Chapter 197: Makarov: Apology Expert
That night, Rhodes carried Makarov back to his room. The old man was reeking of alcohol, still muttering things like, "I won't lose to you" and "Fairy Tail is the best."
Maybe it was because Mira usually kept a close eye on him back at the guild, but once away from home, Makarov had no restraint and honestly, he wasn't great at controlling himself even when she was around.
Rhodes carefully helped the Master take off his shoes and coat, tucked him into bed, and placed a glass of water on the bedside table before quietly turning off the lights and leaving the room.
He wasn't ready to go to sleep just yet. Returning to his own room, Rhodes practiced his Reequip Magic for a while.
After returning from their last mission, he had been steadily training in it back at home.
This magic was really fascinating. Once mastered, it opened a personal pocket space where you could store clothes, weapons—or basically anything you could hold in your hand, even something like a rock.
However, the size of the Requip space depended on the user's innate talent and hard work.
Take Erza, for example. She could store dozens of armors and hundreds of weapons. Bisca could carry hundreds of magic guns, plus a wardrobe full of outfits.
As for Rhodes, he currently had just enough space for a single wardrobe.
Not bad for a beginner, his talent wasn't incredible, but it was respectable.
If he really wanted to, he could probably switch paths and become a Magic Swordsman. With his close-combat skills, he could easily become a core member in a normal guild.