Meanwhile, Wakaba, who had been running through the streets searching for suitable prey, stumbled onto the scene without warning.
He froze for a moment, immediately catching sight of Gildarts punching a member away and that member being teleported out.
His instincts told him something was wrong, and cold sweat seeped from his temples.
Wakaba had just been about to raise a hand and laugh it off when Gildarts locked his gaze firmly on him.
The instant he saw Wakaba, a rare look of shock appeared on the older man's face:
"Holy shit! Wakaba!?"
Gildarts's eyes went wide as he cried out in anguish:
"You're actually joining the youngsters in these sneak attacks!? Don't we even have that basic understanding between fellow old-timers anymore!?"
"No, that's not it! I was just..."
Cold sweat poured off Wakaba as he frantically waved his hands, trying to prove his innocence.
But Gildarts, already convinced, gave him no chance. With a whistling rush of air, a sandbag-sized fist grew larger in Wakaba's vision at the speed of light!
Bam-!!!
"Passing throughhhhh-!!"
Together with his scream, Wakaba became a streak of light and went flying into the sky.
Looking at the streets, which had finally become completely quiet again, Gildarts wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead as though he had just survived a disaster and let out a long breath:
"Whew... That scared me to death. Still, everyone in the guild is really going all out for this game Blanc organized, each one more desperate than the last. Even Wakaba has gotten this aggressive."
He shook his head helplessly, picked his cloak back up off the ground, and casually draped it over himself, preparing to leave this troubled spot.
But the instant he turned around, a voice carrying an air of mystery suddenly came from the