Year X772 — Late Spring
Location: Magnolia Town | Fairy Tail Guild Hall
Age: Ren (7) | Earza (7)
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Fairy Tail mornings began with noise.
Not the gentle kind either—no birdsong or peaceful chatter. This was the clatter-of-tables-being-fixed-again, someone-yelling-about-breakfast, magic-going-off-for-no-reason kind of noise.
Ren learned this on his third day.
He sat cross-legged near the window, eyes closed, breathing slow and even. Total Concentration: Constant flowed through him like a quiet river beneath a storm. Outside, sunlight warmed the stone streets of Magnolia.
Inside—
"STOP THROWING FIREBALLS INDOORS!"
"I MISSED!"
"THAT WAS MY CUP!"
CRASH.
Ren didn't flinch.
> Calm.
Always calm.
The guild hall door slammed open.
"NATSU! YOU OWE ME A TABLE!"
"…Who's Natsu?" Ren wondered aloud.
Earza, polishing one of her practice swords nearby, shrugged. "…Probably the loud one."
Ren opened one eye.
Half the guild was arguing. Someone with dark hair was upside down in a chair. A woman with short blue hair laughed while placing bets on who'd get thrown next. Makarov sat on the counter, sipping tea like this was all perfectly normal.
Ren closed his eye again.
> Adapt.
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Training came fast in Fairy Tail.
Not structured.
Not gentle.
But constant.
Ren discovered that the guild itself was a teacher. Watching how magic flowed differently through each member—raw, refined, reckless—taught him more than any scroll ever could.
His growth accelerated.
Not explosively.
Steadily.
Each day, his enchantments grew more alive.
He practiced reinforcing objects while chaos unfolded around him—tables that no longer broke, walls that repaired themselves mid-impact, mugs that refused to spill no matter how violently shaken.
"…Hey," a brown-haired mage muttered, shaking his mug upside down. "…Why won't this thing empty?"
Ren peeked over. "…I may have… encouraged it."
"…You WHAT."
The mug exploded.
Ren blinked. "…Over-encouraged."
Laughter erupted.
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Earza's growth was impossible to ignore.
She sparred everyone.
Tall.
Short.
Experienced.
Reckless.
If they had a weapon, she wanted to test herself against it.
Her Re-Equip magic became faster—cleaner. Armor manifested without pause, shifting mid-motion as naturally as breathing. Watching her fight was like watching intent made steel.
"Again," she demanded, eyes blazing.
A guild member twice her size groaned. "…Kid, you're terrifying."
She smiled. "…Thank you."
Ren watched from the sidelines, quietly reinforcing the floor beneath them.
> She's growing faster than I predicted.
And she wasn't just stronger.
She was happier.
Laughing louder.
Arguing without fear.
Standing tall without checking who watched.
That alone made every mile worth it.
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Bonds formed strangely in Fairy Tail.
They didn't start with trust.
They started with shared damage.
Ren helped rebuild the bar after it collapsed for the third time that week. A quiet mage with spiky hair worked beside him, glancing over occasionally.
"…You new," the mage said.
"…Yes."
"…You don't yell much."
Ren smiled. "…I listen instead."
The mage snorted. "…Good luck with that here."
They worked in silence after that.
It felt… comfortable.
Earza, meanwhile, had somehow ended up being fed by three different people at once.
"…Eat more," one insisted.
"…You're growing," said another.
"…You beat my record, you get dessert."
Earza blinked. "…I just wanted bread."
Ren hid his smile behind a cup.
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At night, the guild hall quieted.
Not silent.
Just… softer.
Ren sat on the roof, legs dangling over the edge, Magnolia lights glowing below. The Great Sage—now ever-present—observed without interruption.
> [Growth rate: Accelerated.
Environmental factor: High-stimulation, low-threat social structure.
Conclusion: Optimal.]
Ren exhaled.
"…You don't say," he murmured.
Footsteps approached.
Earza joined him, holding two skewers of grilled meat. She offered one.
"…You're thinking again."
"…Always."
She bit into hers. "…Don't think too much. You'll miss things."
He accepted the skewer. "…Like what."
She gestured to the guild below, where laughter spilled into the street.
"…This."
Ren followed her gaze.
> A place where no one disappears quietly.
"…You're right," he said softly.
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Days blurred.
Weeks passed.
Their magic matured.
Ren learned to enchant people—brief boosts of strength, focus, balance. Always careful. Always consensual.
"…I feel lighter," someone said after a spar.
"…You are," Ren replied simply.
Earza learned restraint.
Not to hold back—
—but to choose.
She learned when not to draw her sword.
That lesson was harder.
But Fairy Tail taught it in its own way—through arguments, apologies, shared meals, and nights spent sleeping on broken tables.
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One afternoon, chaos peaked.
Someone challenged someone else.
Someone else insulted someone's cooking.
Magic flared.
The floor cracked.
Makarov sighed.
Ren and Erza moved without speaking.
Reinforcement spread.
Armor flashed.
Two children stood between colliding spells and yelling adults.
"…Enough," Erza said—not loud, but firm.
Silence rippled outward.
Ren added quietly, "…If you're going to break things, at least wait until we finish reinforcing them."
The hall stared.
Then—
Laughter.
"THE KIDS ARE SCOLDING US!"
Makarov grinned. "…Looks like Fairy Tail's future is in good hands."
Ren felt warmth bloom in his chest.
Not pride.
Belonging.
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That night, Ren wrote in a small journal.
> Year X772.
Growth continues.
Magic stable.
Bonds forming faster than anticipated.
He paused, then added—
> Happy.
Erza peeked over his shoulder. "…You smiled."
"…Did I."
"…Yeah."
She leaned back, satisfied.
"…Good."
Outside, Magnolia slept.
Inside Fairy Tail, something new took root.
Not legends.
Not monsters.
Just two children growing too fast in a guild that never knew how to slow down.
And somehow—
That was exactly what made it home.
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End of Chapter 32 🍀🔥