The Tide Turns

Why does no one ever knock around me?

"Rocco! Good job! You did really well!"

As expected, it was Laxus who entered.

Behind him was the ever-smiling Makarov.

Laxus quickly ran over, and in one swift motion, snatched Rocco off Sylas's lap.

He was squeezed tightly in Laxus's arms, feeling warm and cozy.

However, the murderous aura he could feel from Sylas behind him made it hard to move.

Laxus might be in for a blast from Sylas any moment now.

The two of them began their usual bickering—Let go, no, die—as always.

Luckily, Makarov stepped in to mediate, so it didn't escalate to gunfire this time.

"Now, now, you two, sit down. Let Rocco rest since he's looking tired."

Makarov, unlike the others, seemed to have noticed that Rocco was exhausted from his acting, and Rocco appreciated it.

The moment those words were spoken, both Laxus and Sylas paused and sat down.