Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the Guild Master

Elfman charged up to the guild’s front counter, mission form in hand, and slapped it down.

"Mission complete," he declared. "I’ll take this one next!"

While registering the new request, Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "You’ve been awfully efficient lately."

"That’s because I fly," Elfman said, tapping his chest proudly. "Cuts down on travel time. Now hurry up!"

Rhodes blinked. "Wait, you can fly? Since when?"

"Legion. Back in Edolas, I tried a Take Over on one of those things, I’m heading out!" Elfman grabbed the freshly stamped form and bolted without another word.

Rhodes paused, trying to recall the creature. Legion... wasn’t that the big flying brute with no magic? All muscle, pure strength?

Actually, that kind of fit Elfman perfectly.

Still, he hadn’t seen the transformation yet. No telling how strong it was in action.

With only three days left until the S-Class Exam selections were announced, the guild had entered a frenzy. Those hoping to qualify were working themselves to the bone. Missions were flying off the board so fast, all that remained were the toughest of the tough, high-difficulty requests, long-distance travel jobs, or tedious labor assignments with no hope of finishing before the deadline.

Even Nab, the human statue by the board, had noticeably reduced his idle standing time.

"Rhodes! Barrel of ale!" Cana’s voice rang out as she slapped a stack of bills onto the bar.