### Chapter 18: Decision, My Two Legs Are My Mode of Transport!
"Here you go, brat. The promised 100,000 Jewels reward for the mission.
I will handle the rest with the Mayor directly. You can take a good rest for two days."
Jiro, who took the money from the Master, happily counted the thick stack of bills and returned to his companions.
He counted out 50,000 from the bills and gave it to Erza, explaining with satisfaction:
"This is your share. Originally, a part of the mission commission has to be handed over to the guild.
But since this is my first mission, the Master waived it for me."
Erza didn't decline the mission share handed over by Jiro.
In the guild, as long as a mission is completed by a team, everyone basically splits the reward equally according to the number of people.
Now that he had money, Jiro wasn't stingy. He immediately called the three of them and took them to a dessert shop to spend some money, also thanking them for their care over the past month.
Sitting together in the dessert shop, Cana bit her spoon and looked at the chocolate cake in front of Jiro, which wasn't even enough to fill the gap between his teeth, and worried:
"Since you started executing missions, your food and lodging subsidies should have been cancelled, right?
Is it okay? With your appetite? This little mission commission probably isn't enough to eat, right?"
"It's okay, it's okay. The food in the guild is relatively cheap. If I go on more missions, it will be enough.
At worst, there's still the East Forest, and there's also prey in the lake behind the guild.
At least I won't starve to death."
Hearing this, the three felt it made sense. The guild would never let its members starve to death. If it really didn't work, the Master would open a back door for Jiro.
Stuffing the last piece of cake into his mouth, Jiro stood up and greeted the three:
"I paid the money. Eat slowly. I'm going to take a mission."
"In such a hurry? You clearly just finished a mission not long ago."
The three were surprised and spoke one after another to persuade him to rest for a day.
But Jiro had already made plans. Now he recognized most of the words in this world.
It was time to make good money to support himself while strengthening his training.
So, ignoring the persuasion of the three, he waved his hand and left in a hurry.
After he left, Gray suddenly accelerated his eating speed. After finishing the macarons in front of him in two or three bites, he also stood up and motivated himself:
"I'm going to train too. That guy Jiro is working so hard, I, as a senior, can't be left too far behind."
After speaking, he didn't rush to leave, but looked at Erza with expectant eyes.
Erza didn't disappoint him. After stuffing the last bite of strawberry cake into her mouth with satisfaction, she wiped her mouth with proper etiquette, then nodded:
"Let's go together. I'm not planning to admit defeat either."
Seeing that her two partners had made a decision, Cana, although helpless, had no choice but to speak up and join actively.
"Since you all said so, then I'll go too. But let me say this first, I'm different from you monsters.
I can't train too much physically, I'm mainly going to practice magic."
Just like that, under Jiro's 'encouragement', the three also competed with each other and devoted themselves to higher intensity training.
...
On the other side, after trotting all the way back to the guild, Jiro found Guild Master Makarov again.
"Master, does the guild have any missions I can do now? Preferably subjugation type missions."
Looking at the brat who had just finished his first mission a few hours ago, immediately coming to pick up a new mission again.
While feeling gratified inside, Makarov shook his head and refused:
"Brat, diligence is a good thing, but you can't be too obsessed with missions.
50,000 Jewels is enough to spend... er, enough for a few meals. Wait until the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, this old man will introduce another mission to you."
Jiro understood the Master's kindness, but he didn't accept it.
He ran directly to the request board, scanned it roughly, and took down a subjugation request worth 90,000 Jewels.
Then, he took the request to report to Makarov:
"How about this one, Master? The mission difficulty is not high. Please agree."
"This one..." Makarov looked at the request form in Jiro's hand.
Finding that it was indeed a low-difficulty mission to expel wild beasts, his heart wavered for a moment.
Knowing Jiro's situation clearly, and looking at his 'pitiful' eyes, the old man's heart softened and he agreed.
"Alright, I'll make an exception this time.
But the mission location this time is a bit far. Do you know where to buy train tickets?"
Jiro first happily stuffed the request form into his backpack, then took out the map of the Kingdom of Fiore and a compass, grinning:
"It doesn't matter. I'll just run there. Consider it training."
After speaking, he said 'goodbye' to Makarov and rushed out of the guild without stopping.
Instantly starting at full speed, in just the blink of an eye, only a receding small black dot could be seen in the field of vision.
It was only at this time that Makarov nodded in hindsight:
"Oh, running there, that's indeed no problem... As if!"
He stood up from the table abruptly, stomping on the tabletop in frustration, pointing at Jiro's completely disappeared back and cursing:
"Bastard brat, do you know how far Magnolia is from the mission location?
By the time you run there, the yellow daylilies will be cold!"
After roaring, Makarov grabbed his few remaining hairs in frustration and despaired:
"Damn it, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to that brat.
Now it's over. I can only write a letter to the employer to apologize."
Ivy leaned half of her body over the counter, watching Jiro disappear like a magic vehicle traveling at high speed.
Turning back, she patted Makarov's back with eyes full of amazement and comforted:
"Don't be sad, Master. Since Little Jiro decided so, he must be confident in his heart.
That child will definitely not cause trouble for the guild."
"Little Ivy, you are the best."
Makarov looked up, looking pitifully at the gentle and beautiful Ivy.
Whimpering, he pounced towards her embrace.
But before his plan could succeed, Ivy, with a dark face, punched Makarov heavily straight in the face.
"Go to hell, you perverted old man!"
After cursing, she snorted coldly, flicked her long hair, and left the bar angrily.
Makarov, who suffered heavy blows to both his body and mind, immediately fell headfirst off the bar with two lines of nosebleed.
This miserable appearance immediately attracted ridicule from some guild members.
"Shut up, you bastards who only know how to drink and cause trouble every day.
Even Little Jiro knows to work hard. Look at you.
You really are worse than a child."
The exasperated Makarov pointed at these people and scolded them.
When all his resentment was vented on these people, it immediately caused unanimous dissatisfaction in the whole guild.
Soon, quarrels and fights appeared in the guild due to some verbal disputes.
It evolved into a chaotic brawl affecting the whole guild.