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

Just as the sharp ice spear had not yet fully taken shape, Sunshine's figure suddenly flashed like a ghost, instantly bridging the distance between the two and arriving in front of Gray.

Without hesitation, he punched Gray in the stomach, leaving him completely unprepared.

"Grey, you're too slow. Remember this: of all martial arts—oh no, all magic—speed is the ultimate weapon."

"Ugh—"

Gray let out a muffled groan, the intense pain causing him to instantly curl up like a boiled shrimp, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground.

Before he could even cry out in pain, Gray looked up blankly, his eyes filled with confusion, and touched his stomach.

Sunshine didn't even glance at him. He dusted off his hands, walked straight out of the guild gate, and went to do his commission with a flourish, leaving behind only a figure that concealed his merits and fame.

At that moment, Kana popped her head out from behind the bar counter, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons with a smile.

"Gray, does it feel like your stomach is killing you one second, and then suddenly it feels great the next?"

Gray nodded blankly.

"That's Sunshine Bro's healing magic at work."

Kana covered her mouth and chuckled, "He can cast healing spells while beating people up. He always says he has a compassionate heart as a healer and can't bear to see others suffer, so he heals them at the same time."

"But... this feels even worse than simply being beaten!"

Gray complained, looking frustrated.

"That feeling of being stuck in that awkward position—I was prepared to writhe on the floor in pain, but then suddenly I felt better, and I didn't know how to express my emotions!"

Makarov stroked the tuft of white beard on his chin and said mercilessly, "That kid did it on purpose. You only took one punch, so you don't feel it yet. Imagine if he punched you a dozen or a hundred times at lightning speed, healing you while he was hitting you. Your brain wouldn't be able to process whether you should cry out in pain or feel good. In the end, you would just give up on passive defense and let him do whatever he wanted."

Macao and Wakaba, those two old hands, also came over with their glasses in hand, their faces still showing lingering fear. They continued, "That wasn't even the worst part. The feeling of the pain suddenly stopping, followed by the blissful feeling of being healed, almost made me wet my pants. What kind of good guy fights by attacking the groin? That kid was ruthless."

Kana blinked her big eyes.

"Didn't Brother Riyao explain it? He said he's too short now to reach the top, so attacking the lower body is purely a last resort."

"Kana, you're still too young and naive. You don't understand the dangers of this world at all," Macao said earnestly, patting Kana on the shoulder.

"Yeah, didn't you hear him shouting 'Jingle Bells' while he was hitting you? Every time he hits you, it's considered a hit; that's clearly mocking you!"

Wakaba added indignantly.

Gray stroked his chin, as if he had gleaned some profound truth from the conversation.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with renewed fervor: "I get it! As long as I don't get punched, it'll be fine. Next time, I'm definitely going to beat that bastard to a pulp and avenge myself!"

"Grey, your clothes..." Cana pointed at Grey's bare upper body and reminded him helplessly.

"Huh? When did you take it off?!"

Gray then realized what was happening and frantically began searching for his clothes.

At the same time, Riyao, who was making a house call at the other end of town, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose and muttered to himself: Someone must be talking about me behind my back.

He decided that he would definitely find an excuse to beat up Gray again when he got back. The reason was simple: the new punching bag was indeed easy to handle.

In this sweltering summer, what a wonderful and pleasant thing it would be to have a human-shaped punching bag with a built-in cooling effect!

Sunrise secretly gloated: "When that hot-tempered Natsu comes along, I can beat him up in the winter to keep warm and beat Gray up in the summer to cool off. Wow, that's the life!"

"Grandma Grace, try raising your arm and see if your joints still hurt?"

Riyao snapped out of his thoughts, put on a gentle and professional smile, and began to talk to the kind old lady in front of him.

A soft green light emanated from his hands, like the warm spring sun, slowly seeping into the old man's joints.

Grandma Grace did as she was told, raised her arm, moved it gently, and said in a soft voice, "Oh dear, it really doesn't hurt anymore! I can't feel anything at all. Little Sunshine's magic is getting more and more amazing and powerful."

After giving him a few detailed instructions on daily maintenance, Riyao moved on to the next house. Along the way, the town's residents greeted him warmly, stuffing all sorts of fresh fruits and homemade snacks into his arms.

That makes sense, considering that in this magical continent, people who can use magic to heal are extremely rare.

In the original story, it seems that only Granny Porusica, who lived in seclusion deep in the forest, and Wendy, who later joined the guild, were able to do this, and they were both inextricably linked to the legacy of the Celestial Dragons.

After each fierce battle among the guild members, the main characters would return covered in injuries, often only able to get a quick bandage and barely scrape by, relying entirely on their monstrous physical abilities to survive and recover.

As long as the key parts are not missing, it will be lively and energetic again after a while.

Even Wendy, who was not yet fully grown up, had the prestigious title of "Priestess of the Sky" in the Oración Seis arc, which shows how rare healing magic is in this world.

By the time Riyao had finally finished handling all the medical requests in Magnolia Town, he was exhausted and covered in sweat.

However, looking at the large and small bags of fruit and snacks in his arms, he still felt quite accomplished.

He dragged his heavy steps back to the dormitory room behind the Fairy Tail guild.

I had just placed all those bags and packages heavily on the table, and before I could even catch my breath, that little girl Kana poked her head out from the doorway.

Her sly eyes scanned the room, and after spotting the "spoils" inside, she swaggered in without any hesitation, skillfully unpacked a bag of snacks, and stuffed them into her mouth, eating with relish.

Riyao's eyes twitched slightly. Looking at Kana's matter-of-fact expression, he suddenly felt that this little girl was already vaguely resembling the future free-spirited, unrestrained drunkard Kana.

It's definitely all the fault of those drunkards in the guild! Especially that old man, the drunkard leader.