Chapter 3: Jiro: I Am Not a Mascot!!
Don't get too carried away!
A short figure jumped up and knocked heavily on Jiro's forehead.
Even though he was shorter than the twelve-year-old Jiro, he knocked Jiro to the ground with one blow. Jiro rolled back and forth on the ground, covering his forehead in pain.
Wah! It hurts, hurts, hurts! What are you doing, smelly old man? Can you really bring yourself to hit such a small child? Are you even an adult?
I don't think a brat who can punch a tree thick enough for several adults to hug and make it crooked is an ordinary child.
Clenching his fist, Makarov glanced at the tree that tilted to one side with broken roots after being punched twice by Jiro earlier, and spoke viciously.
Although he liked to abduct, phooey, recruit young children into the guild.
He didn't just take any child. The reason he invited Jiro was not only because the tail was interesting but also because he took a fancy to his terrifying physical strength.
So, obediently join Fairy Tail, you ignorant stinky brat.
In his past life, Jiro was not someone who feared power. Even in the Fairy Tail world, facing Makarov, a powerful Mage with the title of Wizard Saint, he would not yield casually.
But... if his tail was grabbed, the situation was different.
Wait, wait, I was just joking just now. Actually, regarding Fairy Tail... I have yearned for it for a long time.
Makarov, who grabbed the interesting tail and observed it carefully in front of his eyes, blinked curiously when he heard the weak voice of the stinky brat beneath him.
It seems... your voice is quieter than before.
No such thing... maybe I am just hungry.
One old and one young, one standing and one lying down, their gazes met in the air.
Suddenly, Makarov tentatively tightened his grip on the tail.
Jiro seemed to have his strength drained instantly, and even his eyelids drooped.
But as soon as he let go, Jiro recovered instantly, continuing to stare at him with big, watery eyes full of affection, as if nothing had happened.
After tightening and relaxing his grip a few times, and watching Jiro switch between powerless and powerful a few times, the corners of Makarov's mouth outlined an arc, as if he had seen a fun toy.
Seeing this, Jiro knew that struggling was hopeless. He lay flat completely, giving up, staring blankly into the distance with a tear dripping from the corner of his eye.
...
A few minutes later, two small figures walked out of the woods one after another and stepped onto the main road.
Looking at the road, which was less than a short thousand meters away from where they were before.
Jiro ground his teeth in annoyance, regretting why he didn't try to leave first. He messed around with all that nonsense, and finally ended up as this smelly old man's prisoner.
Makarov didn't care what he was thinking. He walked side by side with him, smiling as he spoke:
Brat, don't think too much. Today's meeting is a destiny ordained by fate.
Looking at this tail, you must be from the legendary Fairy clan, right?
Who is a fairy? I think you are the fairy, you bald child-trafficking fairy.
Jiro retorted indignantly, but his sarcasm didn't affect Makarov's good mood at all. He continued to speak on his own:
This is really great. Whether fairies have tails or not has finally been verified today.
Starting today, join my guild as a fairy and become the guild's mascot.
Yah~ I really need to let little Cana take a look quickly. Such a cute mascot is quite rare among the guild.
Hey, what do you take the body of a cute ten-year-old boy for?!
I'll kill you, you dead bald old man!!
Jiro cursed madly in his heart. If he hadn't just arrived in this world today, would a dignified future Super Saiyan be subdued by a smelly old man who couldn't even keep his hair?
Unreconciled, he lowered his head and glanced around.
No, I must escape before he takes me back to Fairy Tail!!
While he was brainstorming and conceiving escape plans one after another, Makarov beside him suddenly stopped, turned around with a smile, and opened his arms.
Look, this is Magnolia, the town where my Fairy Tail is located.
So close!!!
Looking at the journey of less than three or four hundred meters behind him, and then looking at the bustling small town full of people coming and going in front of him, Jiro's face instantly turned ashen.
I f***ing just transmigrated into a small grove outside Magnolia?!
Realizing this point, Jiro felt unwell instantly. But what could he do? Suddenly appearing in a strange environment with lush branches and leaves, he had never had experience surviving in a jungle.
Being able to create a small fire relying on knowledge occasionally learned in short videos was his limit. Where would he get the guts to run around in an unfamiliar jungle!!!
Fate played a joke on him that was too cruel, so much so that he appeared listless for the rest of the way.
He didn't even know when he was finally led into the Fairy Tail guild by Makarov.
He only knew that when he came back to his senses, he was surrounded by a crowd of familiar yet strange faces.
...
Going back to more than ten minutes ago, Makarov, who was preparing to introduce his proud town to Jiro properly, scratched his shiny bald head strangely as he looked at the boy who suddenly withered for some reason and had a dull expression.
Brat, the mascot thing was just a joke. Regardless of whether you are willing to join or not, going to my guild to fill your stomach first is never wrong.
Thinking that the other party was frightened by his previous words, Makarov hurriedly changed to a kindly tone to comfort him.
But Jiro still looked lifeless with his head hanging down, leaving Makarov wondering where the problem lay.
Is he hungry to the point of brain damage? Sigh, what a pitiful kid.
Forget it, let's take him back to the guild first.
Heartached, Makarov patted the boy's arm to signal him to keep up. Fortunately, the boy wasn't completely broken and still had basic feedback to outside sounds and actions.
Watching the boy slowly follow up, Makarov also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly turned around to lead him toward the guild.