As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head, his body trembling even harder. Suddenly, he jerked his head up:
"I can't accept this... Why do all the promising talents end up in Fairy Tail?! Was stealing the kingdom's number one spot from us not enough? How far do you have to expand before you're satisfied?!"
Makarov let out a deep sigh:
"Number one in the kingdom? Expansion? We've never cared about any of that."
"To us, the most important thing about a guild has never been its titles, but the bonds between people."
At that, Makarov's expression slowly darkened. His right fist clenched, trembling uncontrollably.
"And you crossed a line that Fairy Tail will never allow anyone to cross."
Jose trembled and stumbled, seemingly still wanting to say something. A massive fist suddenly loomed in his vision and sent him flying with a vicious blow, nearly knocking his eyes out of their sockets.
His body flew backward and bounced across the ground several times before finally lying motionless in the mud, unable to rise again.
"The battle is over. Stay away from Fairy Tail. Otherwise, we'll wipe you out for good!"
Makarov slowly turned and walked toward the cheering children.
"With things having gone this far, the Magic Council won't stand by and do nothing. You'd better start worrying about yourself now. That goes for both of us."
Magnolia, the Fairy Tail guild.
Everyone stood with their mouths hanging open, their eyes wide as they stared at the scene before them in disbelief. Some couldn't help wondering if they were hallucinating and rubbed their eyes hard before looking again, but nothing changed.
The guild, which had only been somewhat battered after being pierced by iron pillars, had been reduced to a complete ruin.
"W-what happened?!"
Blanc lowered his head