Natsu, shivering but stubborn, shouted back: "Summer isn't about war. It's about the feeling after a fight—when you lie in the grass, eat a watermelon, and laugh with your friends."
Across Magnolia, cherry blossoms erupted in a riot of pink. The sun warmed the river. A cool autumn breeze teased the edges of summer heat. And snow dusted the rooftops just enough to make children laugh. fairy tail seasons
"You think I don't remember?" Gray whispered, stripping off his shirt despite the cold—a nervous habit. "I carry them in my ice." Natsu, shivering but stubborn, shouted back: "Summer isn't