Chapter 2: Makarov: Case Solved, Fairies Really Do Have Tails!!
The boy's exclamation and the old man's roar rang out one after another.
Looking at the short old man whose chest was heaving with anger, the boy rubbed his chin in distress and muttered:
"That's true, the Third Hokage seems to only have a slightly high hairline, he hasn't reached the level of being bald."
"Who is bald?! This old man's hair is thick, the hairline is just a bit higher, that's all!"
Looking at the old man hopping up and down, and the top of his head which had become a barren basin with only a few stubborn strands of hair holding the line on the sides...
The boy suppressed the corners of his mouth, barely holding back the urge to laugh, and apologized in a strained voice.
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else, Grandpa Super High Hairline."
Damn, what a punchable brat.
The old man, whose true identity was the Third Guild Master of Fairy Tail, Makarov, trembled with clenched fists and cursed viciously in his heart.
"Enough, you stinky brat. I am Makarov. If you want to get out of here, follow me."
After speaking, Makarov huffed like a child throwing a tantrum and turned to leave.
What he didn't see was that after he announced his name, the boy's expression went blank, and his body began to tremble.
Ma... Makarov? Isn't that a character from Fairy Tail?
Did I not travel to Dragon Ball, but to the Fairy Tail world!!
Staring at the old man's back, the boy began to observe carefully.
Unlike the clown-like outfit from his first appearance in memory, the old man was wearing a white coat trimmed with white fur, and golden epaulets with yellow tassels on the shoulders.
Inside, he wore a shirt with purple lining, paired with dark blue pants and dark brown boots.
That's right, it's Fairy Tail's Makarov. It looks like he just came back from a meeting outside!!
This is great! It's not Dragon Ball, it's Fairy Tail! From today on, I am invincible!!!
In an instant, the dark clouds hovering over the boy's head dispersed, and a ray of light called hope pierced through the clouds and bathed his entire body.
"What are you doing, brat?"
Makarov, who was leading the way, turned back suspiciously after walking a few steps and realizing there was no sound of footsteps following him.
He saw that annoying stinky brat standing there with his eyes closed, arms spread wide facing the sky with a look of enjoyment, as if he had been redeemed.
As if to confirm the boy's good mood, even the tail that was previously wrapped around his waist was now uncoiled, swaying left and right behind him, expressing his joy.
"Eh? T-Tail—!!!"
The old man was so shocked that snot accidentally dripped from his nose.
He hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his hand. After confirming that the thing swaying left and right really was a tail growing from the brat's backside, he immediately fell into deep thought.
Legend has it that fairies appear in the form of children in the forest.
Did I meet a real fairy?
"No, no, no, impossible." He shook his head vigorously and refocused his gaze on the tail.
Looking at it, it's just a monkey tail. It has nothing to do with fairies.
So, is it some kind of special race? Ah, that must be it.
Having figured it out, Makarov wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Well, it's not a fairy. Scared this old man."
Regardless of whether he was a fairy or not, Makarov felt a bit more interest in this rude brat.
At this time, the boy had also finished thanking the god of transmigration and the semi-trailer that sent him to this world, and he lowered his head.
In an instant, their eyes met. Upon realizing the other was looking at them, after the initial awkwardness, both immediately put on their brightest smiles.
"That..."
Both spoke at the same time. Adhering to the tradition of respecting the old and cherishing the young, the boy gestured for Makarov to speak first.
Clearing his throat, Makarov walked up to the boy with his hands behind his back and asked with a smile:
"Young man, I forgot to ask, what is your name?"
"My name?"
The boy had already decided to give up his original name the moment he realized he had transmigrated.
He gave himself a new name, signifying the start of a new life.
"Jiro. You can just call me Jiro."
Makarov obviously didn't dwell on the name but focused on something else.
Jiro? Just a name without a surname? Is he like those brats in the guild, a child without parents?
Although asking this to a child might touch upon painful memories they didn't want to recall...
Makarov still asked the question.
"Where is your family? Why did you enter this forest?"
To the first question, Jiro just shook his head and didn't answer.
To the second question, he lied casually:
"I was hungry and came into the forest to catch some prey, but I got lost."
As he spoke, Jiro's stomach cooperated by letting out a loud 'gurgle'.
Makarov sighed with hidden heartache. Another poor child.
But this is good too. The probability of abducting a child without parents into the guild is higher.
Thinking this, Makarov proactively extended his hand and issued an invitation:
"Since you have nowhere to go, how about coming to my guild, Fairy Tail?
Although it's not luxurious or exquisite, there are many children your age there.
You can make friends there, and treat everyone in the guild as family."
Facing the short old man who was shorter than him, and the kindly extended palm, Jiro's face moved. He clenched his right fist and slowly reached out his hand.
Seeing this, the corners of Makarov's mouth were just about to rise into a smile, when he saw Jiro extend his pinky finger and nonchalantly pick his nose.
"Hmm~ Sounds pretty good, but you know, joining someone else's guild is so boring.
To tell you the truth, I am super strong. In the future, I plan to build my own guild and incidentally become a Wizard Saint.
I've even thought of the guild name. It'll be called Saiyan Tail.
How about it? Doesn't it sound good?"
Makarov: #
Makarov couldn't hold it back anymore. He thought he had seen plenty of difficult brats—after all, his own guild was full of them.
But for someone to be this punchable, making him want to physically hit someone... this stinky brat named Jiro was the first.