The intense anticipation hanging in the air was almost palpable, a silent tension that seed to grip every mber of the Fairy Tail guild.
The intense anticipation hanging in the air was almost palpable, a silent tension that seed to grip every mber of the Fairy Tail guild.
A massive curtain completely obscured the stage at the front of the hall, effectively concealing whatever lay hidden behind it from view, fueling the growing suspense.
Below the stage, nearly every mber of the Fairy Tail guild had assembled, their eyes fixated on the curtain, patiently awaiting its unveiling.
A low hum of excited whispers and nervous speculation filled the air, a palpable testant to the collective anticipation.
"There are so many people here!" Nancy exclaid, her eyes darting around the room, visibly overwheld by the sheer number of individuals gathered within the Fairy Tail guildhall. She had never before witnessed such a large gathering within the guild’s confines.
Lucy, too, was visibly impressed by the extraordinary turnout, her gaze sweeping across the room in a mixture of awe and astonishnt.
She then turned her attention to Nancy, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "Nancy, aren’t you with Finn?"
Nancy shook her head, her expression betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Finn, Erza, and the others all have prior engagents today, but they wouldn’t disclose the nature of their commitnts."
"I see..." Lucy replied, nodding slowly in acknowledgent.
"What’s all the commotion about?" Panther Lily inquired, his voice laced with a hint of confusion as he observed the bustling crowd surrounding him.
"Who knows?" Gajeel responded, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixated intently upon the massive curtain that concealed the stage from view.
"I heard the Master’s about to make a significant announcent," Wendy whispered softly, her voice filled with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with excitent as she held onto Carla protectively.
"I couldn’t care less," Carla stated nonchalantly, her voice devoid of any interest whatsoever.
Natsu, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained excitent, could barely contain his anticipation.
"Natsu, please try to maintain your composure," Happy cautioned softly, his voice laced with concern.
Gray and Elfman stood side-by-side, their faces etched with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
Cana’s gaze drifted towards the back of the curtain, a barely audible sigh escaping her lips, her expression tinged with a hint of sadness and dejection.
As the guild mbers eagerly awaited the unveiling, the massive curtain began to rise slowly, mirroring the rising excitent in the room. Finally, the curtain reached its apex, revealing several figures standing on the stage.
Makarov, dressed in his formal Guild Master attire, stood at the forefront, his arms folded across his chest, his expression serious and solemn.
Finn, Erza, and Mirajane stood to one side, while Laxus and Gildarts stood on the other. Without exception, every individual on stage maintained a grave and serious deanor.
The mont the figures on stage beca fully visible, the hushed whispers that had previously filled the guildhall were instantly replaced by a thunderous roar of cheers and exclamations.
"Master! We’ve been eagerly awaiting your announcent!"
"Please, reveal the news without further delay!"
"Who are the participants this year?"
The guild mbers’ excitent and enthusiastic shouts were so intense that they threatened to completely overwhelm the guildhall.
"Ahem," Makarov cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the excited clamor, restoring a semblance of order to the proceedings. He then surveyed the assembled crowd, his gaze sweeping across their faces before addressing them through the microphone.
"In accordance with the long-standing traditions of the Fairy Tail guild," Makarov announced, his voice resonating throughout the guildhall, "I am now about to reveal the list of participants for this year’s S-Class Mage Promotion Trials!"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by a thunderous eruption of cheers and applause.
"The S-Class Mage Promotion Trials!!" Lucy exclaid, her voice filled with a mixture of astonishnt and excitent. She hadn’t expected such a montous event to take place at the end of the year.
"I’m fired up!" Natsu declared, his fists colliding with a resounding thud, his face radiating confidence.
"Everyone, please quiet down. The Master hasn’t finished speaking yet," Finn interjected calmly, his voice restoring order to the excited crowd.
As the guild mbers quieted down, Makarov resud his announcent.
"This year’s trials will be held on Tenrou Island, the sacred grounds of our guild!"
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"What will the trials entail?" Lucy whispered to Warren, who was standing next to her.
"The content varies each year," Warren explained, "but the difficulty remains consistently, terrifyingly high."
"Makes sense," Alzack said excitedly, "after all, those who pass beco S-Class mages."
Lucy nodded slightly and then turned her attention back towards the stage.
Makarov clenched his fist, his voice resonating with power and authority. "Each of your abilities, your ntal fortitude, and the very essence of your souls—I have observed each of you closely throughout this past year!"
His gaze swept across the assembled crowd, his voice unwavering. "The total number of participants this year is eight!"
Without any further hesitation, Makarov proceeded to announce the nas of the participants.
"Natsu Dragneel!"
"Yes!" Natsu responded, pumping his fist in the air with unrestrained enthusiasm.
"Gray Fullbuster!"
"This is the mont I’ve been eagerly anticipating," Gray said, a broad smile spreading across his face.
"Juvia Lockser!"
Upon hearing her na called, Juvia’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
"Eh? , Juvia?"
"Elfman Strauss!"
"A true man strives to beco S-Class," Elfman declared, his arms crossed confidently across his chest, his gaze resolute and unwavering.
"Cana Alberona!"
Cana remained silent, her head bowed low, her emotions clearly subdued and downcast.
"Freed Justine!"
"I’ve finally drawn closer to you, Laxus," Freed stated, his gaze fixed upon Laxus, who stood upon the stage.
Laxus returned Freed’s gaze with a subtle smile.
"Levy McGarden!"
"I... I actually made it!" Levy exclaid, her face flushed crimson, her expression overwheld with a mixture of disbelief and elation.
"st Gryder!"
Upon hearing st’s na, a collective murmur of sympathy rippled through the crowd, many expressing their regret over his unfortunate performance in the previous year’s trials.
With the announcent of the eight candidates complete, a palpable mixture of excitent and disappointnt filled the guildhall.
"I didn’t make it again this year," Alzack said dejectedly, slumping to the ground in disappointnt.
"There’s always next year, Al. Don’t be too downhearted," Bisca said softly, placing a comforting hand on Alzack’s shoulder.
Jet and Droy, their faces beaming with unrestrained joy, excitedly surrounded Levy, showering her with enthusiastic congratulations upon her selection.
"Natsu and Gray made it this year, too," one guild mber remarked, his voice filled with a mixture of excitent and anticipation.
"I wonder who will ultimately claim the title of S-Class mage this year," another guild mber mused, his voice laced with speculation.
"Freed seems like a strong contender," one guild mber suggested.
"But the others shouldn’t be underestimated," another countered.
"It’s amazing! S-Class mages! I want to beco one soday!" young Roo exclaid, his eyes shining with unrestrained ambition as he gazed upon the selected candidates.
The prestige and honor associated with becoming an S-Class mage had already taken root in the young boy’s heart.
Witnessing this scene, Lucy finally understood the reason behind the guild mbers’ frantic pursuit of job requests in recent days.
"So, everyone was desperately trying to prove themselves in order to be selected," she realized, a thoughtful expression dawning on her face.
"Go, everyone! Do your best!" Wendy cheered loudly, her voice filled with encouragent and support.
Lucy’s gaze shifted towards Cana, who stood amongst the crowd, her expression downcast and dejected, a sudden realization dawning upon her.
"Could this... be the reason why she wants to leave the guild?" Lucy wondered, her mind racing to make sense of Cana’s recent behavior.
After announcing the participants, Makarov continued, "Only one of you will erge as a successful candidate. The trials are scheduled to comnce one week from today. I urge each of you to prepare yourselves accordingly."
Gajeel’s expression was one of disbelief and disappointnt.
"Wh... why wasn’t I chosen?" he exclaid, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and frustration.
His gaze shifted towards Juvia, his fellow forr mber of the Phantom Lord guild.
"Juvia made it, yet I didn’t," he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a hint of resentnt.
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