Month: September
Year: X775
Location: Fairy Tail Guild & Dorms, Magnolia
Ages:
Kaito / Erza / Mirajane / Juvia — 10
Elfman — 9
Lysanna — 8
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Fairy Tail did not calm down after welcoming them.
It never calmed down.
Morning came with shouting, the sound of someone being thrown through a wall, and Wakaba complaining that this guild used to have standards. Macao argued back that it never did.
New members settling in became a guild-wide event.
"Dorm rules are simple," Cana announced, already half-drunk. "Male dorms on the left, female dorms on the right. Don't cross at night unless you're confident or stupid."
Mirajane smirked. "What if I'm both?"
"Then you'll fit right in."
Erza glanced between the dorm buildings, arms crossed. "I expect discipline."
Macao laughed so hard he fell off a chair.
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The female dorm was loud within minutes.
Mirajane claimed a bed by kicking a trunk aside. "This one's mine."
Erza placed her belongings neatly, every item aligned. "Your mess will not spread."
"Make me."
Their eyes locked.
Oh no, Juvia thought quietly, clutching her bag.
Lysanna scooted closer to Juvia. "They do that a lot."
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The male dorm wasn't any better.
Gray watched Kaito with open curiosity. "You don't feel like a kid."
Kaito shrugged. "You don't either."
Gray snorted. "Fair."
Elfman flexed in the mirror. "I'll awaken magic soon. I can feel it."
Kaito smiled. "You will."
Great Sage confirmed silently: High potential. Physical focus.
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By afternoon, the guild courtyard had turned into a testing ground.
Someone—no one admitted who—challenged Mirajane.
That turned into three challengers.
Erza stepped in immediately.
"You're facing us."
Murmurs rippled.
"Kids?"
"Those two?"
"Wait—aren't they the new ones?"
The fight lasted under a minute.
Mirajane moved like a storm—Take Over flashing, demon strength cracking the ground. Erza countered with flawless requips, precision strikes, and relentless pressure.
A-class power.
Veterans watched in stunned silence as two grown mages were sent flying into the wall.
Cana whistled. "That's not normal."
Makarov smiled slowly. "No. That's Fairy Tail."
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Juvia stood on the edge, hands clenched.
A B-class mage—but her control was sharp, her water calm and dense. She stopped debris midair, quietly protecting bystanders.
No one mocked her.
They noticed.
Laxus scoffed from above. "…Tch."
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Kaito didn't join the fight.
He watched.
Tracked movement. Damage. Coordination.
Great Sage whispered optimizations. Predator absorbed splintered stone unnoticed, reinforcing muscle and bone.
Top A-class confirmed, Great Sage concluded.
He smiled faintly.
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By evening, the guild was louder than ever.
Repairs were argued over. Food appeared from nowhere. Someone challenged Erza again and was politely declined—by Mirajane, cracking her knuckles.
The guild had accepted them.
Not because they were strong.
But because they were the right kind of strong.
As lanterns lit Magnolia, Fairy Tail laughed—
And its future settled into place, one noisy, broken, perfect day at a time.