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[Adam C. POV]
Yawning, I woke up to the comforting sound of the morning birds singing outside my house.
"Ready for a day full of adventures?!" Mavis asked, leaning in like there wasn't a thing such as personal space.
"It's Sunday, the only adventure waiting for today, it's the one known as procrastination," I replied, rolling my eyes at my gno-sized companion, as I gathered the necessary will power to get off the bed.
Eventually, thanks to a herculean effort on my part, I pushed myself off the bed, signaling the start of a new day for .
Yawning one last ti, I glanced around the familiar room, the soft morning light leaking in through the gaps of the old curtain, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.
It had been a month since the events of the Tower, and well. Not much had happened since that day.
Jellal was officially sentenced, and though his sentence had been reduced due to the fact he had been brainwashed the whole ti, he would still serve a long ti.
Not all was bad for Jellal though.
Thanks to Yajima, Makarov, and the good word I put for Jellal with the King, in order to alleviate Erza's mind, the respective authorities were giving Jellal the treatnt he needed for his condition.
Whether or not this would bring back the Jellal Erza knew, was left uncertain.
As for Erza.
She was fine.
It hadn't taken her long to recover from the ntal strain that shit had brought on us.
"You should make a pool, or a library, so much space, but little to do," Mavis muttered, snapping out of my long riviere.
A pool was out of the question, seeing it would invite chaos into my space, but a library didn't sound all that bad.
But that was a thought for another day.
Heading to the kitchen, I flicked the switch, the overhead light sputtering to life. Hungry, I reached into the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs, so butter, and a half-full jug of orange juice.
My eyes flickered over to the stove, before moving to take out the pan from the oven underneath. It wasn't before long before the room was filled with the comfortable sound of sizzling butter.
Then, just as I was about to crack the first egg onto the pan, I felt sothing change in the air.
A powerful surge of magical energy, pulsating through the air. My hands stilled, the eggshell hovering over the pan. The raw energy was thunderous, loud and electrifying.
I could recognize it anywhere, this power, this presence, there was no doubt, it was Laxus. The corners of my mouth turned upwards in a smile.
The errant son had returned.
Chuckling at the unexpected interruption in my boring routine, I continued cooking.
Thinking that perhaps, today was going to be interesting, after all.
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[Laxus Dreyar. POV.]
The town of Magnolia sprawled out before , the familiar streets and buildings being more than welcoming sight for sore eyes.
I could feel the magical signatures of everyone in the town, more specifically those in the Guild.
Though above all, one stood, swallowing most of the energies around. Adam.
I closed my eyes for a mont, focusing on his magical energy. His power resonated from the outskirts of town, rippling out into the town in gentle waves.
A faint smile crossed my lips.
It seed the bastard had gotten pretty strong.
But he wasn't the only one.
"Laxus-sama... Is this... power we're feeling, Adam?" Fried asked, breaking out of my thoughts, his voice hesitant, as if in disbelief of what he was feeling.
"Yes," I replied with a nod.
"Haha! No wonder you left those Phantom Suckers to him!" Bickslow chuckled, his signature grin plastered on his face.
"Well, he's a monster, that's for sure," Evergreen muttered under her breath.
"Let's move," I replied, closing my arms. There would be ti to chit chat later, right now, I wanted to get ho.
Walking down the cobbled streets, I took in the town I'd grown up in. Each brick, each stone seed to tell a story, reflecting a piece of history.
It had been months since I last walked these paths, but nothing seed to have changed. The sa old bakery at the corner, the familiar sll of fresh loafs filling the air; the creaky signboard of the bookstore across the street, still crooked; the echoes of laughter from the children playing in the park, their joyous energy bubbling in the air.
There truly was no place like ho.
Eventually, we arrived at the Guild.
The doors of Guild creaked under my touch, revealing the all-too-familiar sight of chaos within, Natsu fighting Gray, Elfman joining them in.
As I walked in, I took the sights around .
Levi's group huddled over a map in a corner, planning out a mission while another guild mber dangled upside down from the rafters, juggling what appeared to be live chickens.
Sowhere, amidst the ruckus, I could hear the soft strumming of a guitar.
The lody broke almost as soon as I heard it by a deafening crash. A table, with two laughing wizards on top, slid past , knocking over chairs and startling a few mbers on the back.
A hint of nostalgia washed over , coupled with an overwhelming sense of warmth.
An uncontrolled grin tugged at my lips.
Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed here.
This was ho.
My ho.
Behind the bar, Mirajane was smiling, her hands expertly juggling bottles and glasses despite the bedlam around her. Seeing , her eyes lit up and she waved, her cheerfulness contagious.
"Laxus!" Mirajane exclaid, "Welco back! How was your trip?"
"Uneventful," I replied, making my way to the bar.
"Want anything?" Mirajane asked, smiling at .
"Orange juice," I replied, crossing my arms as I slid onto a stool.
"Orange juice? Really?" Wakaba said, raising an eyebrow at as he walked towards the bar. "You're in a bar and you want orange juice? Not only that, how can a man order that?"
"Don't you have sothing better to do, like avoiding Cana?" I replied, glaring at him in a cold manner.
Orange juice was a perfectly fine option for a drink. And I fucking dared anyone to tell otherwise.
"I... don't like to talk about that," Wakaba muttered, looking away from .
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Mirajane, who was already pouring a glass of orange juice.
"Guess what?" Mirajane said, placing the glass in front of .
"I don't like gossip," I replied, taking the glass.
"But Laxus, this isn't just gossip! It's about your bestest friend, your brother from another mother, your one and only rival," Mirajane said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Bestest... friend?" Fried echoed, as Bickslow snickered in the back.
"Oh yeah, the bestest!" Mirajane nodded with a beaming smile.
I could feel my eyes twitching. She was teasing ... changed my ass, she's still as chaotic as always, just under a different mask.
"Get to the point, Mira," I replied, taking a sip of my orange juice.
"Well, Laxus, your bestest friend in the whole wide world, the one you see as a brother, has beco one of the Wizard Saints!" Mirajane exclaid, clapping her hands together.
He WHAT?!
At that precise mont, the orange juice that I had just taken a sip of decided to go down the wrong pipe. So, I choked and spluttered, coughing uncontrollably, my eyes watering as I tried to catch my breath.
"Are you okay, Laxus?" Mirajane asked, tilting her head. "Do you need your bestest friend?"
"Laxus-sama!" Fried cried out, handing a tissue.
I paid them no mind.
My mind was simply too busy processing this bit of news. The bastard had joined the Wizard Saints.
If he thinks he will take the lead so easily, he has another thing coming. If he's one of the Wizard Saints, I just have to beco one of the Gods of Ishgar.
I never really cared for the title; it seed more like an annoyance than a benefit. That being said, I can't let that fucker climb that obnoxious ladder unchallenged, it might just go to his head.
I grinned.
Friendly competition, right?
"He has that face again," Bickslow muttered.
"Mira, why did you have to do this? You pushed the Adam button! Every ti soone does, he trains us to our graves!" Evergreen whispered angrily at Mira, eyeing warily.
"I have no idea what you an, Evergreen," Mirajane replied with a seemingly innocent giggle. "Right Laxus?"
I chuckled darkly. "Let's go, we have training to do."
I can't wait to fight him. But first, a little warm up, to get things moving.
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