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

An interlude in the past.

Makarov brought some news.

He stood by the railing of the stands, holding the notice that the council had just issued, the paper rustling in the wind.

"Since there are currently an odd number of teams, it's difficult to match them for duels. We need to merge the two teams into one."

The Fairy Tail members all gasped in surprise.

The sound exploded from the mouths of more than a dozen people at the same time, echoing in the corner of the arena.

They also wanted to take first and second place and enjoy the glory.

Natsu counted on his fingers, his brows furrowing.

Makarov also felt it was a bit of a pity.

He stroked his beard, folded the notice twice, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He also wanted to go and brag to his old friend.

Just thinking about Fairy Tail taking first and second place is exhilarating.

Now it's just a dream.

"Alright, you can arrange the candidates yourselves. I won't interfere."

Everyone stared at each other in disbelief.

A dozen pairs of eyes scanned each other's faces, but no one spoke first.

Riyao raised his head high, chin held high, waved his hand, and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"Mira and I will go, who's going to object?"

"I'll take a break, Riyo. Keep up the good work with my share."

Mirajane smiled and patted Sunrise on the shoulder, gently pressing his palm on Sunrise's shoulder twice.

"Eh."

Riyao's neck instantly shrank back, his head drooped, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

Mirajane could see that they all wanted to go on stage, so he considerately withdrew.

She took a step back, stood behind Riyao, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

Riyao even wants to form a husband-and-wife team with Mirajane.

He leaned against Mirajane, humming and rubbing his head against her shoulder, making indistinct muttering sounds.

Mirajane ruffled his hair and ran her fingers through his hair a couple of times.

Erza glanced at Natsume and the others with a sharp look in her eyes, and the two of them straightened their backs as she looked at them.

"Any objections?"

"without......"

Natsu and Gray spoke in unison, their voices overlapping.

Only three spots remain.

Gajeel roared, his voice exploding from his throat, almost spitting out metal slag.

"I haven't even had a proper match yet! You have to count me in!"

Natsu agreed, raising his fist and flames bursting from between his fingers.

"Me too!"

Gray scratched his cheek, running his fingers across it twice.

It seems that's really true. One of them played several matches but wasn't satisfied, while the other never even had a proper match.

I just beat up Leon, so it wasn't a loss.

That means there's only one regular pick left.

Kana happily drank her wine, raised the bottle to her lips, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then let out a burp.

"Don't count me in, I'll just stay in the audience and drink."

Wendy waved her hand, shaking it back and forth in front of her, her head bobbing along with it.

"I won't go."

Juvia looked at Gray, his eyes filled with Gray's reflection, his hands clasped in front of his chest.

"Juvia isn't going either, so Lord Gray will go."

Lucy waved her hand incredibly fast, her palm leaving afterimages in front of her, almost creating a gust of wind.

Don't look at me, don't look at me.

Laxus leaned against the wall listening to music, his headphones hanging around his neck, the music leaking out in a soft, fragmented way.

He coughed once, then coughed again.

He coughed deliberately, as if afraid others wouldn't hear him.

Everyone looked at him, but no one spoke.

A dozen pairs of eyes stared at him, and the air was silent for two seconds.

Laxus scratched his cheek, ran his fingers across his face, and looked up at the ceiling.

"If you really can't find anyone else, I can step in."

Riyao thought of something interesting, his eyes lit up, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He walked over, patted Laxus on the shoulder, and pressed his palm down on his shoulder twice, with just the right amount of pressure.

"Then let's go with Laxus."

To create a pseudo-five-dragon synergy.

Successors (descendants) of the Wise Dragon, Fire Dragon, Iron Dragon, Azure Dragon, Thunder Dragon.

The thought of five dragons standing together is enough to make one's heart race.

The commentator, Chabadi, turned on his microphone and announced, his voice booming from the loudspeaker.

"Now that the two Fairy Tail teams have been reunited into one, let's look forward to their performance!"

"Next up is the 2v2 duel! The first match is Fairy Tail versus Sabertooth! The first match is going to be very exciting."

Riyao jumped directly off the stands.

With his feet on the railing, he leaped forward and landed steadily in the center of the field, his shoes making a thud on the ground.

A battle of four dragons! I have to participate.

He turned back and waved to the stands, making two hand gestures in the air.

The remaining four looked at each other.

Riyao shouted from below, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Why don't you guys stay here? I can manage on my own."

The four of them simply played rock-paper-scissors.

Natsu laughed wildly, his laughter booming from the stands and echoing throughout the entire arena.

"Hahahaha, it had to be me after all!"

Gajeel kicked Natsu down with one kick.

The soles of his feet imprinted on Natsu's back, the force of which sent Natsu flying.

"Too verbose."

"Damn Iron Dragon!"

Natsu flipped in the air, braced himself with his hands, and landed steadily after a backflip.

He stood up and dusted himself off.

As expected, Saberbite Tiger sent Stinger and Rogue.

The two walked down from the stands; Stinger's steps were light and quick, while Rogge's were steady.

Chabati shouted excitedly, and his wig almost flew off.

"A battle between four Dragon Slayer Mages! This is bound to be more exciting than ever before! Both sides, please prepare yourselves."

What's all this talk about preparation? It's just a bunch of tough talk before the game.

Riyao's attitude was extremely arrogant.

He had his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, his chin facing Stinger and Roger, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a disdainful smile.

"Those little brats have grown up, I wonder if they've reached the point where they can break off dragon scales? There are two... two guys who told me to take good care of you."

Natsu wasn't thinking that far ahead; all he wanted to do right now was have a good fight.

Flames erupted from his body, engulfing him in orange-red flames, and his hair was burned and flew upwards.

"It's getting heated, so don't hold back!"

Stinger is no longer as arrogant as he was in the original story; he was already severely beaten seven years ago.

He looked at Sunrise and Natsu, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit.

"I won't let Mr. Sunrise and Mr. Natsu down!"

Rogge pursed his lips, making a thin line, and stared at Gajeel in the stands.

"Gajeel..."

"Stop with the Gajeel, there will be plenty of opportunities later. For now, just enjoy this beating."

Riyao interrupted him, his tone casual, as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

He immediately started stretching exercises.

"Stretch before strenuous exercise!"

Within the unknown space, they all observed this battle.