Here's the final trailer before the story launches! How excited are you to get to know the last member of Team MANL? Thank you for being considerate and waiting for all of these characters to be introduced. Onto the story!

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Trailer L

「Café Sightglass」

A very tall and muscular young man was currently sitting near one of the side tables of this bistro. His hair is blonde and slicked back; its numerous spiky strands pointing backward, though some fell into a tuft on his forehead. There is a distinct lightning bolt-shaped scar on his right eye. Much like his father, and grandfather before him, his eyes have dark circles; each possesses a single prominent eyelash jutting outwards. Another distinct feature of this man was a tribal tattoo that extended from his ribs, up to his left shoulder and a large portion of his corresponding back.

Smiling at the barista who had arrived in time to place his order before him, he thanked her. The apron-wearing woman smiled back appreciatingly for the gratitude. Sparing a glance at him, the girl noticed he had larger than average canines and elegant outfit; one befitting a son of a wealthy or well known aristocratic figure. Glancing at his attire, she couldn't help but admire his choice of clothing. The blonde man wore a sleeveless, navy-colored muscle shirt that had verticle stripes running along the material with a turtle neck collar underneath his jacket. Said jacket had fur stitched into the fabric; the hem of the opening and end of his sleeves were the main places she could visibly see. His outfit was completed with dark crimson pants and black shoes that were made to look like dress shoes.

"Find something to your liking?" he calmly stated. He was privy to her wandering stare. While he didn't mind it in the least, she could have been more subtle.

Seeing the barista scurry off to the rear of the coffee shop, the spiky haired man smirked in amusement.

He calmly picked up his still steaming order and placed his lips at the rim of the mug; taking a small sip while enjoying the strong cinnamon flavor. It was a specialty drink. The holidays may have been over, but that didn't mean the food and drinks served had to be. Looking up while shrugging off his thoughts, the adult male admired the pleasant atmosphere that blanketed the coffee shop. It had been a long period of time since he was able to enjoy a serene tone.

His tranquil ambiance was broken by a number of people forcefully opening the door to the restaurant. Turning his head to see what the commotion was about, the scarred adult watched as the armed group pointed their weapons at the now rigid bystanders. They barked out orders while placing their members at distinct locations to appear more intimidating. Sighing silently, the well-dressed male placed his cup on the coaster. Noticing that every single civilian now rested on the floor, he mentally thanked these idiots for giving him an easier time to deal with their petty theft.

Gathering his Aura, the blonde male stood just out of sight. It wasn't until one of the sentries noticed a single man refusing to listen to their orders. He took it upon himself to assert his authority over the ignorant man. "Hey, moron! Didn't you hear us? Get on the floor and don't move!" He pointed his weapon at the unmoving man, knowing that it'd force him to adhere to his demands lest he would be shot.

Gritting his teeth at the lack of movement, the character cocked his weapon threateningly to get his point across and nudged the scarred young man roughly, eliciting a grunt from him. "I did hear you, I just don't want to lower myself in listening to fool such as yourself." Seeing one of their associates being so vocal during the heist, the others became aware of a single person giving their group a difficult time.

The assailant jeered, "Oh, we've got a tough guy with us, huh?" Bringing up his rifle to the man's temple, he made eye contact with the young man. "We don't need you trying to play the hero or getting any funny ideas..." he trailed off. Pulling the trigger, he was satisfied when his body crashed to the floor. The remaining civilians all blanched in horror, seeing the man who hadn't done anything wrong be killed in front of their very eyes. Even the barista who had blatantly admired the young man for his good looks and elegant features was paralyzed in fear at the nonchalant killing.

Turning to the rest of the hostages, the one who murdered without hesitation spoke in a loud voice, "Now you see we aren't playing around. No one move and you might all make it out of here alive." However, he noticed their attention wasn't on him, but rather the crumpled heap he thought to be a corpse. Shifting his attention, he widened his eyes as the person he shot point blank now stood tall and proud. Where the bullet hole was meant to be now seemed to be nothing but a smoking bruise.

"Heh, lucky shot. My turn," the blonde adult closed the distance between him and his would-be murderer before punching him square in the face, sending him hurtling across the room. The second he impacted with the wall, a body imprint was left with debris falling from the force. His associates all looked on in disbelief. What was this person made of? Shrugging off his cloak-like jacket, the blonde man cracked his neck and gestured with a 'come forth' motion. With an unannounced declaration, fighting broke out among the rest of the robbers and the fighting youth. Barreling through the attackers was a simple enough feat. He didn't have to exert himself more than needed. After some moments of throwing his all into the fight, he realized he lost sight of what was to come. Calming down, he made eye contact with the leader of the operation.

The man had a cold sweat built up and was trembling slightly. 'There is no way. One man defeated us. How? How is this possible!?' the man raged mentally. Clenching his teeth, he withstood his position. A subtle movement caught his eye. A fellow supporter who shared his views in stealing easy cash wasn't put out like he originally thought. The man was a known practitioner of using Dust to fight in case their common methods failed.

One of them decided to attack him with from a longer range, knowing he couldn't retaliate from his position. Pulling out a yellow crystallized substance, the assailant charged the lucid material and with a sneer charged the blonde haired man with a charge of lightning. Seeing the Dust crystal, the adrenaline hyped man fought back a smirk. Instead of dodging, he met the attack head on. The thought of victory briefly reached the minds of the thieves. To their shock and alarm, they were surprised as the Dust infused lightning attack was gobbled up by the strangely scarred man.

Huffing and wiping away any leftover substances, the blonde man looked at the person who thought he would electrify him. "Thanks for the snack," he arrogantly stated.

"W-What are you?"

"Lightning Dragon's Roar!" he bellowed.

Generating an abnormally large torrent of his Aura, the blonde man aims it in the direction of his victims. Opening his maw, a concentrated, destructive blast of lightning stormed forward, destroying everything in its path. The lightning electrified everything in the vicinity, shutting down any electrical devices. As it hit the two thieves, they were shocked to the absolute limit. They could feel the heat generated by the frightening man; their skin seemed to be burning off of their bodies from the action.

「Outside」

The remaining members of Team MANL are outside of the establishment waiting for their final member to arrive. They had seen the local news of a hostage situation and happened to see their blonde teammate casually sipping his drink. Sauntering up to the building, Nozomi was about to compliment their teammate for the lack of destruction that usually accompanied their battles. Unfortunately, karma seemed to have other ideas. Watching the men fly through the air until they stopped in the middle of the street, effectively shut her up. Looking to her left, the emerald haired teen saw her whiskered leader stifling a laugh. Frowning, she crossed her arms under her ample bust, "Shut up, Menma."

Ace nudged the closest robber that was unconscious before looking up at the muscular man. Already knowing the answer, he commented on the recent development. "You know Laxus, there's something called restraint," said the fire fist.

The now named blonde scoffed at his teammate. "I don't see you or Menma toning down your fights. When you can fight without causing needless destruction, come talk to me. Besides, these guys deserved it," the scarred blond responded.

"That's different Laxus, I just enjoy a good fight and can't help myself. Ace probably has the same problem. It's not like we want to destroy everything, right A?" Menma left off, looking to the freckled youth. The man nodded towards his partner with a grin. Though he flinched back when their only female member glared at him. Raising her hand to discipline the irrational ones of their group seemed to be left to her. Nozomi hit the back of Menma's skull with a closed fist.

Said person rubbed his head in retaliation. "I wish you guys would stop putting us in a terrible light," Nozomi said with her hands on her hips. The girl was irritated because they were viewed as a group, not individually. Meaning, should Menma or Ace do something out of turn, it reflects badly on them as a whole.

"Whatever. Let's see if there's another restaurant open. Fighting made me hungry," Laxus suggested already leaving the scene.

"Oh, I hope it's a ramen shop," added the dark haired teen.

Ace shrugged. Anything was better than nothing. He sent Nozomi a withering smile. 'She should lighten up more...' "...Or something with a buffet attached."

Sighing in exasperation, Nozomi deflated. "Boys will be boys..." She followed after her team, knowing they'll always be brutal in their methods. "But I'm glad they're my boys," grinned the usually frowning girl.

Menma, Ace, Nozomi and Laxus walked side by side as they conversed about their next destination. By themselves they were fierce, but together, they were a malevolent force.

The scene faded to four familiar silhouettes with the letters M. A. N. L. at the very bottom of each. The three previous panels were already lit up by the members of MANL. The last and final rectangular area was quaking. A roar that resembled a dragon broke the inkling that covered the silhouette. A flurry of electrical pulses traveled around the perimeter of Laxus' body, seeming to come alive with the figure. The man had his arms crossed under his lengthy jacket while smirking at the camera.

Now with our four heroes revealed, their adventures have begun. Stay tuned as their legend unfolds!

Yes, I finally finished with the Trailers! I want to give thanks to TheLoserWhoDoes for giving me the name for the story, as well as Moonlit Nightfall for being my new BETA these past few chapters. This is dark flacon saying til next time! ✌