"Whoosh—Whee—"

An unusual, piercing whistle approached from afar, as though something was tearing through the air at high speed and plummeting from the sky.

The sound was so abrupt that it instantly drowned out all the noise.

Everyone in the guild seemed to have been frozen in place, stopping what they were doing in unison. Natsu and Gray remained poised to strike, Cana's wine barrel halted at her lips, and Lucy's complaint caught in her throat.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the battered ceiling—burned countless times by Natsu, yet still stubbornly standing.