### Chapter 7: The Saiyan's Astonishing Appetite, Heartbroken Makarov!!
Looking at Gray flexing his arm muscles, Cana glanced at Jiro worriedly again and was about to speak.
But just then, Erza, who was beside her, also spoke up with a look of deep encouragement.
"To be a sparring partner for a companion and help them awaken their magic?
That's a really good idea. If possible, count me in too. We are all Fairy Tail partners, I should also contribute."
"Ah! Even Erza...!"
Cana panicked completely. Although Erza joined the latest among the three, her strength had improved by leaps and bounds and had formally surpassed her and Gray, the two 'seniors', not long ago.
Especially with Erza's serious personality, if she didn't control her strength well during sparring, the newcomer would be in trouble.
Panicked, Cana immediately wanted to persuade Erza to give up this idea.
But just at this moment, Jiro's food finally arrived. With delicious food in front of him, Jiro, whose stomach had long been flat from hunger, didn't say much and agreed to everything directly.
"Okay, wait for me to finish eating, then we'll start training immediately."
After speaking, he plunged headfirst into the food in front of him, beginning to devour it like a gluttonous beast sweeping away clouds.
Cana, who originally wanted to dissuade them, was soon shocked into silence by Jiro's eating manner, which looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.
...
At the bar, Makarov, who had returned from lecturing Jiro, took out the magazine he hadn't finished reading on the way and savored it with gusto.
"Hehehe~ This is good, this is good."
"Ooh, this one is also not bad, very eye-catching."
"Oh—!! This one, this one, it's simply incredible."
"Wonderful, simply wonderful. The quality of this issue of *Weekly Sorcerer* is quite high."
Just when Makarov was reading until steam sprayed from his nose and mouth and his body felt hot, the gradually increasing volume of the noisy brats in the guild made him frown in displeasure.
"You're kidding, right? How many days has this brat not eaten?"
"Hey, am I seeing things? He finished that plate of fried rice in three mouthfuls. Does he think he's doing magic tricks?!"
"Hey hey hey, is he still eating? Is this brat's stomach a bottomless pit?!"
*What's going on? What's happening with all this noise again?*
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the magazine, Makarov looked up in the direction of the sound.
He saw a table in the hall surrounded by people. Most guild members were pointing at the center, whispering and discussing something.
*Really, which bastard is doing something stupid again?*
Because he wasn't tall and couldn't see what was happening inside clearly, Makarov jumped down from the bar, carefully put away the magazine, and walked curiously towards the encircling crowd.
In the center of the circle, the not-so-large long table was filled with empty plates that had been eaten clean.
The stacks of over a hundred empty plates were so high that they completely blocked the view of Cana and the other two opposite him.
So much so that the three had to change seats and sit next to Jiro. While watching him eat up close, they hurriedly helped stack the plates.
When Makarov finally squeezed into the circle, Jiro just finished drinking the broth from a large bowl comparable to a washbasin in one go, ending his first meal after arriving in this world.
"Burp~ Comfortable, comfortable. Being eighty percent full is just right. Eating more is bad for the body."
"Wh-What? Only eighty percent full? That's an amount I couldn't finish in a week."
A big guy, two meters tall, couldn't help but swallow his saliva after hearing Jiro's muttering, clicking his tongue in surprise.
The others also looked at Jiro with eyes like they were looking at a monster, no longer daring to look down on this newcomer.
Patting his round belly, Jiro turned around and leaned against the table to digest properly.
He happened to see Makarov in the crowd, whose shiny head was very conspicuous.
Immediately, he waved his hand with a satisfied smile and thanked him:
"Grandpa Master, the food in our guild is really too good.
Rest assured, even for the sake of this delicious food, I will absolutely not leave the guild."
Makarov ignored Jiro's greeting. Looking at the empty plates on the table, he quickly calculated the food cost Jiro needed for one meal in his mind, then multiplied it by three, and then multiplied it by thirty.
Finally, Makarov, who had calculated the answer, could no longer bear it. Under everyone's gaze, he couldn't catch his breath and passed out with a 'gah'.
"Master!" *N*
Instantly, the entire guild was in chaos, and a group of members hurriedly gathered around in a flurry.
When they turned to look at the bewildered Jiro again, there was a touch of fear in their eyes.
*We're done for. The Master kicked an iron plate. If we continue to let this brat eat like this, the guild will definitely be eaten into poverty!!*
...
With the concerted rescue efforts of everyone in the guild, Makarov briefly woke up once in the middle.
It was just that the newly awakened Makarov, after seeing Jiro's concerned face in front of him, glared again, left a sentence 'The guild is finished', and fainted again.
In the end, the helpless crowd had to carry their Master on their backs and prepare to take him out of town to seek help from the guild's exclusive physician, Porlyusica.
Before leaving, Macao seemed afraid that Jiro would blame himself too much, so he took the initiative to step forward, patted his shoulder, and comforted him:
"Don't take it to heart. Just live in the guild with peace of mind. The guild doesn't lack that bit of food."
Although Jiro keenly observed that Macao's lips were trembling when he spoke.
But he still thanked the other party with a look of 'gratitude' and emphasized again the care and enthusiasm he felt in Fairy Tail, reiterating his determination to support the guild absolutely and stay in the guild for a lifetime.
Macao: ...That's really not necessary.
...
After Macao also left, only the four children—Jiro, Cana, Gray, and Erza—were left in the guild staring at each other.
"Um, this is also Grandpa Master's old problem. Jiro, don't take it to heart."
Erza was the first to speak up to comfort him, deeply afraid that Jiro would take all the responsibility onto himself and cause unnecessary psychological burdens.
"Yeah, Jiro, just eat freely. Our Fairy Tail is the strongest guild in Fiore.
It's just providing some food... uh, should... probably be no problem."
Cana also followed to persuade, but her voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke. Looking at the uncleaned empty plates on the table, she eventually lost even her own confidence.
Jiro: ....