Three months of hard training flashed by in what felt like no time.
During that span Su Yan spent the rest of his attribute points. His current status:
Super Slacker Template System
Attribute Value Tier
Observation Haki 500 Intermediate
Armament Haki 2000 Top
Conqueror's Haki 5500 Top
Devil Fruit — Fish‑Fish Fruit, Mythical Model: Azure Dragon
• Blue‑Dragon Form (unlocked)
• Dragon‑Man Form (unlocked)
• Awakening requires total attributes ≥ 10 000
Special Physique — 80 % (Kaido integration)
Free points left — 28
With this power Su Yan was confident: in a one‑on‑one he could now fight Acnologia to a stand‑still—maybe even win once he awakened his fruit, gaining that near‑limitless recovery of an awakened Zoan.
Crocus, the Flower Capital of Fiore
The Grand Magic Games are held every year in the stadium on Crocus's western hill. Flowers bloom year‑round, filling the city with color and fragrance.
The full Fairy Tail party—fresh from three months of seaside training—arrived in high spirits.
"First time in the capital!"
"Me too!"
"It's bigger than Edolas's capital!"
"Love!" Happy squeaked.
Su Yan only smiled; he'd toured the capital years ago while "opening the map."
"Finally made it," Makarov said, approaching with the left‑behind group. "Entry forms are filed. Time to remind Fiore what Fairy Tail can do!"
Muttered voices drifted from nearby spectators.
"Psst—look, it's Fairy Tail."
"That tiny guild that always finishes last."
"Pfft!"
Natsu bristled. "Who laughed?!"
Erza halted him. A pair of hecklers kept snickering: "This year's loser slot is booked." / "Saber Tooth wins for sure!"
A pulse of Conqueror's Haki rolled out from Su Yan. The two men's eyes rolled back; they collapsed.
The crowd gasped. Only Fairy Tail members shrugged—they knew exactly who'd done it.
"Brat," Makarov sighed, "try to control that temper."
Su Yan spread his hands. "That was me controlling it. If I really lost it, they'd be paste. Anyway—listen up! Our goal is thirty million—ahem, I mean Fiore's number‑one spot. Train hard tonight; tomorrow we prove ourselves."
Lucy gulped. "We still don't know what the events even are."
Fairy Tail's team of five had already been chosen: Su Yan, Erza, Natsu, Gray, and Lucy. Laxus and Gajeel were still away on their own business.
Alzack explained, "Events change every year."
Bisca added, "One year we skipped, they held a sharpshooting contest."
"Another year it was footraces," Sarusuk said. "Scores from all events add up; no single wizard can carry it."
Levy pushed up her glasses. "Rules vary, but three points matter most:
Guild masters can't compete.
Anyone without a guild mark is disqualified.
Each day's event is secret until it starts. Oh—and competitors must be inside the official dorm before midnight."
"Midnight tonight?" Lucy asked.
"Exactly," Levy nodded.
The clock read just after 1 p.m.
Natsu's eyes sparkled. "Plenty o' time! Bustling city—let's explore!"
"Love!" Happy agreed.
They bolted for the market.
Erza called after them, "Be back before twelve!"
"Got it!" drifted the answer.
Makarov chuckled, then muttered to himself, "Thirty million jewel… first place… First Master, watch your children shine tomorrow."
And so Fairy Tail—last place the year before, legends seven years out of date—stepped into Crocus with one loud, impossible promise:
This year, we're taking the crown.