Lucy's POV
The doors to Fairy Tail exploded open as Natsu kicked them wide. "We're back!" he shouted, his face bright with that infectious, carefree grin only Natsu could pull off—like coming home was the best part of his day.
Wow. That's my entrance to Fairy Tail? I was hoping for a handshake, not a demolition derby…
Mickey Chickentiger, a brown-haired mage with a face like he'd had one too many bad days, immediately pointed at Natsu. "You're the one who trashed Hargeon looking for 'Salamander'!"
Natsu shrugged. "Hey, the Salamander was a fake. Don't blame me."
Before anyone could respond, Natsu launched Mickey across the room with a single kick. Mickey crashed into a table, which toppled into a stack of chairs, sending them flying like bowling pins. One chair ricocheted off the wall, bounced off Gray's head, and landed squarely on Happy, who simply purred and curled up on it, as if claiming his new throne. The chaos was instant—plates, cards, and even a stray shoe whizzed through the air.
Lucy instinctively flattened herself against the wall, her heart hammering against her ribs as a stray spell whizzed past her ear. This is Fairy Tail? I was expecting something grand and dignified… not a tornado of chairs and half-naked wizards. Is this really a famous wizard guild? I thought there'd be order, maybe a grand welcome… not a full-scale indoor hurricane!
Gray Fullbuster, already down to his boxers, charged at Natsu, ice swirling around his fists. "You wanna go, flame brain?"
"Bring it, ice stripper!" Natsu shot back, flames licking his hands.
Cana, perched on a barrel with a drink in hand, flicked a handful of cards slicing through the air like ninja stars to block a flying chair. "Gray, you're stripping again," she called without looking up.
Gray glanced down, shrugged, and muttered, "Not this time… I think." Across the room, wakaba just sighed and tossed a towel in Gray's general direction, not even looking up from his drink. Is this just a Tuesday for them?
Elfman roared about manliness as he tackled two mages at once. Loke tried to flirt with a group of girls—only to get smacked by Laki Olietta's wooden arm. Bisca Mulan, rifle glowing, fired warning shots into the ceiling. "Keep it down, you blockheads!" she shouted, as a stray spell ricocheted and nearly hit Mirajane behind the bar.
As the brawl continued, I found myself staring in a daze, trying to process the whirlwind of magic, flying furniture, and half-dressed wizards. Suddenly, a gentle voice pulled me back to reality.
"Hi there! You must be new," said Mirajane, approaching with that famous smile. For a second, I just stared—she was even prettier in person than she looked in Sorcerer Magazine. Is this really Mirajane Strauss? I must look like a total fangirl…
I blurted, "Um, Mirajane? Is… is it always like this here? The fighting, the chaos?"
Mirajane laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, don't worry! This is perfectly normal for Fairy Tail. Isn't it more fun this way?" She winked—just as a bottle came sailing out of nowhere and bonked her squarely on the head.
"Mirajane!" I gasped, watching her stagger and collapse.
Before I could react, a tall, silver-haired stranger swept in without a word. He gently picked Mirajane up and carried her behind the bar, his movements calm and sure as he started tending to her injury. I watched, wide-eyed, not recognizing the mysterious mage.
Here's the revised section with Lucy's first impression of Yume, now including his wild silver-gray hair with bright purple streaks, and a clear description of his body type (tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, athletic—like Jotaro Kujo, but without naming him). The rest of the chapter remains unchanged for continuity:
He wore a long, midnight-blue coat, cut like a military uniform with a stiff collar, pierced on the left with a golden chain. Underneath, a fitted, sleeveless shirt hugged a frame that was tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built—his physique strikingly muscular and athletic, the kind you'd expect from a seasoned fighter. His slim, sharply flared trousers were held up by two thin belts patterned with colorful triangles. His polished shoes gleamed like he'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine. His cap, adorned with a golden button and mysterious plate, blended into his wild silver-gray hair, which tumbled in tousled waves and was streaked through with vivid, bright purple. One eye was bright gold, the other vivid red with a scar running down his cheek.
He looked like someone who'd survived a hundred battles—and maybe a few hairbrushes. That wild hair with those purple streaks… and that build—he looks like he could lift a carriage with one hand. Who is he? There was something knightly about him, but also a kind of lonely distance. I couldn't help but wonder what his story was.
This description now fully captures Yume's unique hair and imposing, athletic build, as well as Lucy's curiosity and first impression.
The stranger knelt beside Mirajane with calm urgency. His hands were steady and practiced as he checked her injury—skills that screamed, "I've got this." He tore a clean napkin and pressed it gently to her head.
"You'll be fine, Mirajane. It's not deep, but keep pressure on it," he said, voice low and polite, eyes steady and reassuring. "Let me know if you feel dizzy."
Mirajane blinked, surprised by his gentle touch and confidence. For a moment, her eyes widened—then a small, genuine smile played on her lips. "Thank you, Yume… You're really something," she said, warmth and a hint of delight in her voice.
As he worked, Happy—who'd just returned from a mission with Natsu—trotted over, rubbing his face against the stranger's coat and purring loudly. "You're comfy!" Happy declared, curling up at his feet as if they'd been friends forever.
Is everyone in this guild this strange? I wondered, but the scene made me smile despite myself.
Levy, watching from nearby, couldn't help but smile at the scene. "He's really gentle for someone with such a strong presence… That's kind of amazing," she murmured, genuine admiration in her voice as she watched Yume tend to Mirajane.
Bisca, rifle slung over her shoulder, whistled low. "Well, would you look at that? Didn't expect the 'Silver Shadow' to be so quick—or so gentle."
Cana, mid-drink, grinned slyly and nudged Bisca. "Yeah, and with looks like that? Bet he's got more than quick feet. Wonder how many hearts he's broken without trying."
Lucy tilted her head, thinking, He really stands out. Those clothes, that hair, that scar—and he's actually helping Mirajane? He's like a mysterious knight, but with a cat magnet. I can't decide if I'm impressed, intimidated, or just confused. She was curious, but a flying mug snapped her back to the present.
The brawl raged on—Gray, now fully naked, approached me, but this time with surprising politeness. "Excuse me, miss, could I borrow your underwear?"
Is this real life? "No way!" I shrieked, darting away, nearly tripping over a flying mug. Cana, without missing a beat, tossed Gray a dish towel. "At least cover the essentials, ice prince," she called, earning a round of laughter. Across the room, Macao just rolled his eyes, as if Gray's nudity was as common as the sunrise.
In the chaos, Happy zipped by overhead, holding a scorecard: "Gray's new record—clothes off in eight seconds! Aye!" How is this my life now?
The chaos escalated as Natsu, Gray, Cana, Loke, Bisca, and others unleashed magic. Fire, ice, cards, and bullets filled the air. Someone's pants flew past my head. I don't even want to know whose those are. I'm starting to think 'normal' doesn't exist here.
Suddenly, the floor shook. A massive fist slammed down, pinning Natsu and several others. Oh my god, he's huge! My heart skipped a beat as I stared up at the enormous hand flattening Natsu and the others like pancakes. Wait, my brain screamed, how is he so big? Then, just as suddenly, the giant shrank, revealing a tiny old man with a huge mustache—Master Makarov. Wait—he's tiny?! How does someone go from mountain-sized to pocket-sized in two seconds? This guild is breaking all my expectations!
He dusted himself off, then smiled kindly at me. "Ah, a new face! Welcome to Fairy Tail, young lady."
"I—I'm Lucy. I want to join the guild!" Please don't let the initiation involve flying furniture or random nudity…
Makarov grinned and hopped to the balcony, holding a stack of angry letters. "Before that, let me show you what I deal with!" He waved the papers. "Complaints from the Magic Council! Destruction, property damage, reckless behavior! Every time you go on a mission, I get these!"
He glared at the crowd. "Seven houses destroyed catching a thief! Half the market blown up over a pickpocket! You're driving me to an early grave!"
So this is the infamous Fairy Tail. I thought I was joining a guild… turns out, I joined a circus with a paperwork problem.
The guild hung their heads. Only Yume stood quietly at the edge, gaze steady, posture calm as Makarov's eyes passed over him.
Makarov softened. "But not all of you are troublemakers. Yume here—that's how a Fairy Tail mage should be! Clean, efficient, never causes a mess. Maybe some of you could learn from him!"
Suddenly under the spotlight, Yume stiffened, feeling dozens of eyes on him. His face flushed, and he instinctively reached up, gripping the brim of his cap. Trying to regain his composure, he let out a quiet, embarrassed sigh and muttered, "Yare yare daze…"—the phrase he'd always wanted to say, now escaping in a moment of honest shyness. The gesture, so reminiscent of Jotaro, only made the guild's admiration grow.
Mirajane, still holding the napkin to her head, felt her heart flutter in a way she hadn't expected. She'd always thought Yume was polite and reserved, but seeing him so bashful awakened her fondness for all things cute. For a moment, her eyes widened, and a delighted smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you, Yume. You're really sweet," she said softly, hoping her voice didn't betray how charmed she was by this new side of him.
Levy, standing nearby with a fresh cloth, couldn't help but stare, her cheeks tinged pink. She'd admired Yume's quiet strength from afar, but this shy, vulnerable side made her crush deepen. She managed a gentle, almost dreamy, "He's actually so cute when he's like this…" Her words were soft, but her admiration was plain for anyone to see.
Cana, perched on a barrel, watched the scene unfold with a mischievous glint in her eye. She'd pegged Yume as the stoic, mysterious type, but now she saw him in a new light—one that made even her want to tease. "Didn't think the strong, silent type could get so bashful," she called out, her tone playful as she nudged Bisca. It was hard not to notice how Mira and Levy seemed completely taken with him.
Bisca, amused by the whole display, grinned and tipped her hat. She hadn't expected the new guy to be such a softie beneath that intimidating exterior. "He's got the whole guild's attention now. Maybe we should start taking bets on who'll win him over," she replied, her voice light and teasing, clearly enjoying the ripple of excitement Yume had caused.
Lucy, still new and watching from a distance, found herself genuinely surprised. She'd assumed Yume was unflappable, maybe even a little cold, but seeing him so shy and awkward made her rethink everything. For the first time, she felt a spark of curiosity and a smile tugged at her lips. So even someone like him can get flustered…
Makarov tossed the letters into the air and set them ablaze with a flick of his finger. "But don't let those old men scare you! We're Fairy Tail! We don't bow to anyone!"
Natsu snatched a flaming paper and stuffed it in his mouth. "Mmm! Spicy!" he declared, making everyone laugh.
Someone yelled, "That's not food, Natsu!"
He just grinned wider.
Mirajane, recovered, approached me with the guild stamp. "Where would you like your mark?"
"On the back of my right hand, please!" I said, beaming. This is it. I'm finally part of something amazing—even if it's a little crazy.
As the stamp pressed into my skin, I felt a surge of pride. I was officially a Fairy Tail mage.
Natsu grinned, throwing an arm around me. "Welcome to the guild, Lucy!"
The chaos resumed, but this time I laughed along. I glanced at Yume, expecting another shy smile. But he didn't notice me at all—he was kneeling beside Mirajane, gently helping her to her feet as Levy approached with a fresh cloth and a worried look. Yume murmured something quietly to Mirajane, focused and calm, his attention entirely on making sure she was all right. Levy offered her help, and Yume nodded in gratitude, working alongside her with his usual quiet diligence.
The girls nearby whispered excitedly, clearly intrigued by the contrast between his intimidating presence and gentle actions.
Is this really what it means to be in Fairy Tail? I thought I'd be learning magic and making friends. Instead, I'm dodging furniture, blushing at compliments, and watching a guy get more attention from a cat than I ever have in my life. Still… it feels like a family. A very, very weird family.
Maybe this is what it means to belong somewhere. Even if it's the weirdest place I could have imagined.
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Yume's POV
Away from the raucous guild hall, Yume stood by the tall window, gazing over Magnolia's rooftops and winding streets. The noise and laughter faded into a distant hum as golden light spilled across the city.
His mismatched eyes—one red, one gold—reflected the sun as his thoughts raced. The canon was beginning. The story was unfolding. The future stretched endlessly before him, filled with promise and challenge.
A thrill surged through him, electric and exhilarating. Every sense sharpened, every instinct alive. He felt more alive than ever.
Behind him, a shadow flickered—Rika, his silent guardian, appearing almost invisible, unnoticed by the guild's chaos.
Yume exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
The world spun on,
laughter and magic swirling behind him,
while he stood at the edge of destiny—
a sentinel in the light,
a shadow in the storm,
ready to carve his legend
in the heart of Fairy Tail.
End of Chapter 3