At the top of the next staircase was another room, almost identical to the first, except for the statues, which were even curvier, verging on chubby, and the number above the door, which read 140.
Juvia sighed. "Gray-sama, Juvia regrets that her slim, attractive figure is no longer of any use. Juvia concedes and admits she must leave things up to fatter girls like Cana from now on."
Cana pursed her lips. "So happy I comforted you earlier. Besides, I'm still fifteen pounds shy, remember?"
Gray shrugged, walking forward. "I'll handle it."
As soon as he stepped on the plate, the room filled with red light, and a sound like air being forced through dusty organ pipes reverberated through the air.
"Gray! Get off the plate!" Erza cried as the ice mage pulled his foot back. She approached it, looking concerned.
"I believe we're dealing with something similar to Jutsu-Shiki," she said. "Think of it like a cell with the requirements, 'only those who can match or exceed this weight may pass'. It's...more archaic, more primitive, obviously. And if one person passes, it lets us all through. But the principals are the same."
"So why didn't it like me?" Gray said. "I weigh over a hundred and forty easily, without clothes."
"Juvia is thinking of Gray-sama without clothes! Juvia's maidenly nose is leaking liquid love sauce!"
Ignoring the water mage and her nosebleed, Erza looked around the room. "There must be unwritten rules. If I had to guess, then based on all these statues I'd say that it only accepts women."
She took a deep breath.
"There's only one way to find out if I'm right."
Erza stepped forward on the plate.
Name: Erza
Weight: 139
And then, moments later:
140 is required. 139 is fulfilled.
The door didn't budge.
"Odd," Ezra said. "I should weigh much more than that with my armor. Maybe it's sophisticated enough to only count actual female flesh."
Cana grinned. "No problem! A little more female flesh, coming up!"
She hopped onto the plate behind Erza, snuggling into position.
"Wait!" Erza said. "I don't think it will let us both--"
The room was drenched in crimson once more, and filled with the same low, tooth-rattling blast. Erza tried to step back just as Cana tried to step forward, with the result that neither moved from the plate. Dust began to drift down from the ceiling.
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