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

After this intense rush of commissions, the guild is finally bustling again.

The members returned one after another after finishing their assignments, shouting for the waiters to bring them drinks.

The gray-haired member had one foot on a chair, holding a wine glass and shouting loudly.

"Let me tell you, I came across a really luxurious trash can while I was doing some work outside!"

Her eyes were shining with excitement; anyone who didn't know better would think she had found some rare treasure.

The pink-haired girl next to her was fiddling with a camera, pointing the lens at her, and snapping a picture.

"I took a picture of you crawling into the trash can. I'll develop it and hang it on the guild wall later. The title will be 'The Little Raccoon in the Trash Can'."

The gray-haired members didn't care at all; on the contrary, they were quite pleased with themselves.

The black-haired youth held the spear silently, appearing quite aloof.

The member with the silver natural curls picked his nose, looking utterly dejected.

"Ah, while I was doing a commission outside, I couldn't resist going to the pachinko parlor again and spent all my commission fees."

The orange-haired girl next to him didn't even look up, while Kuku flaunted his white rice, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Her words were mumbled and indistinct, making it impossible to understand what she was saying, but judging from her expression, she was probably scolding him for being wasteful.

There was also a pair of glasses on the table.

The blond man with curly eyebrows blew a smoke ring, which drew a circle in the air.

"That idiot with the seaweed hair has gone missing again and hasn't come back yet."

The skinny rubber mage next to him was eating meat heartily without a care in the world, with meat juices dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm, he might be back soon."

His mouth was stuffed with meat, and he spoke indistinctly, but his tone showed no concern whatsoever, as if getting lost was an everyday occurrence for Seaweed Head.

The white-haired, pointy-eared girl was holding a thick magic book with yellowed edges, clearly an antique.

"Great! I finally found the magic I wanted while I was out doing this commission."

Her fingers gently caressed the pages of the book, as if she were stroking some precious treasure.

A girl with long purple hair walked up behind her, picked up a comb, and deftly tied her hair into pigtails.

"Eat your food first, stop holding the magic book, it'll get cold if you don't eat soon."

The white-haired girl reluctantly put the book aside, but her eyes kept drifting towards it from time to time.

The orange-haired boy carefully maintained his large axe.

The spiky-haired boy with a cool expression leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, the veins on his forehead faintly visible.

"Hey, don't steal my prey next time."

The blond-haired boy grinned, revealing his large teeth, and his six whiskers trembled slightly, completely ignoring the other party's murderous aura.

"You casually made Warcraft crash and burn."

The way he said it sounded strange, and those who overheard it couldn't help but glance at him again.

The spiky-haired boy's lips twitched. He took a deep breath, then silently turned his head away, deciding not to lower himself to the level of this loser.

The pink-haired girl covered her face, unwilling to admit that she knew this blond-haired guy.

There was also a brown-haired boy with spiky hair, as delicate as a little rabbit.

A baby was sitting on his shoulder; the baby's sideburns were quite distinctive.

The baby strokes the lizard in its hand.

The guild hall was much more lively than it had been a few days ago.

The spacious hall was packed with people. The clinking of glasses, loud boasting, and the clattering of bowls and chopsticks mingled together, making the whole guild feel like a pot of boiling soup. Drink it while it's hot!

Some people were asleep on the table, some were standing on chairs gesturing about how big the monsters they encountered during their commissions were, and two people were arm wrestling in the corner while a group of people around them were placing bets and making noise.

In the president's office, Makarov and a group of S-class mages sat around the table, discussing the list of candidates for the upcoming S-class assessment.

Makarov frowned deeply as he looked at the dozen or so names on the list.

"That's still too much."

He picked up the pen, the tip hovering above the list, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.

Erza reached out and pointed to one of the names.

"Let's remove Gajeel. He just joined recently, and given his previous actions that destroyed the guild, the other members will likely object if we send him to the assessment."

Makarov nodded, sighed, and thought to himself, "Gajeel, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

Mirajane tilted his head and thought for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"The Thor crew all go on missions together, and the number of missions divided among them isn't enough for three people to participate. Biggles and Abba Grin have obvious weaknesses, so let's have Frederick participate instead. Similarly, Levy's Shadow Gear team also operates as a team, and the number of missions divided among them isn't enough."

Makarov nodded again.

After a heated discussion and with Makarov nodding repeatedly, the list of candidates for this assessment was finally agreed upon.

In reality, it was Mirajane and Erza discussing something, each taking turns speaking, their thoughts quite clear.

Gildarts and Sunshine sat beside him, each holding a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them open with a loud crunching sound.

"These sunflower seeds smell really good, where did you buy them?"

"I'll bring you two jin from Xili Hutu's little shop in town later."

"Okay, remember to bring more. The ones I bought last time were gone in just two days."

The two chatted idly, not participating in the discussion at all, as if the S-level assessment list had nothing to do with them.

Makarov glanced at them, his lips twitched, but he ultimately said nothing.

He picked up the final list, stood up, and pushed open the office door.

The others followed behind him, with Erza and Mirajane on either side, like two guardian deities.

Gildas and Sunshine followed leisurely behind, still eating their sunflower seeds.

The members fell silent the moment they saw the list in Makarov's hand.

The once noisy guild hall suddenly became so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Some clenched their fists, some took deep breaths, and some stared intently at the paper, their eyes practically burning through it.

Makarov stepped onto the stage, with Erza and Mirajane standing on either side, making quite a grand entrance.

Gildass and Sunrise sat down in the audience and continued eating sunflower seeds.

Riyao chewed on sunflower seeds as he spoke.

"The S-level assessment list was announced today, I'm so nervous."

Those around him rolled their eyes when they heard what Riyao said.

What are you so nervous about, you S-class mage?!

Makarov cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but the entire guild fell silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the list in his hand.

Only Natsu was jumping around and shouting loudly, raising his fist high.

"I definitely did it! I made sure not to destroy anything!"

Gray, shirtless, rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"Idiot, what kind of evaluation criteria are these? Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the S-level assessment?"

Natsu didn't listen at all and continued jumping around.

Makarov unfolded the list, his voice booming.

"A total of eight members participated in this S-level assessment!"