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"Alright."
"If you have any questions about 'Magic,' feel free to ask me."
Leaning on his cane with one hand and holding the other behind his back, Warrod looked every bit the reclusive master. He smiled kindly at Ide, Ur, and Gildarts.
"We do have many questions we'd like to ask you."
"However, before you guide us, please allow us to finish the uncompleted S-Class Wizard Promotion Trial first."
Ide proposed at that moment.
"Indeed."
Ur echoed his sentiment from the side.
"I haven't had enough fun fighting yet."
Gildarts cracked his knuckles, eager to continue.
"Huh?"
"Isn't the S-Class Wizard Promotion Trial already over?"
"I recall telling Makarov just now that there can be two successful candidates for this year's trial."
Warrod froze. He instinctively looked at Makarov beside him, his eyes asking the silent question:
What's going on here?
Why isn't the trial over?
Did you not pass on my message to these children?
"Well..."
Makarov was also quite distressed. It was hard to explain the current situation to Warrod.
Ideally, he would say: "Lord Warrod, I'm truly sorry, but my children don't give a damn about passing the S-Class trial. They just want to fight for the thrill of it!"
But saying that out loud seemed impossible.
"Gildarts!!"
"Ide!!"
"Ur!!"
While Makarov remained silent and Warrod was confused, Ide, Ur, and Gildarts had already engaged in a chaotic free-for-all.
BOOM!
In an instant, berserk magic power erupted from the three of them like pillars of light, piercing straight into the clouds! A sandstorm whipped up on the ground, and countless trees were uprooted and sent flying into the sky.
"..."
Warrod watched the trees he had painstakingly planted leave home one by one. After a long silence, he turned to Makarov and said, "Actually, I take back my earlier joke. You should definitely kick all three of them out of the guild."
"Please don't joke about that."
Makarov felt the pressure mounting. He genuinely couldn't tell which of Warrod's statements were jokes and which weren't anymore.
"Crush!"
"Ice-Make: Infinite Rose Garden!"
"Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Frozen Prison of the End!"
On the other side, Gildarts, Ur, and Ide were locked in intense combat. Regardless of their relationships, once the fight started, none of them held back. They went all out from the very first move.
Because of this, Ur—the only one among the three who hadn't yet stepped into the "Inhuman Realm"—was the first to be eliminated.
"I've done my best."
With her magic power nearly exhausted, Ur knelt on one knee in the sand. Watching Ide and Gildarts continue to fight, she shook her head. "It seems I still have a long way to go."
Thinking this, Ur stood up from the sand and walked over to Makarov and Warrod. She shook her head and said, "I'm truly sorry I couldn't show Master and Senior Warrod a better performance."
"Uhh."
Hearing Ur's words, Warrod opened his mouth slightly. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't make a sound.
"As expected, I disappointed Lord Warrod."
"It seems I need to train even harder to step into the 'Inhuman' realm soon."
seeing Warrod's silence, Ur mentally encouraged herself to do better.
However, what Ur didn't know was that Warrod wasn't disappointed—he was shocked speechless.
Warrod was screaming internally: "Are you kidding me?! Have Ide and Gildarts' combat power already surpassed mine? How old are they?"
"And this Ur... although her magic power is far inferior to mine, her battle sense and combat techniques are already on my level."
"Once Ur fixes her magic power deficiency, she'll surpass me in combat strength instantly, won't she?!"
"Is there really anything left for me to teach these kids?"
Warrod's hand holding the cane trembled slightly. He genuinely felt that the strength of the young generation nowadays was terrifying.
BOOM.
While Warrod was shocked by the strength of the trio, a tremor like an earthquake signaled the end of the battle between Ide and Gildarts.
The victor was Ide, who fought "dishonorably" by using Haki, swordsmanship, and Life Return for stamina recovery to overpower Gildarts.
"Huff, huff, huff."
Panting heavily, Ide stood in the desert, looking down at the fallen Gildarts. He smiled. "I won."
"I'm sorry I couldn't force Lord Ide to use his full strength."
Gildarts lay paralyzed on the ground, also gasping for air.
"With this, I guess I've passed this year's S-Class Wizard Promotion Trial."
Ide helped Gildarts up from the sand and walked over to Makarov, Warrod, and Ur, smiling as he spoke.
"Uhh."
"You're still hung up on the S-Class trial?"
Makarov looked at the endless ruins before him, unsure of what to say.
In any case, Makarov felt incredibly fortunate that he hadn't set the trial location in Magnolia or Fairy Tail's holy ground, Tenrou Island.
"Old Man Warrod."
"Now you can guide us on our path of magic."
After their passionate brawl, Ide and Gildarts stood respectfully before Warrod and asked.
"Me? I have nothing left to teach you two."
Warrod first shook his head silently at Ide and Gildarts. Then, he looked at Ur and said, "Ur, if you have any questions about magic in the future, feel free to come find me here. As for the others... dismissed."
After speaking, Warrod leaned on his cane and walked toward the ruined forest. Ideally, it might have been Ide and Gildarts' imagination, but Warrod's retreating figure seemed indescribably weary and aged in that moment.
"Anyway, let's head back to the guild first."
Makarov seemed to sense the confusion of Ide and Gildarts. He shook his head silently, thinking to himself:
'These brats really have no concept of their own strength. You've already surpassed Senior Warrod!'
Of course, for the sake of Warrod's dignity, Makarov wouldn't say that out loud.
And so, Makarov drove the Magic Four-Wheeler, carrying Ide and the others back toward Fairy Tail.
Halfway there, Makarov suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten Ivan again.