Sabertooth used to be an unremarkable, small guild.
It wasn't until they appointed a new Guild Master and gained five powerful mages that they rose to beco the number-one guild in the Kingdom of Fiore, surpassing Fairy Tail.
Each of these five individuals wielded extraordinary magic:
White Dragon Slayer Magic
Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic
Thunder God Slayer Magic
mory-Make Magic
Advanced Super Magic: Absolute Territory
Since Princess Hisui selected Sabertooth for the tournant, Nate guessed that their leadership had already changed.
When the King's tournant began, he would likely et them in Crocus.
…
After New Year's
Life returned to its normal rhythm, though most guild mbers were still more interested in the Pokémon tournant than guild assignnts.
Between taking on quests, they would jump into the ga's competitive mode, aiming for a spot in the top 1,000 players.
The most motivated player, however, was none other than Lucy. The impoverished young lady was utterly captivated by the prize money.
On the fourth day, Nate noticed Lucy had climbed into the top 100. He couldn't help but laugh.
It was also on this day that Makarov finally returned.
The Third Guild Master strolled into the guild hall and was imdiately greeted by Mira.
"Master, you're back!"
"I've retired. Nate's the Guild Master now," Makarov said with a chuckle. "How's the guild been lately?"
"Everything's normal... I think?" Mirajane replied, her tone uncertain.
"What's with that hesitation?" Makarov asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Nothing to worry about," Mirajane replied with an innocent smile.
As Makarov's expression shifted to suspicion, Mirajane silently thought about how Nate frequently complained about his new responsibilities. Wait until he sees Master again—he'll definitely try to hand the position back.
…
anwhile, on the second floor
Nate received a ssage from Ur.
Ur: "I'm back. Did you miss ? ?"
Sigma Male: "Of course."
Ur: "Master Makarov should be at the guild now. I'll check on my daughter first—see you later~"
Makarov is back?
With his Six Eyes, Nate imdiately detected the old man's magic presence on the ground floor.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the work he was doing in the office and rushed downstairs.
This Guild Master nonsense ends today.
At the bar, Nate spotted Makarov chatting with Mira.
"Welco back, Master~," Nate greeted him with a beaming smile.
Makarov turned and gave him a wary look, sensing an ulterior motive behind the smile.
Mira, anwhile, retrieved a bottle of fruit wine from the shelf and poured Nate a glass.
Nate took the drink, sat next to Makarov, and asked, "So, Master, is the Council's mission over?"
"When it cos to... that mage, the Council won't give up easily," Makarov replied, shaking his head.
Nate thought to himself: At least the Council is diligent when it cos to maintaining order in the magic world.
Still, he couldn't help but feel that sotis ignorance was bliss.
"I heard you partnered with the Kingdom of Fiore to organize a Pokémon tournant," Makarov said, suddenly bringing up the event.
Nate's heart skipped a beat. "Is the Council unhappy about it?"
"The current Chairman isn't too pleased but doesn't have a reason to stop it—yet," Makarov replied with a laugh. "The Council might send people to participate, so be careful not to give them any leverage."
Leverage? Nate wondered. It's just a tournant. What could they possibly use against us?
Surely, they weren't worried about Crocus being demolished. This wasn't like the Grand Magic Gas, after all.
Still, the sooner he could unload the Guild Master title, the better.
Thinking of this, Nate imdiately stood up and clapped his hands to grab the attention of everyone in the guild hall.
"What's going on, Nate?"
"Ahem... Everyone, please listen to . I have an important announcent to make!"
He cleared his throat dramatically, carefully choosing his words.
Mirajane, ever the perfect partner for theatrics, chid in, "What kind of important announcent?"
Even Makarov couldn't help but look on with curiosity.
With all eyes on him, Nate finally spoke in a loud voice:
"I've been serving as the Guild Master for nearly a month. During this ti, I've co to realize one thing—this job is not for !"
"Every night, I toss and turn, wracked with fear that I'm not capable enough for this role!"
"Therefore, I've made up my mind to take an action that goes against convention!"
"This will be my final command as the Fourth Guild Master!"
Everyone stared in stunned silence, except for Mira, who was holding back laughter.
Taking a dramatic pause, Nate continued:
"I... have decided to retire."
"And with my authority as the Fourth Guild Master, I hereby appoint Makarov Dreyar as the Fifth Guild Master of Fairy Tail!"
"Let's give him a warm welco!"
Clap clap clap.
No one cheered. The only applause ca from Nate himself.
Everyone else stood frozen in disbelief.
Makarov's jaw dropped so low it nearly hit the floor.
I just escaped the hell of being Guild Master, freed from the nightmare of writing apology letters! I haven't even had ti to celebrate! And now, I'm the Guild Master again?!
"No!"
Not even a mont of joy was granted—especially since he'd been busy hunting Zeref for the Council during this ti.
"Wait a mont..."
Makarov hurriedly put down his beer, ready to offer so advice.
"Young man, don't give up so easily. Challenges are what forge character. You shouldn't quit just because it's tough!"
But before Makarov could finish his words, Nate interrupted him.
"Oh, Master, I just rembered I left so laundry at ho. Bye-bye!"
With a cheerful smile, Nate waved farewell.
In the next instant, a golden flash enveloped him, and he disappeared from the guild hall.
Staring at the now-empty barstool beside him, Makarov was left utterly dumbfounded.
Mirajane couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. Covering her mouth, she teased, "Master, looks like you're the Guild Master again!"
"That's the problem!!"
Makarov clenched his fists, his body trembling with frustration.
After a long silence, he erupted in a roar:
"In that case, I'll just be the Guild Master until I die! Damn it!!!"
And now I have to write apology letters again!
…
At Nate's Apartnt
Nate teleported ho and hadn't even had a chance to sit down or make himself a cup of chamomile tea when he sensed feedback from his Flying Thunder God ti-space marker.
"It's reached 400 years in the past already?"
From the mont he had cast the ti-space marker, nearly a month and a half had passed.
Traveling through ti was no easy feat.
Princess Hisui's Eclipse Plan aid to send people 400 years into the past to kill Zeref before he beca the progenitor of dark mages. It had taken her seven years of preparation.
Even with Nate's mastery of Truth Magic and the Flying Thunder God technique, just sending a marker back had taken a month and a half of effort.
"Will traveling back in ti and altering history violate the taboo of the God of Ti?"
After so thought, Nate decided it likely wouldn't.
In the original tiline's Eclipse Plan, Future Lucy had used this magic to return to the past in the year X791 without suffering any punishnt or curse from the God of Ti.
Unlike Ankhseram, who governs Life and Death and actively curses violators, the God of Ti probably didn't care about such things.
"In that case, this should work."
With that reassurance, Nate opened his friends list and saw that Irene was online.
With a thought, he shifted his consciousness into the Deep Web.
…
[Celestial Pokémon Farm], an Unfinished Map
In a small patch of farmland, Irene humd a cheerful tune as she watered vegetables with an elegant, ornate watering can.
Around her were several adorable Pokémon frolicking about.
Nate materialized silently, and Irene didn't notice his arrival at first.
"I've got so exciting news for you," he said, startling her.
"I'm heading to 400 years in the past."
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