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

Kana stuffed the last bite of meat into her mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, let out a loud burp, and then slumped unceremoniously into her chair.

With his arms hanging down on either side of the chair, his head tilted back on the chair, and his round belly bulging out, he looked just like a lazy cat basking in the sun after a good meal.

(*￣rǒ￣)

"I'm so full, I don't want to move."

She closed her eyes, her voice tinged with a contented languor.

"I'm sleeping here tonight. Anyway, I can get a free breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Sure, come on, I'll take you to an empty room."

Lisana stood up and patted Kana on the shoulder.

Kana struggled to get up from the chair, moving as slowly as an old woman, groaning with every movement, and followed Lisana toward the guest room.

Riyao sat on a stone bench under a sycamore tree, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the two old men still pretending to be dead in the tree, showing no intention of going inside.

Mirajah came out of the main house, wearing pajamas, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders.

She walked behind Riyao, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently squeezed them.

"Okay, okay, let's go to sleep."

"I'll keep an eye on it for a while longer."

"What are you watching? They're not going to get away."

Mirajane bent down, resting her chin on the top of Sunrise's head, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Ignore those two old bastards. You've had a long day, you should rest."

Riyao was pulled up from the stone bench by Mirajane and half-pushed, half-forced, walked toward the main house.

Just before entering, he turned back and glared fiercely at the tree.

Makarov and Kirdas turned their heads simultaneously, one to the left and the other to the right, their movements perfectly synchronized, avoiding looking at the Sun.

The door to the main house was closed.

The light in the window stayed on for a while, then went out.

Another ten minutes or so passed before the manor fell completely silent.

There were only the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Makarov quietly opened one eye.

"Is he asleep?"

"You should go to sleep."

Gildarts also opened his eyes.

The two exchanged a glance and began to struggle simultaneously.

Makarov took a deep breath and activated the Giant Magic.

His body began to swell; his arms became thicker, his shoulders twice as wide, and he grew as big as an inflating balloon.

Under normal circumstances, this change in body size would be enough to break any ordinary rope.

But as his body grew larger, the rope also grew longer and thicker, always remaining tightly bound to his skin, not an inch more or less.

He grew to three times his size, and the rope became three times its length.

"Good lad."

Makarov shrunk back to his original size, and the rope retracted as well.

"Even an upright and honorable Ten Wizard Saint like me is being guarded against. That's too much."

"You call yourself upright and honorable? Why didn't you say that when you stole someone's wine?"

Gildarts sneered from the side, then began to try his own method.

He activated the shattering spell, his right hand glowing white as he pressed it against the rope.

The Shattering Magic can break down all magical matter into its most basic particles, and theoretically, no magical creation can withstand it.

The rope was indeed torn to shreds.

However, the speed at which it is shredded is not as fast as the speed at which the rope regenerates.

As soon as one layer of white light disappeared, a new layer of rope grew back, at a rate at least twice as fast as the rate of pulverization.

Gildarts pressed for more than ten seconds, but the rope not only didn't break, it actually became thicker than before.

"Wow, this kid has this trick up his sleeve."

Sunlight's voice drifted leisurely from the main house, carrying a clear sense of drowsiness and impatience at being woken up.

"Stop struggling. The rope is made of sycamore tree branches, connecting the entire sycamore tree. Even if you use magic until it smokes, the rope won't break."

The two of them sighed in unison.

Makarov shifted his body and adjusted his posture.

"Forget it, let's just get some sleep and wait until tomorrow. He can't keep us hanging like this forever."

The two closed their eyes, preparing to sleep.

Before their breathing could even catch up, the rope suddenly emitted multicolored light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven colors flashed by in turn.

Then the rope started moving.

First, they stretched out, and then both of them fell half a meter down at the same time, almost touching the ground.

Then it suddenly shortened, pulling the two back to their original height, and the inertia made their bodies sway several times in the air.

elongation.

shorten.

elongation.

shorten.

Up and down, up and down, the rhythm is quite regular.

"That brat's got some tricks up his sleeve."

Makarov was dizzy from being shaken, but he still kept commenting.

"Have him make me a set tomorrow, I'll use it to teach those brats in the guild a lesson next time. Let them know that this old man isn't someone to be trifled with."

"Well......"

Kyldas's expression was not good.

His face went from rosy to pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat.

"I feel like the wine I drank is going to come back up."

"Don't throw up!! What will I do if you throw up!! I'll be smelled like that all night!!"

"Swing a little to the left..."

"No!! Hold it in!!"

The rope was still swaying up and down, and the two old men were going up and down in the air, one trying to hold back his alcohol and the other trying to avoid vomit. The scene was extremely embarrassing.

After taking a shower, Kana changed into the pajamas that Lisana had lent her, dried her wet hair, and went outside for some fresh air.

She looked up at the view in the tree and almost dropped her towel.

"Hahahaha..."

She laughed so hard she bent over, one hand on her knee and the other covering her stomach.

Her stomach, which she had just finished eating, was aching from laughing, but she couldn't stop.

"Sunrise is so talented... hahaha... I can't take it anymore..."

Hearing the commotion, Lisana put on a coat and ran out to see what was going on.

Then it's Elfman, then Wendy and Charlotte.

Several people stood in a row, looking up at two old men being tossed around by ropes in the tree, their expressions varied.

Xia Lulu looked at this absurd scene, sighed deeply, and shook her head.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the guild disbands one day."

Wendy quickly squatted down and covered Xia Lulu's mouth with both hands.

"Xia Lulu, don't say that..."

Charlotte flicked her tail in dissatisfaction, the tip of which brushed against Wendy's cheek.

Wendy felt itchy from the sweeping, but she didn't let go of the brush.

Lisana pulled out a camera from somewhere, held it up, aimed it at the tree, and snapped several photos.

Flashes of light repeatedly illuminated the night, capturing the expressions of Makarov and Kirdas as they were tossed about by the ropes in photographs.

"Look over here! Look over here! Cheese!"

Makarov tried to maintain his composure amidst the up-and-down jolting, but each time the shutter lit up, he was thrown to the lowest point, his expression contorted beyond recognition.

"Little Lisanna has gone astray."

He sighed, his voice filled with the heartache of an old father.

"How did such a lovely young girl end up like this? It must all be Riyao's fault."

Seeing Kana laughing so happily, Gildarts grinned as well.

He swung back and forth on the rope, his hair flying wildly, but he laughed without a care in the world.

"Kana, you have such a beautiful smile. Daddy is very happy."

"What's so great about that?!"

Makarov shouted in dissatisfaction, kicking his short legs wildly in the air.

"This is elder abuse!! Don't you want to let me go?! I'm the president!! Your president!!"

"I'm thinking about it."

Lisana put away her camera, spread her hands, and looked sincere.

"But we can't do it."

Makarov, still somewhat unwilling to give up, rolled his eyes and changed his strategy.

He softened his voice, his tone carrying a pitiful quality.

"Why don't you go and beg Riyao for me? Tell him I know I was wrong and I'll never steal his wine again."

"Well......"

Lisana took a step back.

"I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight!"

She dashed back into the house faster than a rabbit.

The door slammed shut, leaving no crack.

Makarov turned to Wendy for help.

This child is the most soft-hearted in the guild, and can't stand seeing the old people looking pitiful.

He'll have a chance if Wendy hesitates.

Wendy did hesitate.

She looked into Makarov's wet eyes, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

Xia Lulu grabbed Wendy's hand and turned to walk into the house.

The movements were swift and decisive, giving Wendy no time to hesitate.

"Wendy, go to sleep."

"But......"

"No buts."

"oh......"

Wendy was dragged into the house by Charlotte without even turning her head.

Makarov finally turned his gaze to Kana.

Kana was stuffing a banana she'd taken from the table into her mouth when she saw Makarov looking at her, and she almost choked on the banana.

She quickly waved her hand, her hand waving like a fan.

"I'd rather not. What if I say something wrong and he pulls me back up? I don't want to experience a combination of rainbow flashes and bungee jumping."

"Kana, Daddy's so hungry."

Gildarts huddled up, the ropes making him uncomfortable, but his tone was full of flattery.

"come on."

Kana threw the banana peel into the trash can, gave a thumbs-up to the tree, and smiled as brightly as an angel.

On the sycamore tree, two old men looked at each other in bewilderment.

The rope was still swaying up and down, and the seven-colored light was still flashing.

Makarov's beard stood on end from the jolting, and Kyldas's face paled even more from the jolting.

"I think..."

Makarov struggled to speak, each word punctuated by a stutter.

"after......"

It bounced again.

"still......"

It bounced again.

"Don't be too greedy."

"We'll talk about greed later. I've had too much to drink, and now I need to pee."

Gildarts's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"There's a crystal ball recording there, I'm holding it in."

Makarov squeezed his legs together.

Mebius floated on a nearby tree branch, resting her chin on her hand, watching the two old men's disheveled appearance, and laughed heartily.