"Then it's a deal."
"Whether you want to change the guild or anything else, everything will be decided in this tournant."
With a smile on his face, Ron raised his palm toward the two of them.
Looking at the raised palm in front of him, Laxus's brow twitched slightly.
This kind of high-five oath, like children playing house, felt a bit childish to him.
Ultimately, he thought of this plan, which was better than his original one and more suited to his status and personality.
Clap!
Laxus still raised his hand, gave a cold snort, and then slapped Ron's right hand heavily.
"Ron!"
He stared fixedly at Ron, his smile arrogant and confident, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit.
"I won't show any rcy, so prepare yourself to taste defeat!!"
After saying that, lightning flashed around Laxus, and he turned into a golden bolt, vanishing instantly.
"What a tsundere..."
Ron shook his right hand, looked in the direction the other had left, and shook his head with a chuckle.
"Laxus, you've beco quite interesting."
Then, he turned to look at Mystogan.
The always silent Prince from Another World also reached out and lightly high-fived Ron's left hand.
"I won't show any rcy either."
Mystogan was as concise as ever.
"The feeling is mutual."
Ron nodded, then as if thinking of sothing, he broke into a wicked smile.
"I hope you'll be able to handle it when the ti cos."
"We'll see."
As his voice fell, Mystogan also seed to blend into the air, vanishing silently from the street.
"Phew, finally dealt with that guy."
Ron stretched his body, resting his hands behind his head, muttering to himself.
"Now everything is ready, except for the old man's side."
Speaking of which, a hint of regret appeared on his face.
"Tsk, what a pity Gildarts isn't here; otherwise, this tournant would be truly lively!"
Ron put his hands in his pockets, swaying as he walked and humming an unknown tune, slowly turning back toward the guild... Fairy Tail, Makarov's room.
Ron lay on the soft sofa without any sense of decorum, recounting everything about his eting and conversation with Laxus.
"Old man, that's how the situation stands."
He picked up an apple from the table, tossed it around, and said casually after taking a bite.
"Hosting an tournant will not only strengthen the guild's cohesion but also serve as a warm-up for this year's S-Class Wizard Promotion Exam."
"Besides, isn't the reporter from Sorcerer Weekly coming? This is a perfect chance for advancent and to show off the strength of our number one guild."
"It's killing several birds with one stone!!"
Facing Ron's eloquence, Makarov didn't react at all.
He just propped his forehead with his hand, his face full of headaches and worry.
"Has Laxus really beco like this..." The old man's voice was filled with exhaustion.
For a mont, his eyes were a bit dazed, as if he were rembering that child from back then.
He was so cute when he was little; how did he beco more and more rebellious?
If Ron hadn't discovered it and advised him, Laxus would have even tried to launch an attack on everyone in the guild this ti... Disappointnt and self-reproach were imdiately palpable.
If the tragedy of internal strife had truly happened as in the original plot, it would undoubtedly have been the heaviest blow to Makarov, who viewed the guild mbers as family.
"Hey, hey, old man, don't zone out!"
Ron waved his hand in front of Makarov's eyes, interrupting the other's emo state.
"Do you agree to the condition I just ntioned?"
"Let's get this straight, I've already bragged to Laxus and promised him that I'd get you to agree to that condition."
"You can't make lose face, or how am I supposed to survive in the guild from now on?"
Facing Ron's shaless behavior, Makarov's bit of sadness vanished instantly.
He waved his hand irritably, pushing away that punchable handso face.
"You brat, you actually dared to use such a condition as a bet. You're getting bolder and bolder!"
Makarov snorted and considered other issues.
"Hosting the tournant itself isn't a problem, but..."
"Where will the venue be?"
He glanced at Ron, his eyes holding an unreadable aning.
"You guys usually tear the guild apart just by having a casual fight. If it's an tournant with everyone participating, have you thought about the destructive power?"
Makarov wasn't worried about Laxus making him step down after winning.
What he was worried about—was his own group of vandals!
If they really fought without restraint, he wouldn't even know if selling the guild would be enough to cover the damages.
"So that's what you're worried about. The venue and such are minor issues..."
Ron waved his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and pointed at the brightly lit city outside.
"Let's have it in Magnolia!"
"Since we're playing, let's go big! Let's hold a city-wide competition!!"
Pfft!!
Makarov, who was drinking tea, spat it out imdiately.
"Magnolia?!"
He jumped straight out of his chair and roared while pointing at Ron's nose.
"You brat!! Do you want the guild to go bankrupt right here and now?!"
Letting Natsu, Erza, Laxus, and that whole lot have a free-for-all in Magnolia?
The thought was just too much.
Just thinking about it made Makarov feel like he was having a heart attack.
"Relax, old man."
Ron held down the fuming Makarov and said with a smile.
"Did you forget that I have the Arc of Ti?"
He snapped his fingers, and the crushed cup in his hand returned to its original state.
"As long as it's not a living being, I can restore any damaged object to its original state. Whether it's a blasted street or a smashed house, I can fix it all with one click after the match."
"And..."
Ron paused, blinking his eyes.
"Doesn't Magnolia have the gildarts shift?"
"It would be a waste not to use sothing like that."
Makarov froze in place and thought it over.
Hiss—
It seems... actually feasible?
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair, and patted his chest with a lingering sense of fear.
"Next ti, rember to finish your sentence, or I'll be scared to death by you sooner or later."
Seeing this, Ron muttered softly.
"It's clearly because you're too impatient."
"Hmm?"
Makarov imdiately glared over with an unfriendly expression.
"Brat, what are you muttering about?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
Ron imdiately put on a grinning face.
"I'm just reflecting on myself."
"By the way, old man!"
He quickly changed the subject, his eyes flashing with a mischievous light.
"Shouldn't we discuss the specific setup for the tournant?"
"Just fighting is boring. We need more segnts to be worthy of those energetic guys."
"Oh?"
Makarov's interest was suddenly piqued.
So the old and the young huddled together and began to enthusiastically discuss the details of the upcoming tournant.
The night was deep.
From ti to ti, sinister chuckles and exclamations of admiration for each other's ideas drifted from the room.
"Hehehe..."
"Wonderful, wonderful! Old man, this move of yours is simply brilliant!"
"Not at all, not at all. Your move is still a notch above, Ron..."
"Then... it's settled?"
"It's settled!!!"
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