Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Most Destructive Person

The unconcealed ridicule sliced straight through Macao’s already fragile nerves. Heat rushed to his face, turning his cheeks a mottled crimson as he slammed a fist against the nearest table.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘even a broken ape’?!” Macao roared, spit flying from his lips as he glared at Chase. “I took down nineteen of those Vulcans in one go, you bastard!”

When it came to a man’s dignity, Macao did not care what kind of terrifying monster he was yelling at.

“Only you would care about the body count. If it were me, I wouldn’t have needed Natsu and the others to drag my sorry hide back home.”

Cana, currently sprawled across the polished wood of the bar, let out a loud, unbothered burp. She waved a half-empty mug in the air, completely dismissing the older mage’s outrage.

Macao’s jaw locked. A visible vein pulsed at his temple as his remaining pride took another critical hit.

“Speaking of which, Cana,” Chase said, a slow, teasing smile curving his lips as he shifted his gaze to the brunette. “Did you ever settle your drinking tab with the Magic Council? You haven’t paid them a single Jewel yet, have you?”

Cana’s smug expression instantly froze. The mug stopped halfway to her mouth. In a flash of defensive panic, she slapped a card down onto the sticky surface of the bar. “You bastard, Chase! Who are you calling poor?!”

Chase completely ignored the alcohol-soaked roar. He turned his attention to the rest of the chaotic hall, his eyes scanning the familiar faces of the Fairy Tail guild.

“Vijeeter,” Chase called out, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. “I heard you ran all the way to the royal capital in the middle of the night just to practice your dancing, got chased out by the guards as a pervert, and only managed to escape by burying yourself in a dumpster.”

A crash echoed from the back of the room as someone tripped over a chair.

“And you, Loke. Have you completely lost your mind? Flirting with the granddaughter of a Magic Council member?”

A certain orange-haired mage suddenly choked on his drink, coughing violently into his sleeve.

“You, with the big grin, trying to secretly laugh over there—yes, you, Alzack. The guy who spied on the women’s bathhouse using a magical sniper scope. Has Bisca not put a bullet between your eyes yet?”

With every casual observation Chase dropped, another Fairy Tail member turned bright red. The ambient temperature in the guild hall began to rise as embarrassment rapidly morphed into soaring anger. Chairs scraped against the floorboards. Fists clenched. The atmosphere grew incredibly heated, teetering right on the edge of an all-out brawl.

“It’s turned into this exact situation again…”

Tucked away in a quiet corner of the guild, Lucy rested her chin in her hands. The blonde let out a long, exhausted sigh, already acting like a seasoned veteran accustomed to the daily madness.

She watched the tall man at the center of the brewing storm. That man was Fairy Tail’s S-Class Mage, the Card Master, Chase Lin Edogado. A wizard who supposedly caused massive, catastrophic disturbances every single time he stepped out the front doors.

Looking at the guild hall, which was currently on the verge of total structural collapse from the sheer volume of angry magic power flaring up, Lucy recalled the terrifying articles she had read about Chase in the Weekly Sorcerer magazine.

“That description… feels strangely fitting,” she murmured to herself.

Just as the words left her lips, the heavy thud of leather boots echoed against the floorboards. The sound closed the distance in a fraction of a second, and a tall shadow suddenly eclipsed her vision.

Lucy flinched, her head snapping up.

Chase, who had been standing near the entrance just a moment prior, was now sitting directly across from her. He crossed his legs, leaned back against the wooden chair as if they had known each other for years, and unceremoniously grabbed the glass of iced orange juice resting in front of her. He downed half of it in a single gulp.

Are we close enough for you to just drink a stranger’s beverage without even asking?!

Her inner voice was screaming, flipping tables in sheer disbelief. Externally, however, Lucy forced her facial muscles into the shy, polite smile expected of a fresh recruit.

“Um, Mr. Chase, do you know me?”

Chase set the half-empty glass back onto the table. He calmly adjusted the handle so it faced Lucy again, acting as if he had not just stolen her drink.

A muscle twitched near Lucy’s eye. She was half a second away from snapping when Chase finally spoke, his tone smooth and entirely unbothered.

“Although you’ve only just joined, Lucy, your reputation is quite big now.”

“Ah? A-ha?” Lucy blinked, the irritation vanishing in an instant. “Even Mr. Chase has heard my name? Did you see my debut in the newspaper? I didn’t expect to become famous so quickly!”

She scratched the back of her head, feigning modesty, though her chest unconsciously puffed out. Her voice carried a light, airy note of absolute pride.

“But please rest assured, I definitely won’t get carried away by the fame! After all, I’m still just a newcomer, and my magic isn’t nearly as strong as Natsu’s or the rest of my companions. I will definitely work hard to become even stronger!”

Chase stared at her for a long, silent moment. “…I heard about it on the way here.”

“Oh, is that so? So the people of Magnolia have accepted me so quickly?”

Lucy’s smile grew radiant.

“They said that the second you joined, you completely destroyed Hargeon’s port. The locals were incredibly troubled and terrified. Even I got lectured by the station master on my way into town.”

Lucy’s smile turned into a rigid mask of horror.

The image of Aquarius summoning an indiscriminate, ship-destroying tidal wave flashed vividly across her mind.

No! Which loudmouthed bastard snitched on me?!

“I am so sorry! I am incredibly sorry! I will definitely be more careful next time!”

Panic seized her. Realizing she had just implicated an S-Class Mage in her mess, Lucy threw her upper body forward into a desperate, frantic bow. In her haste, she completely forgot she was sitting at a rather low table.

Thud!

A loud, hollow crack echoed over the noise of the guild hall as Lucy’s forehead slammed directly into the solid oak surface.

“Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

Lucy gasped, throwing both hands up to clutch the rapidly swelling bump on her forehead. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Due to the guild’s infamous reputation for daily brawls, the custom-made tables and chairs were heavily reinforced. They did not break easily.

“Even dumber than I expected…” Chase sighed, shaking his head.

With her ears still ringing from the impact, Lucy blinked her large brown eyes, trying to focus through the pain. “What did you say?”

“I said, you and Natsu really are two of a kind,” Chase offered a pleasant smile.

Two of a kind.

Did he mean the port destruction incident? That was a terrible resume to have on her first week, no matter how she looked at it. Lucy opened her mouth to defend herself, but no words came out.

“Puhahahahaha!”

Seeing her clutch her head in utter defeat, the surrounding Fairy Tail members finally broke. They clutched their stomachs, slapping the tables and howling with laughter.

When it came to collateral damage, Chase was a grandmaster who left even Natsu in the dust. His absolute peak was receiving ten separate demands for compensation from the Magic Council in the span of half a month. If he had not been so destructive, Master Makarov would never have banished him on a ten-year mission just to get him out of the city!

A cheerful, chaotic atmosphere washed over the guild, completely dissolving the earlier tension.

Only Lucy remained trapped in her own personal suffering.

“Hey, hey, Lucy. Chase is actually the biggest destroyer in our entire guild. Even Natsu can’t break the records he set.”

A blue, furry head suddenly popped out from the cleavage of Lucy’s shirt.

“Huh?”

Lucy stared down at the Exceed. “So Mr. Chase and I are the real two of a kind… Wait, no! With Natsu!”

Realization hit her a second later, and she directed a furious glare at the blue cat.

“Would it kill you to tell me something like that earlier?!” she snapped, her words flying out in a rapid, sharp barrage. “Why does Fairy Tail have a destruction record that people are actually proud of?! And more, stop popping out from strange places!”

“Aye! But if I told you earlier, I wouldn’t have gotten to see you looking so embarrassed and ashamed.”

Happy sprouted his white wings and flew out of her shirt, covering his mouth with both paws as he snickered.

This darn cat.

Lucy gritted her teeth, her fists trembling on her lap. The invisible anger meter above her head was practically flashing red. The rowdy members, the tiny old Master, this terrifying S-Class Mage sitting across from her—none of them matched the majestic image of Fiore’s strongest guild she had admired for years.

She forced another polite, incredibly strained smile onto her face. It was her final stand of defiance.

“Anyway, Lucy. Welcome to Fairy Tail.”

A large, calloused hand extended across the table, interrupting her spiraling thoughts.

Lucy looked at the hand, then up at Chase. The man was smiling—a genuine, bright expression that lacked his earlier teasing edge. The warmth of the guild hall suddenly felt a little less chaotic and a little more like home.

Slowly, the stiffness left her shoulders. She reached out, gripping his hand firmly, and gave a heavy nod.

“Mm!”

They were definitely weird, and incredibly destructive, but Fairy Tail was still the best place in the world.

Chase released her hand and leaned back in his chair. “By the way, what are your measurements?”