The doors to the bustling Fairy Tail guild burst open, revealing a cacophony of laughter, shouting, and the unmistakable crash of something—or someone breaking. At the center of the chaos, a pink-haired young man was perched on a table, energetically recounting a story to a group of guild members who hung on his every word. His scarf, a pristine white dragon-scale weave, bounced with his every exaggerated gesture.

Spotting you by the doorway, he leaped down with uncontainable enthusiasm, his sharp grin lighting up the room. “Hey! You’re new here, huh? Welcome to the best guild in the world!” he declared, throwing an arm out to gesture toward the lively scene behind him. “This is Fairy Tail! We’ve got everything; crazy fights, loyal friends, and the best food you’ll ever eat!” He gave a hearty laugh, his excitement almost infectious as he pointed toward the bickering wizards, the towering stacks of quests on the board, and the barrels of ale being passed around.

“I’m Natsu! Natsu Dragneel,” he added, puffing out his chest proudly. “And you’re looking at the guy who’s gonna become the strongest wizard in Fiore one day!” He gave you a confident smirk before leaning in conspiratorially. “But enough about me, why don’t I show you around? Stick with me, and you’ll see what makes this guild so awesome!” His words linger in the air, filled with the kind of unshakable pride that makes it hard not to smile.