Fairy Tail: Shinigami - Chapter 270: Guild Master.

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[Adam C. POV]

Apparently, it had been almost a year since… we all disappeared. And since that happened, things hadn’t gone well for Fairy Tail.

With the news of the strongest wizards in our Guild disappearing without a trace; spreading like wildfire, it didn’t take long for customers to move their business to other guilds, leaving Fairy Tail dry.

That, along with the fact that everyone stopped taking jobs in order to try and find us, put Fairy Tail in a complicated situation, economically speaking.

Because of this situation, Macao had even considered the option of taking the Guild Master position, if anything to have access to the tools Guild Masters are given, and their social network. That being said, he had decided to wait for all other options to fail before trying that.

But that was neither here nor there, now that I was here, things would soon go back to normal.

“I didn’t hear much of it, but it seems some of your friends are trapped somewhere, right?” Yoruichi asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” I replied. “They are trapped in time, or a time bubble, not entirely sure of the details behind the spell.”

“Time bubble you said?” Urahara interjected, stroking his chin thoughtfully, as a knowledge thirsty grin spread across his face. “That sounds like a fun little puzzle to crack.”

Of course, he would enjoy this. Oh well, having him do the research on how to dispel Mavis’ spell saves me a lot of time.

Before that, however.

There was another matter to attend to.

“Before you get on that,” I said, raising a hand. “Would you two like to join our Family?”

Urahara blinked, pulling out his fan to hide his totally not fake blush. “I knew you loved me.”

“No I don’t, but who says we have to love every family member,” I replied, a grin spreading across my face. “Besides, if you guys are going to stay here, you might as well earn some fame for Fairy Tail.”

I knew having them in the guild was a… dangerous prospect, considering how eccentric they were. I mean, we had enough with Gildarts.

That being said, those two were bound to do unbelievable shit, in turn making Fairy Tail rise to the top and cement said position for a long time.

“I’m in,” Yoruichi replied, stretching. “This place looks like fun, I mean, they have a bar, so why not?”

I… I don’t know why, but I feel like I should keep her away from Cana.

“Alright, can’t argue with that,” Urahara shrugged.

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[Adam C. POV]

The party due to Urahara’s and Yoruichi’s joining the guild was still echoing in my ears as I made my way to the Guild Master’s office. The large wooden door felt familiar. Slowly, I pushed it open, revealing a room that held countless memories.

The office was dimly lit, the large window allowing the moon’s soft glow to seep through. The room was filled with an aura of nostalgia and responsibility. The large desk at the center, where Gramps would often sit, reviewing paperwork, giving out missions, or simply offering guidance, now lay empty, dirty, a testament to his absence.

I took a deep breath, my mind flashing back to the many times I had been in this very room, either seeking advice or, more often than not, getting scolded by the old man for some reckless stunt. His absence weighed heavy in the room, and I couldn’t help but feel the void left behind.

Before I could lose myself in the wave of memories, the door creaked open. Macao and Wakaba stepped in, their faces a mix of determination and sorrow. They exchanged a glance before Wakaba cleared his throat.

“Adam,” Macao began, his voice laced with emotion, “I know this might not be the best time, however in Master Makarov’s will, he named a few potential successors for the position of Guild Master. Given everything that’s happened and the current state of affairs, we believe the Guild needs a new master.”

I had a feeling I knew where this was going. A sense of Deja-vu.

Wakaba nodded, taking out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, handing it over to me. It was old, the edges slightly frayed. I opened it slowly, recognizing Gramp’s handwriting. As I read, his voice seemed to echo in my mind, guiding me through the words.

“Among the candidates, your name was mentioned,” Wakaba continued, his voice steady.

Macao sighed. “We need a leader, Adam. Someone who can represent the guild, protect it. We need a Guild Master.”

I looked up from the paper, meeting their eyes. I remembered the days when I was just another mage in the guild, taking on missions, hanging out with my friends, without the burden of leadership. The thought of stepping into Gramps’s shoes had never crossed my mind before.

“Master believed in you,” Macao added softly. “He saw something in you, a potential, a strength that the guild needs right now.”

Wakaba nodded in agreement. “The question is, are you ready to take up that mantle?”

I smiled. The memory of Makarov’s guidance, his wisdom, and the legacy he left behind loomed large.

After a moment of reflection, I took a deep breath. “Fuck… sure, why not?”

Just when I thought I could catch a break, they want to slap the ‘Master’ title on me. This is just like that time I accidentally agreed to that eating contest and had to down twenty plates of Gildarts grilled delicacies.

Ugh, my poor stomach.

Why didn’t I read the fine print on that “Being a Awesome” brochure? Probably would’ve said: ~Warning: Excessive awesome acts might result in involuntary promotions and ridiculous responsibilities. Side effects might include an overwhelming amount of paperwork, no weekends, and the occasional existential crisis.~

I could already imagine the guild’s reaction. Lucy would probably burst into her enthusiastic reporter mode, jotting down every single reaction. Gray would most likely challenge me to a ‘Master Duel’ that would probably involve him stripping mid-way, for reasons known only to him. Juvia, on the other hand, would probably gush about how Gray would make a sexier master. And let’s not even get started on Natsu…

Heaven help me, being Master means being the parent to all these misfits. Maybe I should start practicing my ‘serious Master face’ in the mirror or grow a beard like Makarov. Do Masters get beards as a rite of passage?