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

Riyao rested his chin on his crossed arms, staring blankly at an ant crawling around on the table, completely unwilling to move.

Mirajane and Erza sat on the side, cracking sunflower seeds and discussing their recent requests. A small pile of sunflower seed shells was in front of them, and they cracked them open with a loud crunching sound.

Mirajah spat out the sunflower seed shells, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Oh? Natsu and Gray are even more destructive now?"

Erza sighed.

"It's all thanks to Bai Riyao; one got a tattoo, and the other was fed fire."

Mirajane glanced at her sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"You talk as if you didn't damage the town at all."

Erza turned her face away guiltily, pretending not to hear, and cracked her sunflower seeds even harder.

Wendy was practicing the Dragon Slayer Technique and the Rasengan that Sunburst had taught her on the open ground next to her. Her little face turned red, and the wind ball in her palm spun a few times before dissipating.

She gritted her teeth and tried again and again, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Xia Lulu was also practicing transformation magic on the side, which was suggested by Riyao.

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well try transformation magic. It's really useful. I'll also learn a dress-up magic spell, which will make it even more convenient to go out."

Xia Lulu complained at the time, saying something like, "This young lady doesn't need to transform or change clothes."

But he started practicing secretly the next day, and when Riyao found out, he stubbornly claimed that he was "just trying it out because he was bored".

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the Magic House. A huge hole in the wall, shaped like a human, was smashed through it, sending rubble and wood chips flying and dust flying everywhere.

Riyao suddenly stood up, looked at the huge hole, and gasped for breath in pain.

"Kildarts, you red egg! Pay up!"

Gildarts emerged from the dust, glanced at the large hole he had created, and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Haha, fine, we'll pay. The wall isn't very sturdy anyway."

"Not sturdy at all! You made it this way by crashing into it!"

Gildarts ignored him, looked down at his left hand, slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, the power flowing from his fingertips to his palm, that long-lost sense of control made him grin.

He kicked his left leg again, bending his knee and touching the ground with his toes, his movements as agile as if he had never broken it.

"Feels good, just like the original limbs! Great!"

Gildarts excitedly swung his left fist, the air being torn apart by the force of the punch with a crisp "crack".

"Remember to pay the medical bills."

Riyao extends his hand, palm facing up.

"You stingy person."

"Those medicinal herbs are worth a ten-year contract."

"Uh... hahahaha."

Gildarts chuckled twice, then unconsciously took two steps back.

"Um, I'm going back to the guild now. Kana's waiting for me. Let's go!"

Sunshine dismissed Gildarts, then lay back down on the stone table, took out a fire poker, and casually twirled the dark stick twice, its shaft gleaming with a dull metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Sunlight pushed the fire poker in front of Erza.

"I feel like the fire poker isn't needed anymore, Erza, do you want it? If not, I'll sell it..."

Erza took the fire poker, weighed it in her hand, swung it twice, and frowned slightly.

"Could you change it to a wooden knife? The stick isn't very handy."

"You've got your picky? Okay, just a moment."

Riyao sat up straight, gripped the fire poker with both hands, and released magic power into it. Emerald green light flowed along the poker, and its shape began to change.

The black stick slowly compressed and extended, its edges sharp, and soon it transformed into a long wooden knife.

He handed the wooden sword to Erza.

"Here you go. Whether you want to change the name is up to you."

Erza took the wooden sword, drew it with a whoosh, and the blade gleamed warmly in the sunlight.

She swung her blade a few times, the wind from it sharp and fierce. Satisfied, she stroked the blade, her fingertips slowly tracing the spine.

"Let's call it Wufeng (meaning 'no edge')."

Riyao pouted, looking disgusted.

"I have absolutely no talent for naming things."

"It doesn't sound as good as the name 'Fire Stick' that Sunrise got." Mirajane emphasized that she was a good wife and husband.

Erza's forehead creased with annoyance, and her lips twitched slightly. No matter how you looked at it, the name she chose was much better. What a terrible name, "Fire Stick."

Wendy leaned closer and saw the engraved magical runes on the bladeless knife. The runes were as thin as hair and appeared and disappeared in the light. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Riyao is so clever! He engraved the magic on the knife, so anyone can use it as long as they infuse it with magic power!"

Riyao revealed a dangerous smile.

"Not just anyone can use it; I need to verify it first, otherwise, hehe, I'll shock the other person so badly they'll wet themselves."

Wendy pulled her outstretched hand back and hid it behind her back, her little face full of vigilance.

Riyao reached out and ruffled her hair, making her sway from side to side.

"It's fine, as long as it has our guild emblem, it can be used. I don't need to do any special verification."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously reached out her hand.

Erza offered to show Wendy the blade, which she took with both hands. She carefully examined the inscriptions on the blade, her mouth slightly agape, her face full of admiration.

Mirajane sat quietly to the side, seemingly lost in thought, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair, her brows slightly furrowed.

Riyao reached out and pinched her cheek; it was soft and felt wonderful.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in thought."

Mirajane leaned her head against Sunshine's shoulder, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of coquetry.

"I want new moves or new equipment too. Give me one, I'm about to lose to Erza."

Erza, who was standing next to her, immediately raised her head, tilted her chin slightly, and snorted triumphantly, her little expression saying "Of course."

Sunlight ruffled Mirajane's hair, his tone gentle yet teasing.

"Oh dear, my Mila is getting anxious because she sees her friends making progress."

Mirajane nuzzled Sunrise's shoulder and muttered something under her breath.

"Hmm, let me think of something. I really want to improve."

Riyao said it casually.

"Why don't you take me in?"

Mirajane instantly perked up, her voice becoming playful.

"Okay, come on, no take-backs allowed."

Riyao stroked his chin, continuing to ponder.

"Just kidding, hahaha... Let me think. Demon Souls are hard to find, and Demon Souls stronger than Satan Souls are even harder to find."

Mirajane just looked at him, her eyes full of expectation.

Riyao racked his brains, going over and over various solutions, and finally came up with a plan. He raised his head and looked into Mirajane's eyes.

"So they really did accept me after all."

"Huh?!" Mirajane was stunned, and Erza and Wendy's eyes widened at the same time.

"It has taken over the demonic form within me."

"My demon form was originally extracted from your Satanic soul. After my modifications, it is essentially a demonic soul as well. Theoretically, you should be able to receive it."

"Can it work?" Mirajane's voice was somewhat uncertain, but the expectation in her eyes was even stronger.

"It should work, let's try and see, but the process may take a little time."

Riyao closed his eyes and concentrated, placing his hands on his chest, where emerald green magic gathered in his palms.

He tried to separate the demonic form from his body and condense it into a seed.

Generating seeds has become increasingly easier now. From being clumsy at first to now being able to do it smoothly, this skill is derived from adding magic.

It can only be said that the possibility of adding magic is extremely terrifying; almost anything is possible as long as one has enough imagination.

After several hours of effort, Sunburst finally succeeded in condensing the demon form into a seed.

The seed floated in his palm, completely black with dark red patterns flowing across its surface, radiating a scorching heat, like a miniature dark star.

"Open your mouth." Sunrise opened his eyes and held the seed in front of Mirajane.

Mirajane obediently opened her mouth, and Sunburst flicked his finger, sending the Devil Seed into her mouth as a beam of black light, instantly disappearing into her body.

Mirajane's body trembled violently, and she instinctively hugged her shoulders with both hands.

With lightning speed, Riyao scooped her up in his arms and carried her quickly to an open space, where he helped her stand.

Black flames rose from Mirajane's feet, quickly engulfing her entire body, filling the air with a chilling sense of oppression.

As the flames gradually dissipated, Mirajane's form completely changed, transforming into a black demon form similar to Sunfire, his aura far surpassing that of Satan's Soul.

"Huh, it's merged into the soul of Satan?"

Mirajane in her demon form looked down at herself. The pattern of her scales was slightly different from that of the Sunbeams, and they were more in line with the female body.

Riyao grinned and approached, reaching out to touch the scales and tapping them with his fingertips.

"It was originally extracted from the soul of Satan, so it's only reasonable for it to be returned to its rightful owner."

Wendy, Charlotte, and Erza also came over to watch the excitement. Wendy looked up at Mirajane in her demon form, her mouth slightly open, her face full of shock.

Erza crossed her arms and examined Mirajane's new form, her eyebrows slightly raised and her lips pursed into a line, clearly assessing the new form's combat power and probably already planning how to deal with it in the next sparring session.

Mirajane stretched her limbs, clenched her fists, and felt the surging power within her. The dark red patterns flickered slightly with her movements, as if responding to her will.

She turned to look at Riyao. Her face in demon form was still exquisite, but it had gained a sharper and more domineering air. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a dangerous smile.

"Honey, let's practice together."

"This is domestic violence! I'm going to report it to the Women's Federation!"