Chapter 40: The Kingdom's Invitation

Luo Xiu's special training is divided into three phases.

The first stage is the warm-up adaptation period.

At this stage, the main purpose is to let people who have not received this kind of high-intensity training "slowly" adapt, and the purpose is to start training.

For this reason, Luo Xiu also bought materials out of his own pocket and configured a large number of body recovery potions that can be used in this world and have good effects.

The basic principle of "as long as you don't die, you will practice to the death" is implemented throughout the stage.

Why is it so intense when it is an adaptation period?

Because, Luo Xiu has always adhered to the Spartan education policy of "let them know that they are great at the beginning, so that they can adapt the fastest".

After spending the first two hellish weeks, the spirit of the guild's group of non-S-rank mages has changed dramatically.

So much so that when Gildas saw it, he couldn't help but praise it: Everyone has eyes that seem to be in and out of the place of death repeatedly! Uncle Rosho, what did you make them do?!

On this basis, the second stage, the grinding and polishing period, can be carried out.

The first stage is like the heating and tempering of the forging utensils, removing unwanted impurities, and then the second step is naturally to give the desired utensils the shape.

These magicians are all fixed instruments, so there is no need to change their original appearance, as long as they are based on the original and slightly processed.

Compared to the first stage, which is a situation where you will die if you are not careful, the second stage can be called quite idle.

But that's just an illusion.

When you have to practice your already mastered magic for more than twelve hours a day, and you have to find ways to squeeze out all the magic power of tomorrow without magic, everyone's mental burden is far greater than that of the first stage.

Ordinary people can declare their SAN value to zero in less than three days, or they will be exhausted, but thanks to the spiritual recovery potion provided by Luo Xiu, they stubbornly struggled to survive to the end.

After completing this stage, these non-S-rank magicians already have a level comparable to that of other first-class guilds S-rank.

The S-level magicians who personally tested their strength also praised each other: It's like being reborn! So Uncle Luo Xiu, what did you do to them to achieve such a huge result in a short period of time?!

At this point, only the final third stage is left, the period of collection and sheathing.

Convergence, convergence of convergence.

After one or two stages of training, this group of people is now like a sharp sword.

This is not good, it is easy to have problems, and they have to learn to converge.

Therefore, the main purpose of the third stage is to improve their control over their own power, and they must be able to send and receive freely.

The sword is in the sheath, and no one can see what kind of sharpness is hidden in the simple and unpretentious scabbard.

After completing this phase of training, they will feel like they are back to what they were before training.

So, is this stage a more relaxed and leisurely self-cultivation?

Naive!

Luo Xiu adheres to the Spartan way of education! How can he give them so much time to cultivate their self-cultivation?!

Fight!

Fight!!

Fight!!!

Sharp?

If it's not enough, you will be beaten again, until you lose your temper.

Don't know how to converge?

If the speed of brain learning is not enough, use the body to remember! In the face of the threat of death, even an idiot without a brain will master it as quickly as possible under the survival instinct.

This process is like the process of grinding in the parts of a new machine.

In fact, if there is enough time, Luo Xiu can be more gentle and does not need the kind of special training that runs in. Just like high-precision machinery, there is little need for parts to be run-in.

"But if you can do it quickly, why take your time?" - by Rosho (Spartan face).

……

Three months have passed since the return of the main members of the Fairy Tail Guild.

The hot weather is getting cooler, and the dead leaves that are beginning to fall tell the arrival of autumn.

Completed all the training three days ago, and today, this group of people is also making trouble in the guild hall as always-

"Ah~I don't want to move~"

"Empathy~"

"I feel like I've spent all my life in these three months. ”

"Mira-chan, bring me a glass of wine...... No, let's switch to milk. ”

That's it, the once energetic guild members were overdrawn by Luo Xiu's training, and now they all seem to have become old people in nursing homes.

Makarov and Rosho sat at the counter drinking tea and chatting, as usual:

"Uncle, how long will they continue to be in such a state? Although the guild is relatively quiet, I always feel weird. ”

"It's normal, it'll be about the same in two days. The potions I have prepared are all solid and strong, and the quick recovery is only a collateral effect. But don't you usually dislike them for being too noisy? Why, after three days of no fighting, you can't wait to see how many seconds it will take for them to dismantle the guild now?"

Makarov was stunned for a moment, his neck turned thirty degrees stiffly, looking at these "children" who were slumped on the tables and chairs, and gradually recalled that in the past, when they were not strong, they could almost dismantle the guild, and now they ......

"Uncle, uncle, you're scaring me, right, right?"

Luo Xiu smiled and said nothing, and was pulled aside to play chess and card games by the first generation who was tired of reading.

Leaving Makarov alone, uneasy and tangled there.

Two days later, as Luo Xiu said, they regained their former vitality and began to make trouble.

Seeing that they were the same as before, Makarov breathed a sigh of relief: Uncle is really scaring me!

Until Natsu: "Roar, Elusa, come on, I'm going to duel you! After defeating you, it's Gildas!"

Gray: "No! I'm the one who wants to duel Elusa!"

"Ice bastard, do you want to find fault? Roast you!"

"Stink salamander, believe it or not I froze you into popsicles?"

And then the fight began.

Those affected, such as Elfman, who had condensed a large circle in the past three months, also joined the fray, and then the chaos began to spread even faster.

In the past, people who only watched the excitement, such as Macao, actually played against Wakaba like a young man: "Do you want to watch more young people than Bibi?"

The pipe in his mouth instantly turned into a tough guy style: "Do you think you can win me?"

Magic intensifies, exalts, roars, explodes!

For a while, the floor and the bench flew together, and the wine glasses were the same color on the table.

Makarov: "Nooo!!!"

The news of the guild spread outside, and the residents of Magnolia Town, who were accustomed to it, looked at each other and laughed, but the Kingdom heralds, who knew nothing about it, listened to the movement from inside, and their hearts trembled:

"Wow! What a big move! Is this—Is this the former First Guild of the Kingdom? It's terrifying!"

He remembered the companion who had gone to another guild to deliver a letter, and the poor boy had nearly lost his life.

But—"For Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

He cautiously walked to the guild gate: "Hello, may I ask the president of Fairy Tail, is Makarov here?"

Phew-

A wine glass flew out of it, and it passed by the side of his face, and the terrible wind pressure made him feel weak: he would die! If he was hit by the wine glass just now, his head would definitely burst like a watermelon! It was terrible, Mom, I want to go home!

A dry-looking little old man came up: "Hello! I'm Makarov, what's the matter?"

Holding back tears, the young soldier trembled and took out a delicate envelope from his body: "On the orders of the king, give this to the guild leader." ”

Makarov took the envelope: "Thank you for your hard work, I did receive it." Can you open it and take a look?"

The soldier nodded vigorously.

It opens, and inside is an invitation.

"Big, demon, fighting, acting, martial arts?"