Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

"Breathe in—breathe in—" Riyao closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the first rays of morning sunlight on his face.

When it comes to health and wellness, it's absolutely essential to start teaching children from a young age.

In this high-risk magical world where destruction is commonplace and mountains are easily blown up, having a healthy and long-lived body is the foundation of everything.

He slowly exhaled his last breath, pressed his hands down to his dantian, and finished the movement perfectly.

After finishing his morning exercise, Riyao turned around and returned to his dormitory room on the second floor of the guild.

He walked into the simple bathroom, turned on the tap, and icy groundwater gushed out instantly, pouring over him.

Riyao casually dried his hair, changed into a clean white shirt and black trousers, still wearing his signature white lab coat over it. He looked refreshing yet exuded a refined scoundrel vibe.

He pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk. Several thick medical books were piled haphazardly on the desk, but in the center of these books lay an open black-covered notebook that he had bound himself.

Riyao picked up the quill pen and stared intently at the densely packed words on the notebook.

What's recorded there isn't ordinary herbal formulas or wound suturing techniques, but rather a series of crazy and highly subversive ideas.

His fingertips gently traced one of the pages, which detailed his proud masterpiece, painstakingly developed over many years.

Healing Magic: Hundred Battles

He had hoped to learn other types of magic, fire, ice, lightning... each one filled with the allure of destruction.

But reality gave him a harsh slap in the face. The mysteries of magic are complex and profound, but that's another story. The most fatal flaw is the individual's "aptitude" for different types of magic.

This is also true given the relatively large population; however, only a small percentage of them become mages.

It is precisely because of this stringent aptitude threshold that some mages have to settle for second best and rely on possession-type magic, such as those jingling Celestial Keys, or complex magical firearms and standard magical weapons.

Our protagonist, Sunrise, has an exceptionally high aptitude for life-based magic.

It's not that they can't learn other spells, but the power they unleash is relatively weak. They're fine for fighting ordinary mages, but not for dealing with powerful ones.

He was so angry that he rolled on the ground and crawled in the shadows of the guild library.

Other life-based magics also lack offensive power, so we can only continue to develop them ourselves.

If pushed to the limit, then learn from that bald hero who does it out of pure interest: do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and run ten kilometers every day until you go bald. Then you can take down a little black dragon with a single punch.

He chuckled and fantasized about stepping on the black dragon and punching Zeref.

He wiped the drool from his mouth, tidied up the table, and went to the guild hall to see if there were any healing requests.

He kicked open the guild door with a flying kick; this is definitely the right way to do it.

Makarov yelled at Riyao, "You brat, we just replaced the gate last week! If you kick it down, I'll deduct it directly from your commission!"

"Oh, old man, it's alright. It's still the gate to Fairy Tail, after all. It's very strong. You have to believe in it."

While bickering with Makarov, Riyao walked towards the order board, skillfully picked up an order form from the board covered with various parchments, examined it carefully for a moment, and was about to leave to begin a new day of "making money" and "practicing medicine".

Gray, who had just joined the guild, had an intense desire for adventure in his eyes and wanted to step forward and pick up a commission to test his skills.

However, the moment he reached out, he was mercilessly punished by the guild master Makarov, who appeared out of nowhere. Makarov's short arm struck Gray precisely on the head with a crisp "thud."

"Ouch! What are you doing, old man?" Gray rubbed his head, his face full of indignation. "Why can't I? Even that bastard Sunrise can take the job!"

"Right, right, why is that handsome guy Riyao allowed to take on the commissions?"

Riyao returned at some point and naturally joined their conversation, wearing that smug smile that made you want to punch him.

Makarov glanced at Sunrise with disdain, then turned to the indignant Gray and explained, "Don't compare yourself to him. He takes specialized healing commissions. These commissions are specifically for his healing magic. What can a kid like you, who only knows how to play with ice, do? Freeze the patients into ice sculptures?"

"You've only just joined the guild, there's no rush to do commissions."

"But I need to get stronger! How can I get stronger without real combat?" Gray clenched his fists, his eyes revealing an indomitable stubbornness.

"There's no room for negotiation on this. If you're bored, you can go find someone to fight for fun."

Makarov shook his head helplessly.

Riyao, standing to the side, picked his nose without any regard for his image and casually mocked, "What can you do with those two pounds of ribs that barely have any meat on them? Are you going to rush over there yelling and give the monsters in the forest a meal? But you know what, if you freeze yourself into an ice block first and then feed yourself to the monsters, that crunchy texture might actually satisfy them and earn you a five-star rating."

"You cunning, sharp-tongued quack! Who are you calling 'ribs'?!"

Gray was so angry at these words that his face turned red and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Tch, you can't even beat a weak and helpless kind doctor like me, and you want to go and fight monsters?"

Riyao spread his hands, making an extremely innocent and weak gesture.

"Bullshit! Yesterday I clearly... annihilated you!" Gray retorted angrily.

"Oh, really? Well... how about we try again?"

Riyao raised an eyebrow, deliberately drawing out his words, and even arrogantly added a trilled "r," making his provocation full of meaning.

"You said it! Don't regret it!"

Gray roared and ripped off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body.

He clenched one fist and slammed it heavily into the palm of his other hand. An icy blue magic circle instantly unfolded in front of him, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

"Ice-themed Lancer!"

With Gray's roar, a dazzling ice-blue magic circle instantly unfolded in front of him, its intricate geometric patterns spinning rapidly in the air.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed into ice crystals, transforming into dozens of incomparably sharp ice spears. Carrying a bone-chilling cold, they hurtled towards Riyao like a torrential rain.

Upon seeing this, Riyao revealed a villainous smile and let out a strange, cacophony laugh.