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

During the days that Sunbeam was in a deep sleep, two major events occurred in the guild.

The fourth-generation chairman, Marcao, has been dismissed.

Kirdas was appointed by Makarov as the fifth chairman.

The following day, Makarov was rehired and became the sixth president.

Makarov stomped his feet in anger, his short body bouncing twice on the floor.

"That bastard Gildarts! He dumped the mess on us and ran away!"

However, Gildarts wasn't just doing bad things; he also got Laxus back into the guild.

Thor and his two companions immediately hugged Laxus and cried, their snot and tears covering his shoulder.

"Kildarts is a good man."

Kana kicked the bar counter, and the wood made a dull thud.

"That bastard dad's out partying again."

Riyao leisurely lay on the bar, his chin resting on his crossed arms.

"So much happened while I was asleep. By the way, Grandpa, shouldn't we be preparing for this year's Grand Martial Arts Tournament?"

He brought up the topic on purpose, afraid that Makarov would drag him to the basement to see the original, and then he would become the chairman.

These words made everyone turn to look at Makarov.

Makarov stroked his chin and twirled his fingers around his beard.

"There are still three months until this year's Grand Martial Arts Tournament. With your current strength, it will be a bit difficult. Our strength is stuck seven years ago, while other guilds have grown for seven years."

People were discussing it animatedly.

Most people probably think the difference shouldn't be that big, right?

Natsu was the first to yell, throwing a punch upwards.

"Forget about the seven-year gap, Fairy Tail is the strongest!"

Makarov glanced at Natsu, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally settling on an inconspicuous corner.

"Max! Fight Natsu!"

"Eh, me? I don't really cultivate much, I just do some small business..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get going." Makarov glanced at him.

Max sighed, slumped his shoulders, and led Natsu toward the training field.

Everyone swarmed over and formed a circle to watch the spectacle.

Natsu's fists burst into flames, the firelight reflecting on his face, and he grinned.

The Fire Dragon's Iron Fist

Max stumbled and nearly tripped over something.

"Natsu, it hasn't even started yet?!"

"Really? Whatever, hurry up!"

Natsu continued his attack, his fists slamming down with a whooshing sound.

Max had no choice but to accept the challenge.

【Sand Wall】

Sand surged from the ground, layer upon layer, forming a wall.

Natsu punched the sand wall, and flames licked at it.

Everyone thought the sand wall would explode.

Unexpectedly, the flames were extinguished by sand.

The sand grains enveloped the flames, and with a few hissing sounds, the fire went out.

Natsu's arm also sank in, and sand squeezed in from all sides, getting tighter and tighter.

He suddenly pushed off with all his might, pulled himself out, did a backflip and landed back on the ground, leaving two footprints on the ground.

The Roar of the Fire Dragon

Flames spewed from its mouth, and waves of heat rolled out.

"Hey, that's going too far!"

Max quickly pressed his hands to the ground, and the earthen-yellow magic circle lit up.

The sand churned up, pushing forward and colliding with the flames.

boom.

Smoke and dust filled the air, creating a vast expanse of white.

"Cough cough."

Everyone coughed from the choking fumes; some waved their hands to fan themselves, while others covered their faces and backed away.

Wendy puffed out her cheeks and blew a breath, sweeping away the smoke and dust.

Max sat on the ground, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm too tired."

Natsu put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, his laughter echoing across the training ground.

"Hahaha, see? Old man, I'm still stronger."

"Fire-breathing idiot."

Gray uttered a sentence from the crowd, his tone languid.

"Ice-faced guy, who are you calling an idiot?"

"Whoever answers, that's it."

Natsu and Gray started fighting, rolling around on the ground, their fists and slaps mixed together, making it impossible to tell who was hitting whom.

Makarov shook his head.

"Seven years ago, Max couldn't withstand Natsu's roar, but he can now. Although he still lost, it speaks volumes."

Everyone nodded.

A seven-year gap cannot be erased with mere words.

Erza flashed a confident smile, the upward curve of her lips sending chills down one's spine.

[Changing Outfits - Coach Uniform]

A flash of light appeared, and a pink tracksuit clung to her body, a stopwatch and a whistle appearing in her hand.

"Then I'll train them and do my best to improve them before the competition."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed Natsu and Gray from the ground, one in each hand, and dragged them by the back of their collars into the depths of the training ground.

The two of them left two long trails on the ground.

"I don't want Erza to train!"

"Me too!"

The cries of agony echoed across the training ground.

Nobody paid any attention to them.

Lucy shook her head, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"It seems like Natsu and the others will be having a lot of fun every day for the foreseeable future."

Erza suddenly turned around and grabbed her shoulder from behind, her arm tightening around her tightly.

"Then come and have fun with me!"

"Hey, what's that?"

Riyao lay lazily on the recliner, his whole body sinking into the chair, his eyelids half-closed.

Mirajane plopped down on his lap, and Sunshine groaned.

"How about we join too? We can secretly form a second team and wow everyone!"

"This feels so troublesome, I want to lie down."

"No!"

Mirajane stood up, grabbed Sunshine's arms with both hands, and pulled him back.

"It's decided then! Get up, let's go cultivate!"

Riyao was dragged off the recliner, his heels scraping against the ground as he was pulled backward.

"Oh, is it really necessary?"

"Why do I want one too?"

Mirajane walked down the corridor, casually put his arm around Kana's shoulder, and pulled her into the group as well.

"We absolutely have to! Let's form our own team and crush Erza and the others!"

Sunfire was quick-witted and grabbed Laxus, who was passing by, at the corner, holding his wrist.

"You're here too! You just joined the guild, as a junior, shouldn't you bring honor to the guild?!"

Laxus's eye twitched, and the corner of his mouth turned down.

But in the end, he followed, taking big, heavy steps.

Wendy's eyes lit up, and her gaze flickered between Erza and Mirajane.

After thinking for a moment, he jogged to catch up with Mirajane.

Gajeel looked to both sides, rubbing his fingers back and forth on his chin.

Makarov patted his calf.

"Then go to Erza's side. I reckon you won't have to be a double agent for long. Go cause trouble."

"Oh ho! Great! Finally, we can cause a huge ruckus!"

Gajeel jumped up excitedly and rushed towards Erza.

Juvia was faster than him.

"Lord Gray! Juvia needs to train too!"

A blue figure had already taken the lead and plunged into Erza's group.