Rayn had to admit, for a moment, he actually thought this short man before him could be so cool.
The next moment, the closed doors were thrown open, and a figure flew out.
It landed precisely on Makarov, who was standing on the steps.
The two of them immediately rolled down the stairs like a snowball.
"Umm."
The enthusiastic response Rayn was about to give Makarov trailed off into a long, questioning sound.
"Wakaba is still not good enough!"
"Haha! Wakaba's buying drinks for everyone!"
"Yeah!!!"
The heated atmosphere seemed to gush out like a tangible current of air.
Even without going inside, one could imagine the liveliness within.
Rayn's gaze fell on the two who had stopped rolling.
The one who had hit Makarov was a young man, now pinned underneath him.
What Rayn found amusing was that even after all that tumbling, with his eyes spinning in a daze, the cigarette in the man's mouth hadn't fallen out. It was even still smoking.
Makarov, who was on top, opened his eyes, a tangible fire of rage burning within them.
Seeing his expression, Rayn silently backed away.
He was afraid of getting splattered with blood in the next moment, which would dirty his only set of clothes.
As Rayn expected, Makarov really wanted to teach the guys inside a lesson.
He had just said something impressive to the kid, only to have it ruined by the people inside.
What if Rayn thought his guild was some kind of joke and decided not to join? That would mean letting go of a seed with excellent potential.
Although, it was true that the guild wasn't very serious.
But he couldn't let them slap him in the face like this!
He glanced at the silent Rayn beside him.
Makarov got up, suppressing the restless anger in his heart, and put on a kind smile.
"Sorry, you had to see that. The guild can be a bit noisy."
"Um… it's fine. I think it's better to be lively."
Looking at the old man's bulging veins on his forehead, and then at Wakaba being stepped on, Rayn smiled.
This was not a fake smile.
After all, Rayn had long known that Fairy Tail had been an excessively noisy guild since its founding.
"That's good then. Let's go in."
Seeing that Rayn was being truthful, Makarov sighed in relief and jumped off Wakaba.
"Get up and come inside. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself in front of the new guy?"
He glanced at Wakaba on the ground, his tone full of disappointment.
"Sorry about that, new guy. You must have been scared."
Wakaba jumped up from the ground, casually patted his chest, and quickly followed the other two, showing a gentle smile.
As a wizard, he naturally wouldn't be dazed by a mere tumble down the stairs.
He had just sensed Makarov's anger and didn't dare to get up easily.
"Not at all. It was quite interesting."
Rayn looked at the now-serious Wakaba, unable to connect him with the pathetic figure from just a moment ago.
"Haha, that's right! Our guild is very interesting and lively!"
As he said this, the pride and smile in Wakaba's eyes nearly overflowed.
"Yo, Master, you're back!"
"Master, come have a drink! Wakaba lost today, so he's treating everyone!"
"That's right, that's right!"
As Makarov entered the guild, the already noisy atmosphere grew even louder.
Hearing the words from inside, Wakaba's expression changed, and he subconsciously reached for his pocket.
"We have a new member today, so what's the big deal if I treat everyone out of the kindness of my heart?"
As if emboldened, Wakaba lifted his head and spoke.
"New member?"
"Did the Master bring back a new member on this trip out!?"
"Isn't this just a kid?"
After Wakaba's words, a group of people cast curious glances, constantly sizing up Rayn.
In an instant, Rayn shivered imperceptibly, and goosebumps appeared on his skin under his clothes.
Although this group had seemed unreliable just now, they were, after all, people who lived on the edge.
Even without any ill intent, the focus of a dozen gazes still created some pressure.
Rayn pursed his lips and stood tall, not wanting to back down.
He didn't want to show weakness. Otherwise, knowing the personalities of these people, they would definitely talk about this for a long time.
Makarov, standing next to him, nodded slightly, very pleased with the child before him.
From walking all the way from Porlyusica's place to the guild, he hadn't complained once.
Now, facing the scrutiny of so many people, he showed no fear either.
He was a natural-born wizard.
"That's right. This is our new member."
To relieve the pressure on him, Makarov pulled Rayn to his side and announced.
"Hello everyone, my name is Rayn."
With Makarov's help, Rayn introduced himself smoothly.
"Little Rayn, how old are you?"
A female wizard raised her hand enthusiastically and asked.
Rayn looked over. It was a wizard he hadn't seen in the original story, but he still answered the question.
"Nine years old."
This was reality, after all, so a few differences were normal.
Besides, there was still a lot of time before Natsu and the others' generation.
By then, she might have gone off to get married and have children.
"Then what kind of magic do you use?"
This time, a male wizard asked, and it piqued the curiosity of many others.
After all, this was a wizard guild, and the most important question was naturally about magic.
"Summoning Magic."
Rayn answered calmly.
This answer was a suggestion Makarov had given him on the way to Magnolia.
According to him, a magic that could summon a dragon was best not revealed unless he planned to stay in the guild all the time.
After all, the reappearance of a creature that had been gone for four hundred years would likely attract a lot of attention.
The name "Fairy Tail" could indeed deter many people.
But those rats hiding in dark corners wouldn't care about that.
"Alright, that's enough for now. This child is very tired today. I'll take him to get something to eat first."
After Rayn finished answering, Makarov interrupted those who wanted to ask more questions.
Seeing that the master had spoken, the others didn't press further.
Anyway, they would all be together later, and what they wanted to know, they would eventually find out.
"Hmph, who knows what kind of brat grandpa picked up from somewhere."
Just as the questioning ended, a scornful voice came from the side.
The eyes of the crowd, who were about to turn back to their drinks, suddenly lit up.
Their faces were full of interest, but their wine glasses never left their hands.
They looked like they were ready for a show.
Makarov's expression changed instantly, a complex mix of headache and anger.
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