Makarov pondered for a moment, then said, "Gildarts... settle down, kid. Stop thinking about wandering off! We have to win this Magic Games!"
Gildarts sighed helplessly. "Master... this Magic Games isn't something one strong person can win alone! Though the guild masters will compete, your matches won't count toward the tournament results! If we want to take first place, we need the younger generation!"
As Gildarts spoke, he looked over the spacious guild hall. There were plenty of young people, but the only ones capable of standing on their own were the teenage Laxus Dreyar and the Thunder God Tribe that followed him!
But just four people might not be enough to defeat the younger generations of every other guild!
Makarov was helpless about that as well!
Makarov put his hands on his hips, deep in thought. "Sigh... looks like we really need to bring fresh blood into the guild!"
Makarov was considering how to find the next generation when someone came knocking at their door!
A guild member ran in and said, "Master... a young man wants to join our guild, but Laxus Dreyar wanted to test the newcomer's strength, so the two of them started fighting!"
Makarov shook his head faintly. "Sigh... then keep an eye on them. Don't let Laxus hurt him!"
The man wore an awkward expression. "Master... we all know that, but this time is different. Laxus Dreyar is being beaten down, and he's getting taught a miserable lesson!"
"Pfft..." Makarov spat out the water he had just drunk. He stared at the guild member in disbelief and said, "What... Laxus is being beaten down? How is that possible!"
Makarov had always been proud of and confident in his grandson! Though his grandson was somewhat rebellious, a grandfather still loved his grandson dearly! Thus, Makarov