The energy in the arena was electric—a thunderous cocktail of cheers, jeers,
and the hum of thousands of conversations blending into an overwhelming
roar. The Grand Magic Games were in full swing, the opening ceremony an
orchestrated spectacle as an unexpectedly eloquent commentator kicked
things off. I adjusted the bunny head on my costume, the floppy ears bouncing
with every exaggerated step.
Velzy, my ever-lazy exceed partner, lounged on my shoulder, chomping on
some sort of churro. He was, as always, the picture of unbothered indulgence.
"Velzy," I muttered, my voice muffled by the ridiculous headpiece. "How's the
debut suit working for you?"
"Absolutely absurd," he snorted, bits of churro dusting my shoulder. "But if
your goal was to turn heads, you nailed it. Ten out of ten on the 'what the
hell is that' scale."
I smirked under the mask. "Mission accomplished."
"Yeah, sure, narcissist," he quipped before teleporting out of my reach when
I tried to flick his oversized head. Typical. With a resigned sigh, I adjusted the
bunny ears and strolled toward the towering entrance where my team was
waiting.
"So you've arrived, maaaan," Ichiya greeted me with uncharacteristic
seriousness, a mood he promptly shattered by striking one of his infamous
poses. His finger jabbed toward the Trimens, who stood in a semi-circle
behind him. "Hibiki, Ren, Eve... BEHOLD! Our secret weapon!"
A thick silence hung in the air as the Trimens just... stared. Expressions blank,
blinking, clearly wrestling with the absurdity before them.
The silence broke—because Ichiya wasn't finished. Of course, he wasn't. With
another dramatic pose, he declared, "YES, our secret weapon! So
important that I found it necessary to repeat it!"
"Yes, sir, Ichiya, monsieur!" the Trimens chorused, bowing in unison like
they'd rehearsed it a hundred times. Points for dedication.
Before I could make sense of my life choices, the announcer's voice boomed
through the arena. "AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADOOOOO! It's that time of
year again, folks! The grandest magic festival in all of Fiore... THE
GRANNND MAGIC GAMESSS!"
The crowd erupted, the sheer energy making the air vibrate. Even I had to
admit—this guy knew how to hype an audience.
"I'm your commentator, Chapati Lola!" he continued with unbridled
enthusiasm. "And joining me today, a true honor—former Magic Council
member, Mr. Yajima!"
Oh, Grandpa Yaj!, nostalgia tugging at the corner of my mind. Good to know
the old man's still kicking.
"Nishe to shee you," Yajima's voice crackled through the speakers. Uh...
was that supposed to be "nice to see you?" I really had no clue.
Chapati carried on seamlessly. "And today's special guest commentator
needs no introduction—winner of the Miss Fiore Pageant and the pride
of Blue Pegasus—Jenny Realight!"
My stomach did a full flip... No way. No. Freaking. Way. Wasn't she supposed
to be on a Minstrel tour?... My fists clenched inside the costume. Bob, I'm
going to strangle you in your sleep.
The crowd lost its collective mind as Jen's sweet voice joined the broadcast.
"This is the year we're bringing home the win! Hehe!"
I could practically hear her smile—and yeah, okay, it was probably adorable.
Don't judge me.
"And now... let's meet our competitors!" Chapati's voice boomed, signaling
the true start of the ceremony. Grandpa Yaj's mic check stumbled through the
speakers, drawing a few laughs from the crowd.
The tunnel buzzed with anticipation, but all I could think about was the sheer
chaos waiting for me on that arena floor. Showtime is about to come.
"First and foremost, but ironically finishing in eighth place for the
preliminaries," Chapati announced with dramatic flair, his voice booming
across the arena. "Once the mightiest guild, now the underdogs... Don't
let their dainty name fool you—this guild is a band of ruffians and
misfits! None other than... FAIRRRYYY TAILLL!"
The crowd roared—not in admiration, but in an overwhelming wave of jeers
and boos that reverberated through the coliseum. It was deafening, and
frankly, a little overkill.
I adjusted the bunny head slightly, my focus sharpening as my eyes scanned
the group making their way onto the field. The infamous Fairy Tail. I couldn't
spot their usual heavy hitters right away, though one fiery pink-haired kid stuck
out like a sore thumb—Salamander, obviously. But then my gaze landed on a
striking redhead striding confidently alongside them.
She's strong... and familiar? Why does she feel so familiar? My brow furrowed
beneath the ridiculous mask as I tried to place the sensation.
Meanwhile, their team looked visibly rattled by the reception—well, most of
them. The boos hit like a tidal wave, drowning out any residual cheers from
the more forgiving sections of the crowd.
"What?!" the Salamander shouted, clearly baffled. "They're booing us?
Us?!"
Beside him, a black-haired guy looked equally indignant. "This doesn't make
any sense!"
"This is... not manly," grumbled their towering muscleman with a deep,
almost philosophical disappointment. Ah, I mused, barely stifling a chuckle.
Another Ichiya type. The world really isn't ready for two of those.'
A busty blonde trailing behind them seemed particularly deflated, her nervous
wave to the crowd doing little to lift the icy reception. "This is way worse
than I thought it'd be..." she muttered.
The redhead, however, remained unfazed, her presence commanding without
effort. She turned to the blonde, her tone steady and reassuring. "Don't let it
get to you, Lucy. We have our guild here to cheer us on."
Sure enough, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted from a section of the
coliseum packed with Fairy Tail members. They were loud, proud, and
determined to out-yell the haters.
"Great job as always, my children!" Sir Makarov Dreyar, the guildmaster of
Fairy Tail, my master's best friend, and apart of the Ten Wizard Saints... his
reputation says it all... "WAY TO SHOW THOSE NO GOOD ASSHOLES A
THING OR TO"
Yup, he's the same fun chaotic grandpa I grew to know
Chapati, ever the theatrical narrator, continued, "Their guild has come in
last place for the past seven years, but this year, they've broken through
the preliminaries! Fairy Tail has clawed their way into the main event,
and they can't sink lower than eighth place! Will this be the year the
Tenrou Team brings them back to their former glory as the top guild in
Fiore?"
The crowd's mixed reaction crescendoed, the palpable tension drawing
everyone in.
"I'm shoo happy for you. Congrats, Fairy Tail," Grandpa Yaj added warmly,
his soft-spoken sincerity standing out amidst the noise.
Well, this is a circus, I leaned casually against the wall as I waited for Blue
Pegasus's introduction which would prolly take a whole lot of time to wait... My
eyes flicked back to the redhead again. Still... there's something about her.
Just who is she?
"And now, taking seventh place in the preliminaries," Chapati's voice
rose, brimming with enthusiasm. "The Pack of Hellhounds themselves...
QUATRO CERBERUS!"
The arena practically vibrated with energy as the crowd erupted into cheers, a
stark contrast to the chilly reception Fairy Tail had received. It wasn't
subtle—Chapati was definitely playing favorites here.
"Damn, showing your bias already, huh, Chapati?" I muttered under my
breath, rolling my eyes.
"Wohooo!" Uncle Goldmine's distinct howl rang out, his voice as wild as his
guild's reputation. My guild master's former teammate and rival, still had that
untamed spirit. He wasn't alone—his guildmates were ready to make a scene.
"Wild!" Bacchus bellowed, arms stretched wide with a bottle of booze in hand,
as if he'd just won the games by sheer charisma.
"Four!" the rest of his team roared, their fans in the crowd eagerly joining in.
Well, most of them, anyway. The Sirius twins—Gowen, the hothead, and Frey,
his far-too-cheerful sister—were eating it up. Gowen was barking orders at the
more stoic members of their team.
"Come on, you two! Get wild!" Gowen demanded, tick marks practically
glowing on his forehead.
Frey, ever the free spirit, just slinked between the silent duo, her arm draped
casually around both men. Her outfit—or lack thereof—was a bold choice, as
her assets are bouncing with her every movement without a care in the world.
"Why don't you two cuties lighten up a bit?" she teased, flashing a wide
grin as she leaned in.
"Strength lies beneath silence," Hien Kazuki replied, his tone dripping with
pretentious calm as his hand rested lightly on the hilt of his katana. The guy
was like a walking fortune cookie, and I resisted the urge to groan.
"Hn.." Callum Steelford, the ninja, managed to be even worse. He simply
nodded, arms crossed, radiating an aura of disinterest so strong it was
practically a weapon.
Gowen, predictably, wasn't having it. His frustration ticked up a notch, veins
practically bulging from his forehead as Bacchus and Frey shared a laugh.
Bacchus swigged from his drink, and Frey giggled so hard her "assets"
threatened to come out of her skimpy bra.
Quatro Cerberus had made their entrance, and it was loud, chaotic, and
utterly true to form.
Their chaotic energy was palpable. If Fairy Tail had been greeted with jeers,
Quatro Cerberus soaked in the wild cheers like fuel to a fire. They were here
to put on a show—whether through combat or sheer personality.
I watched from my corner, smirking under my mask. Quatro Cerberus, huh?
Never a dull moment with these guys... My gaze lingered on the mismatched
crew. Bacchus, as usual, was drunk and loving every second of the spotlight.
The Sirius twins brought their signature mix of loud enthusiasm and playful
antics.
And then there were the quiet ones: Hien and Callum, the odd contrasts to
their guildmates'
raucous nature. They weren't the flashy types, but they
carried themselves with the kind of calm that told you they were far from
pushovers. Especially Hien—always speaking in riddles like some wannabe
sage.
Wild pack of misfits, I shook my head my head in amusement. But deep down,
I couldn't deny their charm.
Chapati, clearly energized by their boisterous display, exclaimed, "What a
lively group! Quatro Cerberus, everyone! Ready to sink their fangs into
the competition!"
Let's see if they can back up all that noise, The games were heating up, and
the arena buzzed with anticipation for what was coming next.
"And now, coming in at 6th place, the guild of mesmerizing warriors
from the deep blue sea," Chapati declared with theatrical flair, clearly
enjoying every syllable of the introduction. "MERMAID HEEL!"
As their name echoed through the arena, Kagura Mikazuchi, the undisputed
ace of the guild, took the lead. Every step she took was purposeful, her
posture radiating authority. Her sharp gaze swept over the other teams before
flicking to the roaring crowd—though "roaring" might have been a generous
term. The cheers were there, sure, but they were drowned out by the
unmistakable leering.
"This is such a farce," Kagura muttered, her disdain clear.
"I'm inclined to agree," replied a nerdy woman beside her, adjusting her
glasses as if she were analyzing the arena's flaws in detail.
"Nya! Don't be such killjoys!" came the enthusiastic protest of the literal
Catwoman of the group. Her tail flicked in frustration, and she pouted like an
upset kitten.
I swallowed hard, already feeling my face heat up. They all had this...
presence. I don't know if it's the outfits, the confidence, or—no, it's definitely
the outfits, even Kagura's uniforms doing something to me. I mean, come on,
look at all of them!
Then there was the nun. Or rather, the sexy nun—white-haired, doe-eyed, and
deceptively angelic-looking. She reached over and gently patted Millianna's
head in an oddly endearing gesture.
"Milly's right. We're gonna murder these motherfu—"
I blinked, feeling the blush creep further up my neck. Definitely not angelic.
Before the nun could finish her statement, another hand gently covered her
mouth. This belonged to a tall green-haired woman with an aura of refinement
and a sleek visor that gave her this futuristic, untouchable vibe. And okay, I
wasn't staring, but... Why are they all so... curvy?
"Ara ara," she said smoothly, her tone amused. "We're in public, Ivry. Let's
not give people the wrong impression about our manners."
Wrong impression? Oh no, no need for that. Pretty sure the nun outfit and that
mouth of that Ivry have already given the crowd plenty to think about.
"Enough nonsense, all of you," Kagura cut in sharply, her commanding
voice silencing the group immediately. She turned back to her team, her
expression stern. "We're here as warriors, so act like it. Understood?"
"Understood!" The entire group responded in unison, snapping to attention
like well-trained soldiers.
From the stands above, a regal voice rang out, and I swear it made the entire
stadium pause for a second.
"Well said, Kagura." I instinctively turned toward the source and felt my jaw
tighten. Arturia Pendragon. Mermaid Heel's guild master.
She looked like she'd stepped out of a legend—shining armor that hugged her
perfectly, golden hair that caught the light like a halo, and a posture so regal it
made the rest of us feel like commoners just by breathing the same air. Her
lance rested beside her, gleaming like it had a story behind every scratch.
"My mermaids, you do me proud," Arturia said, her voice a perfect mix of
strength and elegance. "Each of you embodies the strength and grace
that makes Mermaid Heel formidable. Show this arena the true meaning
of discipline and honor."
The team below stood even straighter, if that was possible. Kagura glanced
upward, giving her master a respectful nod, her expression softening slightly
in acknowledgment.
I... may or may not have been staring. I quickly looked away, trying to focus on
something—anything—else. Nope. Too late. My brain was stuck on the armor.
And, okay, maybe how good she looked in it. Focus, man. You're in public!
Still, I leaned back, muttering to myself, "That guild's a walking
contradiction... but damn, do they mean business."
And maybe I did too, as long as it meant avoiding direct eye contact with
anyone from that guild. This grand magic game was filled with beautiful
women—a place akin to heaven... or hell, depending on who you ask...
Yeah, it's hell... it's obviously hell. Just what the heck did I get myself into
here...
"Next up placing in the top fifth place... Representing the Goddess of
Love and War, The Holy Destroyers..." Chapati's voice boomed across the
arena, his flair unmistakable. Oho, this guy really loves his dramatic
entrances. "LAMIA SCALE!"
The crowd roared in response, clearly excited to see this team. And then there
was Sherria Blendy, Lamia Scale's Sky God Slayer, who... well, let's just say
she wasn't quite at the top of her game. She tried to walk with confidence, but
a rock caught her foot, sending her sprawling to the ground with an
embarrassed squeal.
"Only fifth?! I'll spin all of you" An old woman scolded from the stands, a
quite short one at that, Oh I recognize her... Ooba Babasaama, man she did
not age like fine wine...
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Obaba-sama!" she cried, her face turning bright red as
she scrambled to get up.
Cute. Seriously, I could watch this all day.
"Keep it together, Sherria." Lyon Vastia, his voice cool but laced with that
familiar smugness, crossed his arms as he stood tall next to her. I swear, if I
had a penny for every time I saw that guy looking like he owned the world, I'd
be rich. "The games haven't even started. You wouldn't want them
thinking you're weak, now would you?"
Sherria's face fell, and she muttered a soft apology.
Before she could wallow in embarrassment, Lyon reached down and helped
her up with an easy grin.
"Then again," he added, voice casual, "it doesn't really matter what they
think of our little powerhouse, does it?"
Lyon smiled that confident, yet almost unexpectedly gentle smile. Oh, this guy.
He never changes, still as soft as ever.
"Well said, Lyon," a deep voice rumbled from behind them.
I almost didn't notice him at first—Jura Neekis, one of the Ten Wizard Saints,
towering over the group. His calm demeanor and sheer presence made even
Lyon pause for a second. Now that's a man who knows how to command
respect. And, well, he's my target for the day. I couldn't help but feel the
excitement surge.
"Gray, do you know who the heck is that?" the Salamander asked, his
confusion clear as he turned to look at Sherria.
"No clue, what happened to the chick with all the love?" Gray—I guess
that's his name, the black-haired guy from the Fairy Tail Team—added with a
shrug, clearly puzzled. "Where's the love?"
"Sherria is none other than Sherry's cousin," Yuka, the wave guy,
answered with a calm, almost zen-like smile.
"AWOOF! She's crazy strong, she is!" Toby, the doggy man—yeah, I'm
sticking with that—yelled with boundless enthusiasm, his tail wagging like a
dog on a sugar high.
Sherria, still a little flustered, let out a bashful laugh. "Oh, no. I'm still no
match for Riri's love," she said, her voice sweet and sincere.
... Damn. Cute.
But of course, Toby, in his usual way, didn't take kindly to being outdone.
"CAN'T YOU TAKE A COMPLIMENT?! AWOOF?!" Toby shouted, his face
now full of over-the-top aggression. Seriously, this guy was all bark, no bite.
Sherria squeaked, hands instinctively covering her ears, "Eek! I'm sorry,
Toby!"
Yuka—ever the calm one—intervened with the precision of a martial artist. He
bonked Toby on the head with a single, effortless palm strike, shutting him up
instantly.
"Toby, calm down," Yuka said, his voice cool and collected, as always.
Honestly, I couldn't help but chuckle. Lamia Scale was full of extremes. On
one hand, you had Sherria, as sweet as she was powerful, completely caught
up in her own shyness and charm. Then you had Lyon, the arrogant but
surprisingly soft guy, and Jura, the steady, unshakable force of nature. Not to
mention the rest of the crew: Toby, a walking, talking dog trying to be
intimidating, and Yuka, the picture of zen in a world full of chaos.
And here I was, watching it all unfold, appreciating the spectacle—and trying
not to get too distracted by Sherria's incredibly adorable smile... and,
Okay, maybe they were absolutely adorable. I just wanted to put her in a box
and keep her safe...
Not that way, you ingrates! It's just an expression people say... right? They do,
don't they?
END.
(A/N: SO WHADDYA THINK?! I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF ADDING SOME
CHARACTERS, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND! I WANNA MAKE THIS GAMES
AS EXCITING AS I COULD... AND YEAH NO OFFENSE, BUT THE
ORIGINAL MEMBERS OF QUATRO AND MERMAID WERE REALLY
UNDERWHELMING SO YEAH! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!)