Chapter 151: FTRJ: Chapter 151

“I can’t believe they’re fighting amongst themselves!” Carla exclaimed, speechless as she gestured towards the chaotic brawl erupting before

“I can’t believe they’re fighting amongst themselves!” Carla exclaimed, speechless as she gestured towards the chaotic brawl erupting before them.

Panther Lily and Happy remained surprisingly uninvolved, while Natsu and Gajeel were locked in a furious exchange. To make matters even more bizarre, Gray and Elfman had inexplicably joined the fray.

“Hahaha, let’s just ignore them,” Finn said with a laugh.

“Looks like those guys are all brawn and no brains,” Nancy sighed, shaking her head in amusement.

“Isn’t it rather entertaining?” Finn countered, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Nancy smiled, shaking her head slightly. “A little, I suppose.”

“Hey, Finn, how can you just sit there and watch?”

“I still have a score to settle with you!”

Suddenly, a hand shot out from the midst of the chaotic melee, grabbing Finn and yanking him into the heart of the brawl.

“You jerk!” Finn’s voice rang out above the din of the fighting.

“No time for chatter, take this!” Natsu bellowed, launching a powerful punch.

“If you’re a man, you must win!” Elfman roared, his voice echoing through the guildhall.

“Someone’s trying to take my clothes off!” Gray’s terrified shriek cut through the air.

“Ah! The exhilarating clash of flesh and muscle! Juvia must join in!!” Juvia excitedly declared, her eyes shining with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“Calm down!” Lucy desperately clung to Juvia, attempting to prevent her from joining the fray.

As the number of participants in the brawl continued to escalate, Freed, who had been engaged in a conversation with Laxus, rose to his feet.

With a refined air, he neatly adjusted his clothing before announcing, “Occasionally seizing the opportunity to partake in a bit of good-natured mayhem is quite agreeable.”

“Indeed!” Bickslow exclaimed, suddenly appearing from the sidelines, his voice echoing Freed’s sentiment.

“Honestly, a bunch of overgrown children,” Laxus muttered under his breath, shaking his head in exasperation.

Suddenly, a shoe, seemingly launched from the chaotic melee with surprising force, struck Laxus squarely in the face.

Freed visibly flinched in surprise.

The shoe landed on the floor, revealing Laxus, his face now adorned with a prominent shoe print, his expression darkening considerably.

“You lot! I’m going to make you all pay for this!” Laxus roared, his voice filled with barely contained rage, before charging headfirst into the heart of the chaotic brawl.

“Laxus!” Freed shouted, his voice echoing through the guildhall.

“In that case, I must follow Laxus’s lead!”

With a determined expression, Freed strode confidently towards the melee, only to be unceremoniously flung backwards a split second later, his body colliding with a row of chairs and tables, sending them tumbling in a chaotic cascade.

Bickslow watched the scene unfold, his face paling visibly as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

…

Lisanna, observing the scene from the second floor, leaned against the railing, her hands clasped tightly around the banister. A smile played upon her lips as she watched the guild descend into utter chaos.

“The guild’s changed a lot, but it’s still Fairy Tail,” she remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“Hehe,” Mirajane responded softly, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

“Speaking of which, Mirajane seems a little different,” Lisanna said, turning her gaze towards Mirajane. “At this time of day, you’d usually be locked in a fierce battle with Erza, wouldn’t you?”

Mirajane shook her head, her expression serene and thoughtful. “For me now, my competitive spirit isn’t as strong as it once was.”

“I’d rather just smile and watch them make a ruckus,” she added softly.

Lisanna gently grasped Mirajane’s hand, her expression turning slightly somber.

“I’m sorry, Mirajane. If it weren’t for me…”

Mirajane gently covered Lisanna’s mouth, silencing her words.

“It’s not your fault, Lisanna. You don’t need to blame yourself. On the contrary, it’s I who should be seeking your forgiveness,” Mirajane said, her voice laced with genuine remorse.

As if sensing the undercurrent of sadness in Mirajane’s words, Lisanna spoke softly, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Let’s not dwell on this. Aren’t I standing right here, perfectly fine?”

Mirajane nodded, a gentle smile returning to her lips.

“Speaking of…” Lisanna’s gaze shifted towards the chaotic melee below, her eyes falling upon Finn, whose face was now sporting a rather impressive swelling on one side, a testament to the intensity of the brawl.

“Just how far have things progressed between you and Finn?” Lisanna asked, her voice laced with a playful teasing tone.

“I remember you being quite proactive in the past,” she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Upon hearing this topic, Mirajane’s face instantly flushed a deep crimson, her cheeks burning with a fiery blush. Even a faint wisp of steam seemed to emanate from her forehead, a physical manifestation of her embarrassment.

Involuntarily, Mirajane’s mind drifted back to that day during the cherry blossom season, the day she and Finn had officially confirmed their relationship.

Observing Mirajane’s flustered state, Lisanna seemed to grasp the situation immediately. She playfully covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she whispered,

“Looks like things have progressed quite nicely!”

“Mirajane, when are you planning to have a little baby?” she teased, her voice laced with playful curiosity.

“Ba… ba-baby…!” Mirajane’s body froze, her face now a shade of crimson that defied description.

Her mind began to wander, lost in a delightful fantasy.

A vision of Finn emerged in her mind’s eye—his handsome face, his slightly tousled hair, his captivating smile—each detail seeming to stir her heartstrings.

“My dearest Mira! Let’s get married!”

“And have a hundred babies!”

In her fantasy, Mirajane, though blushing profusely, responded with a shy yet affirmative nod.

“Okay…”

“A hundred babies…”

The scene shifted, transforming into a vision of a more mature Finn—his face now adorned with a sophisticated, well-groomed mustache, his stylish hair neatly slicked back, revealing his strikingly handsome features.

…

He exuded an air of sophisticated maturity and charm. His face was lit with a tender, loving expression as he cradled two adorable babies in his arms.

Mirajane, dressed in the attire of a devoted homemaker, served him a succession of delectable dishes, each one prepared with meticulous care and affection. She softly called out to her husband, inviting him to partake in the meal.

Finn, with a gentle smile, carefully placed the babies in their carriage before gently embracing Mirajane.

His magnetic voice whispered softly in her ear, “You’ve worked so hard, my dear!”

He then leaned in, gently kissing her forehead. Mirajane, overcome with affection, snuggled into Finn’s embrace, her senses overwhelmed by his captivating presence.

The intoxicating scent of Finn enveloped Mirajane, filling her heart with an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment.

…

Lisanna, observing Mirajane’s reaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, found her sister’s behavior rather peculiar. She gently waved her hand in front of Mirajane’s face, but Mirajane remained completely unresponsive, lost in her daydream.

With a soft voice, Lisanna called out to her sister.

“Mirajane?”

“Mirajane? What’s wrong?”

“Ah!” Lisanna’s voice, though soft, was enough to break Mirajane from her reverie. Mirajane’s eyes snapped open, and she found herself met with her sister’s curious and slightly concerned gaze.

Reality crashed back, and a wave of intense embarrassment washed over Mirajane.

With a flustered expression, Mirajane quickly covered her face with her hands, before hastily retreating from the scene, leaving Lisanna alone, utterly bewildered by her sister’s sudden departure.

After a moment of stunned silence, Lisanna’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she watched Mirajane’s retreating figure.

“So, Mirajane’s shy,” she murmured to herself, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“But she’s so cute like this! It’s a rare sight indeed!” Lisanna exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection.

“It seems Mirajane and Finn have made significant progress in their relationship. Doesn’t that mean I’ll be an aunt very soon?”

Lisanna, too, seemed to be lost in a daydream of her own, a silly grin spreading across her face as she imagined the prospect of becoming an aunt.

The boisterous celebrations within the Fairy Tail guildhall finally subsided into a peaceful calm as the early hours of the morning arrived.

An almost unnatural quiet settled over the guildhall, punctuated only by the occasional soft snores emanating from the exhausted guild members.

Exhausted from their joyous revelry, the Fairy Tail members lay scattered across the floor in a variety of positions, fast asleep.

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