Makarov raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat displeased:
"The Magic Council Headquarters' academy?"
"Isn't that open for enrollment to the entire continent? What does it mean that these children are sent directly to study?"
"They don't need assessment?"
"Just because they are the children of Councilors?"
"Those guys...."
Yajima looked helpless:
"Hey, hey, hey, my grandson was also sent in."
"You're cursing me too."
Makarov snorted coldly:
"Then you're not a good person either."
Yajima shrugged:
"There's nothing that can be done."
"After all, it's the Magic Council first, then the academy."
"As Councilors, they all want to seek some benefits for their children."
"So this is practically a default, it's been going on for several years."
"What's more..."
"As children of Councilors, having received excellent training since childhood, their talent and strength are simply incomparable to those of commoners' children."
"Just like that group of kids outside, the one being besieged is Siegrain."
"His father is the Finance Minister of the Helen Kingdom, his mother is a second-level Councilor of the Magic Council, and he himself possesses the rare Celestial Magic."
"His Magic talent has been praised endlessly even by the Speaker."
"He even stated directly that within ten years, the Ishgar Continent will have one more Wizard Saint level Mage."
"With such talent, why would he need to compete with commoners' children?"
"On the contrary."
"If he were to be thrown into the mix with those commoners' children and compete with them, that would be the greatest unfairness."
"Because Siegrain, from the moment he was born, surpassed them countless times."
Among the children playing outside, the blue-haired Siegrain's expression was elegant and composed, the Magic he released with a raised hand easily pushed back the surging children, even though he himself was also a child.
Just from the elegant and composed way he fought, one could see why the Speaker praised his Magic talent; this combat intuition alone is not something ordinary children possess.
Coupled with his extremely rare Celestial Magic and family background, becoming a Wizard Saint might truly not be just talk.
Makarov listened, and couldn't help but be speechless, only able to nod helplessly:
"If you put it that way, you're not wrong...."
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Not letting these second generations enter early, but making them compete with commoner children who have no background, no guidance, only talent, Makarov could already imagine what the situation would be like.
Perhaps it was because the academy's model was different from the Guild.
Makarov still couldn't agree with this practice of using connections, but he couldn't find any words to refute it.
The airship took off from Magnolia Town and did not fly east towards the central part of the Ishgar Continent, but continued west to the Capital of the Fiore Kingdom to pick up other noble children, as there was still some time before the negotiations began....
A week later.
Fairy Tail, the Guild Hall of the Guild's headquarters was deserted, Cana didn't even have any glasses to wipe, and was yawning boredly, propping up her chin.
Due to the Pokémon wave stirred up by Gar.
The Guild members were either going to the West Side Forest to find a Pokémon they liked, or searching in the streets and alleys of the town for that mysterious Dratini.
The originally lively Guild was quite quiet at this time.
This made Cana, who had been used to the noisy Guild since joining Fairy Tail, feel somewhat unaccustomed to this quietness.
At the entrance, Elfman's "hiss" sound came, and the Mirajane siblings walked in.
Lisanna, looking like a little adult, lectured Elfman:
"I told you, Elfman brother, not to challenge Infernape again."
"Now look."
"It's like this again!"
Elfman covered his bruised and swollen head with one hand, and said dully:
"But Infernape is really strong."
"You see, other Pokémon don't dare to provoke him, and I also want to be that kind of person."
"Only then can I protect you better."
Mirajane led the two to the bar:
"Excuse me, Cana."
Cana had already skillfully taken out ice cubes, put them in glasses, and pushed them in front of the three:
"It's nothing."
"Did Elfman go looking for a beating again?"
Mirajane nodded helplessly, reached out and put her hand into the glass, picked up an ice cube, pushed Elfman's hand away, and pressed the ice cube onto his beaten and swollen right cheek:
"That Infernape is too strong."
"There are so many other Pokémon to catch, but this guy insists on choosing the most difficult one."
Infernape is not only strong, but also very irritable.
Elfman went to the West Side Forest for five days and was beaten eight times.
Four of those beatings were on the first day, and in the following days, he couldn't bear it anymore and could only go once a day.
Elfman said firmly:
"Because I want to protect my sister, and Lisanna, and everyone in the Guild!"
"So I must choose the strongest!"
Cana couldn't help but give a thumbs up after listening, praising:
"You've been beaten so many times and still don't back down."
"You really have perseverance."
"You will definitely succeed."
Elfman chuckled, and said confidently:
"I think so too!"
After being praised by Cana, Elfman immediately recovered his spirits.
Mirajane couldn't help but hold her forehead, picked up the glass of ice cubes, and shoved it into Elfman's hand irritably:
"Hold it yourself and apply ice."
Then Mirajane ordered three glasses of juice, looked at the deserted Guild, and sighed:
"It's so quiet."
"It would be great to take a nap at this time."
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