What would be the consequences if Makarov and Erza were both absent from the guild?
As it happened, they were both out today, so didn't that just cause absolute chaos?
Starring Natsu, "I Am Not a Demolition Expert" officially began filming!
The cause started with one of Gray's typical annoying antics: he had just swept the jacket draped over the back of his chair onto the floor, and then, with a provocative raised eyebrow, he shook his head at Natsu. Natsu, already holding back his anger and itching to punch him, lunged forward, not noticing the clothes on the floor. With a loud "clatter," he fell face-first into the dirt, inadvertently knocking over the peach juice cup Cana had just placed on the bar counter, splashing amber juice all over the floor.
"How dare you step on my clothes!" Gray instantly flared up, striking an Ice-Make pose.
"How dare you ambush me!" Natsu scrambled up, clenched his flaming fists, and charged.
"How dare you knock over my juice!" Cana, having just put away her tarot cards, saw her juice spilled and grabbed a cup, hurling it at the two of them.
"How dare you cut my twin tails!" Riyao, wanting to keep the team in sync, joined the fray instantly!
Levy, who was squatting in the corner holding magical texts and organizing guild archives, rolled her eyes so hard they almost hit the back of her head, retorting, "Is that the point?! That was ages ago!"
The brawl between Gray and Natsu instantly affected the innocent members nearby: the blue fatty eating dorayaki, the silver-haired curly-haired one eating a strawberry parfait, the baby with curly sideburns drinking coffee, the curly-eyebrowed chef cooking, the white-haired man singing "Tears of the Past," and the stoic sword-wielder playing the waist drum.
Within fifteen minutes, there wasn't a single person left in the guild just standing around watching; everyone had been dragged into the fight.
"Ice-block bastard, Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!" Natsu's fist, wrapped in crimson flames, smashed toward Gray.
"Fire Dragon idiot, Ice-Make: Hammer!" Gray's ice hammer, carrying a chill, smashed down, sending shattered ice splattering all over the guild.
"You bastards, Fate of Lightning!" Cana gripped her cards, summoning several bolts of lightning to strike the two.
"Waaah, Brother Riyao, save me." Levy, almost grazed in the arm by an icicle, hugged her books and hid behind Riyao, shouting.
"Don't be afraid. As long as you have one breath left, I can save you. It's painless, risk-free, and leaves no scars." Riyao squatted nearby, a jade-green Healing Magic circle already floating at his fingertips.
"Withered Wood, Withered Wood, Fall!" A boy wearing a straw hat suddenly darted out from the corner.
"Ora, ora, ora." A young man with an invincible expression stood calmly, striking a pose.
"Revival! I'll defeat you even if it kills me!" A boy wearing blue star-patterned boxers suddenly rolled out from a pile of guild junk.
Riyao's ears twitched suddenly; it was the crisp sound of Erza's armor rubbing together. At the same time, he sensed vast magic power in the guild. He instantly scooped up Levy, who was still dazed, jumped behind the bar counter, and started wiping a cup as if nothing had happened.
Makarov had just pushed open the guild doors when a piece of ice hit him in the face. Looking up, he saw the scene of devastation: half the ceiling was gone, a corner of the bar had collapsed, and rivers of liquor were flowing everywhere. His cigar fell to the floor with a "clatter," and he instantly exploded: "You bunch of bastard brats! I could hear you making a racket from miles away! You are the worst batch I've ever led!"
Makarov was so angry his mustache curled up. He instantly transformed into a giant over ten meters tall, reached out, grabbed the guild members on the floor one by one, and hung them under the guild's chandelier like candied hawthorns, thrashing them severely.
Only Riyao hid behind the bar, holding a glass and pretending to wipe away wine stains, humming an off-key tune, his eyes darting toward the commotion outside, pretending he hadn't participated at all. After all, he could self-heal and didn't feel pain when beaten. Makarov used to always catch him and knock him on the head for fun, so he definitely wouldn't give him the chance!
After all, love might fade, but Makarov's fists never would. Whenever he got the chance, he would give Riyao a few solid punches; since he couldn't be broken, he just hit him for fun.
Levy poked her head out to watch the excitement, and seeing Makarov put everyone down, she then heard the Master's voice.
"Gray! You walk around without clothes all day, and you don't even wear clothes when doing jobs; people have already complained to the guild!"
Gray hung his head, picking at the corner of his clothes, not daring to make a sound, the tips of his ears red enough to drip blood.
"Cana! You actually stole my vintage wine to drink!"
Cana sat on the floor, kneeling and hugging her head, muttering under her breath: "That was just the wine you left in the warehouse gathering dust; I only tasted a little..."
"Natsu! You went to help someone harvest wheat, and you actually burned all their wheat to the ground!"
Natsu scratched his head and chuckled: "It was an accident, I definitely won't do it next time."
"Macao, Wakaba, as the veterans of the guild, you didn't even know how to keep an eye on them!"
Macao and Wakaba shrank their necks and lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Makarov scanned the room, then suddenly frowned: "Riyao! Huh... where is Riyao?"
Riyao, hiding behind the bar, froze instantly. Just as he was about to dive into the storage room, he was grabbed by the back of his collar by Erza, who had been signaled by Makarov, and dragged in front of everyone.
"What? What are you doing? I didn't do anything today! Stop it." Riyao struggled, kicking his legs.
"Riyao! You were secretly Healing everyone the whole time; don't think I didn't notice!" Makarov pointed at the wine stains on the floor and the crooked chandelier. "This is the third guild door you guys have smashed! You little brat just wanted them to keep fighting longer!"
"Hehe." Riyao tilted his head.
"Bullshit, it's obvious you just wanted to watch the show!" Makarov rolled his eyes.
"No wonder!" Natsu suddenly patted his head. "I felt like the more I fought, the more energetic I got; my arms didn't even feel sore!"
Gray nodded along: "Yeah! I was just thinking my ice hammer felt stronger and stronger!"
At this moment, Levy crawled out from under the bar holding her magical texts. Looking up, she saw Natsu, Gray, Cana, and the others all kneeling neatly in the open space in the center of the guild, hands on their knees, heads hung low, looking utterly hopeless.
Erza stood behind Makarov, holding a thick notebook, her pen tip moving rapidly, writing down every word of Makarov's lecture to learn how to be a good disciplinary committee member.
Makarov, chewing on an unlit cigar, sat on the bar counter that had been dented by ice shards, patted the wine-stained tabletop, and cleared his throat.
"Gray, Natsu, no fighting! Hurry up and mop the floor!"
Gray and Natsu, who had just stood up while rubbing the heads that Makarov had knocked red, immediately started shifting the blame to each other.
"Cana! Clean up the tables!"
Cana's face instantly fell. She grabbed a pile of dirty cups stained with juice and ice shards, wailed as she rushed into the kitchen, and kicked Gray as she passed by to vent her anger.
"Riyao, take the trash out!"
Riyao stuck out his tongue, obediently grabbed the trash bag, and headed out, deliberately brushing the trash bag against Gray and Natsu's feet as he passed them.
"Erza, keep a close eye on them."
Erza immediately entered supervisor mode, changed into her light blue armor, clutched her thick notebook, and scribbled down "slacking off records" rapidly, her eyes scanning the whole room like a radar.