Laxus Dreyar was the last S-Class mage to successfully pass the trial.
And as far as Laxus was concerned, other than Gildarts who was who knows where and doing who knows who, he was the best S-Class mage the guildhall had ever seen.
Quite honestly, if he had enough booze in him, the nineteen year old might even boast to his faithful band of only slightly younger teens (Freed, Bickslow, and Ever) that he could beat Gildarts, one on one, if the lame old man would ever challenge him.
Now, that did not mean that there were no others that qualified for the testing.
Namely, poor, stupid, foolish Cana that was never going to get it, Laxus knew this, and mostly just felt bad for.
Mostly he just wanted to get possession of the guild already so he could kick her stupid, weak, card dealing ass out of the hall already.
Or force her to sleep with him.
Err, not force. That sounded very rape-ish (if not flat out rape; at the least, it was sexual assault). He didnât mean force. Just offer her S-Class if she slept with him.
But in a very vague way because Laxus wasnât desperate.
Really, there would be no offer. Not on his part. He was expecting her to put the offer out on the table.
Then heâd sleep with her, but not hold up on his end of the bargain.
There was Freed, Laxusâ most faithful bodyguard (read stalker who he put up with because, fuck, if you were bragging him up, you were allowed to pretend to guard him all you wanted), that Gramps just didnât see enough from just yet. But Laxus did. And the second the old geezer croaked, Freed would definitely be at an S-Class Trial.
And bleh, freaking Erza Scarlet, that annoying little twat, she was around.
Now, Laxus would admit, the woman was strong. Powerful. Plus she had immense magic residing inside of her. He could sense it. And that was ever-growing. Even Gildarts thought so. Last time he was in town to have a beer with Makarov and basically be a waste of space (Laxus respected him, but he didnât have to like his work ethic), the slayer had overheard as much. He jokingly said maybe one day, he would even have his ass handed to him by her.
Then, of course, Makarov made a really gross joke that, had it come from Laxusâ mouth, would have been funny, but coming from a way too old guy sounded really creepy and disgusting and- Gah!
Laxus hated his grandfather.
Anyways, the year following Laxusâ own trial, no one that qualified made the cut. They had no new S-Class that year. And, over the year in which Laxus enjoyed still being the only S-Class that hung around the hall (rarely, at that, but Gildarts was gone even more frequently), he would frequently lean over the upstairs banister and leer down at the other lowly guild members that he just couldnât wait to kick the hell out.
So when the next trials rolled around, Laxus happened to be in the area. He didnât plan on, like, going to freaking Tenrou or anything, to help the old man, but he was interested in seeing who would be named.
One or two old geezers that Laxus knew wouldnât even be able to trek around the island, much less compete in battles and solve puzzles were named that he snorted at. Then, of course, came Erza and Cana and, once more, complete ignorance on stupid Grampâs part as he looked over both Freed (something that made Bickslowâs stupid dolls that followed him around boo and Ever to huff from where she was in the crowd, at the old man, though Freed only bowed his head and whispered something about how there was always next year).
Laxus was about to get down from where he was, all alone on the second floor, to go sneer at Cana and Erza about how lame they were as well as growl at Freed about how he should be better! If he wanted to lead the Thunder Legion, then he needed to step the fuck up!
Oh, and yell at Gramps about how dare he not acknowledge Freed. That stupid old man.
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