The next day, beside a stone bridge on the outskirts of Silotsu Town.
The three members of the Thunder God Tribe had received Laxus's urgent summons and had already been waiting there for some time.
The young man leading them had long, dark green hair that covered his right eye, with two distinctive strands sticking up like antennae.
He had handsome features, an elegant rapier at his waist, and a bright red coat.
At that moment, he leaned against the bridge railing, gazing blankly at the flowing river, a lingering trace of worry etched between his brows.
Beside him, Evergreen, wearing red-framed glasses, leisurely waved her folding fan as she used her reflection in the river to arrange her exquisite curls, utterly absorbed in admiring herself.
Once she finished, she snapped her fan shut and tapped it against her palm in irritation.
"Honestly, what could be so urgent? I was only halfway through my job when I got called straight over here."
On a bridge pier not far away, a man wearing a visor that concealed the upper half of his face crouched with five eerie wooden puppets slowly circling his head.
"Hee-hee, who cares!" Bickslow flicked his long tongue and let out a strange laugh. "If Laxus calls, we come! Right, babies?"
"Right! Right!" the puppets shrieked in agreement.
"But he almost never calls all three of us together like this." Evergreen adjusted her glasses, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
"And that tone he used when he contacted us... didn't you notice something was wrong?"
Bickslow stopped playing with his puppets, and his mouth slowly spread into a grin.
"Hey, hey... could it be that Laxus is finally going to make his move?"
At the words "make his move," the bridge fell silent.
As Laxus's most