"But there seems to be a misannotation here—what does this an?"
Natsu kept staring at the request form, clearly eager to get his hands on the easy 500,000J.
Marco glanced over and noticed what appeared to be phonetic annotations in modern script.
He froze for a mont as a sense of foreboding washed over him, and he imdiately tried to stop Natsu.
But Natsu had already opened his mouth and read the annotations aloud.
Though his voice wasn't loud in the bustling guild hall, it carried a strangely penetrating quality.
"Not good!"
Marco instantly sprang into action, moving with lightning speed.
With a sharp whoosh, he kicked Natsu—who was standing close to the request form—sending him flying.
Then, he used "Crystal Wall" to encase the request form.
An energy barrier instantly expanded, isolating the form from the outside world.
"Bang!"
Caught completely off guard, Natsu grunted as if struck by a battering ram.
He flew backward, crashing through the sturdy oak wall of the guild hall and tumbling outside, dazed and disoriented, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"What happened?"
Everyone was stunned.
The noisy guild hall fell silent in an instant, leaving only the crackling sound of firewood burning in the fireplace.
Clearly, no one understood why Marco had suddenly kicked Natsu away.
Countless shocked and confused gazes fixed on Marco.
"Huh?"
Marco himself was montarily taken aback, but his nerves remained tense.
A trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.
After Natsu recited the incantation, nothing had happened.
There was no explosion as he had anticipated.
It seed as if he had misunderstood or overreacted.
A brief, suffocating silence descended, like the calm before a storm.
"Bzzzt!!!"
Then, in the next mont, the anomaly occurred.
An invisible, massive, and eerie wave of magical energy spread out like ripples on water, distorting the air for an instant.
It wasn't blocked by Marco's "Crystal Wall" because the spell had actually been cast by Natsu the mont he recited the incantation.
The request form wasn't the dium for the magic at all.
Marco's eyes widened as an overwhelming dizziness struck him.
His vision swayed violently, and everything went black.
When he opened his eyes again, his perspective had shifted—mainly in height.
He seed to have shrunk by about thirty centiters, now at chest-level height, with a faint, unfamiliar fragrance lingering around his nose.
"Wait! Who the hell is this?!"
After a mont of confusion, Marco finally realized what had happened.
He hadn't shrunk; instead, he was now inside soone else's body!
Slowly lowering his head, Marco saw a deep, snow-white cleavage.
He looked at his hands—small and soft.
He pulled a strand of hair in front of his eyes: it was silver-white, just as he expected.
"How did I end up inside Mira's body?!"
Mirajane (Marco) turned his gaze toward the table where he had been standing monts before.
Sure enough, the tall and handso man stood there with a bewildered expression on his face, his posture distinctly feminine making him feel extrely awkward just looking at himself.
"Mira?"
Mirajane (Marco) approached his own handso face and asked.
He didn't need to think to know who was currently inhabiting this body.
"Ma...Marco?!"
As expected, the other Marco (Mirajane) responded, his voice trembling with disbelief.
His gaze toward his current self was filled with shock and confusion.
"What's going on?!"
While "Marco" and "Mirajane" stood facing each other in stunned silence, the entire Fairy Tail guild erupted like a lake struck by a massive boulder.
Waves of exclamations rose and fell one after another.
Fear, chaos, and disbelief perated the air, colliding like tangible forces.
It turned out that Marco and Mirajane weren't the only ones who had swapped bodies.
Nearby, "Erza" appeared disoriented, seemingly completely unaccustod to her new body, repeatedly muttering "Aye..." It was clear who now inhabited that body.
The real Erza, anwhile, was experiencing a seismic shock.
Her small cat form stood rigidly on the ground as she looked up at the surrounding "giants," feeling an overwhelming sense of pressure.
'So this was how Happy always saw them?!'
Her usual authority had vanished entirely, replaced by a panicked helplessness.
"Master! What's happening?!"
"Lucy" imdiately turned to "Marco" for help, but it was "Mirajane" standing beside "Marco" who responded.
"Are you Hisui?" Mirajane (Marco) asked with a serious expression.
"Yes, Master." Lucy (Hisui) paused briefly before answering plainly.
"Master, it's , Lucy!"
Hisui (Lucy) beside "Lucy" hurriedly chid in, her voice filled with distress and helplessness.
"Hiss~~~"
Mirajane (Marco) drew a sharp breath.
Almost instinctively, he crossed his arms over his chest, but the mont his arms touched the softness, he flinched as if burned and imdiately released them.
Then, sowhat guiltily, he glanced at the "Marco" beside him.
Sure enough, the "Marco" beside him flushed bright red, the color spreading to the tips of his ears as he hurriedly averted his gaze.
"What a ss..."
Mirajane (Marco) scratched his head irritably, his silver hair becoming slightly disheveled.
He quickly realized the impropriety of the gesture and restrained his movents, subconsciously adjusting his posture in an attempt to regain familiarity, only to find it futile.
Truth be told, the sensation of inhabiting a female body... was actually quite peculiar.
His chest now carried an inexplicable, substantial weight that rose and fell slightly with each breath, tugging at unfamiliar nerves.
anwhile, sothing felt missing below, creating a disconcerting void that left him feeling unsteady and unsettled.
'I wonder how Mirajane is feeling right now—probably no more at ease than I am.'
'After all, her situation is the complete opposite of mine: her chest has lost its fullness, feeling unnervingly flat, while below, there's an unfamiliar, heavy weight that brings awkward friction with every step.'
"This is all Natsu's doing..." Mirajane (Marco) muttered under her breath, and then "Gray" beside her responded.
"No way! I didn't do anything—I just read what was written on it!"
"Gray" loudly protested his innocence; he truly hadn't expected sothing like this to happen.
"And... what's going on? Why did the guild suddenly get so cold? I feel like my body's about to freeze solid!"
As "Gray" spoke, his body began to tremble violently, his teeth chattering.
He opened his mouth, and tiny icicles mixed with cold air continuously spilled out, landing on the wooden floor with faint, crisp sounds.
"Marco! Why did you kick all of a sudden? It was Natsu who read it, not !"
anwhile, "Natsu," who had been kicked outside, returned through the hole.
Rubbing his sore lower back, with grass still stuck in his hair, he complained while tearing off his shirt with a "rip," revealing his well-built upper body.
"This is so weird—why is the guild suddenly so hot?! It feels like there's fire burning in my stomach, it's awful!"
"Natsu" exclaid, frowning and clutching his abdon in clear discomfort.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he began spewing scorching flas, which "whooshed" and instantly set a table on fire.
The flas quickly licked across the wooden surface, startling everyone.
"Stop that! Are you trying to burn down the guild?!"
"Natsu's" actions imdiately spurred everyone into motion.
"Cana" hurriedly raised her hands to douse the flas with water, but she couldn't use her magic—only a faint glimr of magical power flickered at her fingertips before fading.
Inside that body was Juvia, yet it couldn't wield "Water Elent Magic."
"What's happening?!"
Cana (Juvia) was stunned, freezing in place.
For her, using "Water Elent Magic" should have been as simple as moving her own arm—just a thought should have sufficed!
---------
Read 50 chapters ahead and support on patreon.
patreon (.)com/Newbietranslator
User Comments
0 comments from readers