Laxus and Mystogan were instantly stunned.
Laxus, who sowhat understood Ankh's aning, imdiately frowned.
"You want to attack that world?"
"Of course." Ankh nodded, a confident smile curling his lips. "Self-defense counterattacks are my least favorite response. When there's already an enemy right there, why can't I take the initiative to subdue them?"
"But... only the hyperspace Super Magic Anima can open the rift between the two worlds. The initiative still lies with my father, and with the situation unclear, I'm afraid..."
Mystogan hesitated.
He didn't want to involve his guild companions because of his father and holand.
Moreover, after years of rushing to repair Anima's damage, he still hadn't found a way to actively enter Edolas from Earthland and return safely.
"More people an greater strength. Three people worrying here will never solve anything. The guild should have records of spatial Forbidden Magic." Ankh patted Mystogan's shoulder, his gaze sharp.
"Before the next Anima arrives, we'll organize a strike team to travel through the rift to your holand and put an end to everything!"
Laxus couldn't help but laugh, saying with great interest, "That's really your style. During the Phantom Lord war, you did exactly this."
Ankh curled his lip. "Last ti against Phantom Lord, I at least needed to wait for a reason and the right mont to attack. This ti, that won't be necessary."
Mystogan remained silent for a long ti, looking at the two confident figures before him, and finally made up his mind.
"Alright then, I'll closely monitor Anima's movents. Just... shouldn't we inform the Guild Master about this operation?"
Ankh nodded. "Of course, and that person should be returning soon too..."
Mystogan raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Who?"
Laxus quickly understood, imdiately wearing a wicked grin.
"A very troubleso old man."
Mystogan paused for a mont, then also understood. "Gildarts?"
If Gildarts could return to the guild before the next Anima attack, venturing into Edolas would indeed beco a much safer endeavor.
Laxus confidently slung his arms around their shoulders, his ambition blazing as he declared, "Only then will the true 'Strongest Team' be fully assembled."
With all of Fairy Tail's S-Class Mages gathered, taking this lineup to Edolas...
No joke—that magic-backward world would probably be torn apart like scrap by these few individuals.
After their private discussion, Mystogan vanished from sight once more.
By the ti Laxus and Ankh returned to the main hall, Natsu and Happy had already endured several rounds of scolding from Makarov.
Now refreshed after disciplining the youngsters, Makarov hopped onto the counter, gulping down ale with gusto as he cheerfully announced to everyone.
"The lively cherry blossom viewing party has ended! I know you all haven't had enough fun, but joyful tis are always fleeting—we can't linger forever in beautiful scenes... So, no ti to reminisce about the cherry blossom party!"
Makarov slamd his mug onto the counter with a loud thud, roaring with laughter.
"The next event is—Fairy Tail's 24-Hour Endurance Marathon!!"
"Woo-hoo!!"
The entire guild erupted in excitent again, howling like a pack of energized gorillas.
"24-Hour Endurance Marathon?" Lucy muttered to herself in confusion. "What kind of event is this now?"
Gray stretched his limbs, grinning with competitive spirit
"It's another guild tradition! An annual test of stamina and speed!"
Natsu, freshly scolded but already raring to go, pumped his fists. "I'm definitely taking first place this ti!"
Erza smiled confidently, adding, "I specially prepared combat attire for this competition."
Wendy wore a sweet smile, though her expression hinted at helplessness.
"Everyone in the guild seems so motivated..."
Carla looked thoroughly displeased, complaining, "Compared to the cherry blossom party, this event is pure torture for a lady."
Happy imdiately seized the opportunity to flatter her. "But Carla can fly! That's what i've always done in previous years."
"If that's possible, then it's fine..."
Lucy watched the burning fighting spirit surrounding everyone and facepald with a sigh.
"It feels like the guild has events nonstop throughout the year. And this one looks especially exhausting..."
"You don't need to get so worked up—because the champion will still be in the end."
Just as the Strongest Team mbers were psyching themselves up, a particularly grating voice cut through the air.
Team Shadow Gear approached them.
The braggart was none other than Jet, the champion of past years.
Jet puffed out his chest, smirking. "Since you can't win anyway, you might as well just watch my back during the race."
Wendy exclaid in surprise, "Jet-san is making a victory declaration!"
Lucy nodded in equal astonishnt. "That weak Jet?"
Carla: "...Who?"
Jet imdiately collapsed to his knees in despair, mumbling dejectedly, "So... that's how weak you think I am?"
Wendy shyly poked her fingers together while Carla turned her head away.
Lucy, however, answered quite frankly, "That's right."
Jet's good buddy Droy imdiately launched into an explanation of his achievents.
"Jet's 'God Speed' magic is super-fast and perfect for racing! He's won the championship every year! Though he can't beat Lucy in a fight and needs Levy's protection on missions, he's first-rate when it cos to running away..."
Carla calmly sipped her black tea while offering this summary.
Indeed, this was the team's newly appointed critic and sharp-tongued mber—Carla.
Using the most elegant tone to deliver the most hurtful truths.
Jet's expression collapsed again. "That part was completely unnecessary!"
While Jet and Droy were busy arguing with the kitten Carla, and Wendy and Happy were trying to diate with wry smiles, Levy sat down beside Lucy.
Lucy smiled at her best friend. "Looks like Jet is really looking forward to this competition."
"Well, he hopes to use this competition every year to improve his reputation," Levy explained with a chuckle, then turned her gaze to Ankh.
"But it'll probably be difficult this year. Both Ankh and Laxus, who are usually the busiest, are staying at the guild without missions. Jet will have a hard ti winning the championship."
Lucy nodded in agreent.
If Ankh used his Gravity magic to suppress everyone, and Laxus transford into lightning to dash forward, who in the guild could possibly compete?
Ankh, however, seed sowhat dismissive. "It's just a running competition, no need to take it so seriously. Right, Laxus?"
Ankh looked back at Laxus, only to find the guy sitting imposingly on his chair, surrounded by the solemn Thunder God Tribe forming a circle around him.
Laxus had his fists pressed against his cheeks, wearing a smug, restrained smile.
He looked like soone absolutely determined to win!
Ankh: ...
'Seriously, dude? You're for real?'
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