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

Chabadi turned his gaze toward Natsu, his mouth agape.

"Oh my god! What on earth happened?! Natsu and Pakas are actually at a disadvantage! Ichijo is dominating them both!"

Natsu covered his nose, rolled around on the ground, and kicked his legs wildly.

He rolled around on the ground, from one end of the street to the other, and then back again, his face covered in tears and snot.

"It stinks so bad..."

Her voice was trembling with tears.

A fire dragon was knocked out by a bottle of perfume; who can complain about this?

Pakas leaned against the wall and kept vomiting.

He braced himself against the wall with one hand and his knee with the other, his shoulders shrugging.

"This smell even cured my hangover... yue..."

He vomited before he could finish speaking.

After vomiting, he looked up as if to curse, but after taking a sniff of the air, he lowered his head again and continued vomiting.

This cycle repeated three times, leaving me completely exhausted.

He spent the whole night shaking two bottles around, posing them in various ways.

With a bottle in his left hand and a bottle in his right, his arms raised above his head, one leg bent backward, his whole body twisted into an S-shape.

"Man~ This is my cherished scent that I've kept for many years~"

He spun around, and the perfume mist sprayed from the bottle, spreading through the air and enveloping the entire street.

Mavis was dumbfounded and completely stunned.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with shock.

She froze there; the wind blew, her skirt swayed slightly, but her body remained motionless.

She had planned everything meticulously, but she never expected this one night to be so abstract.

What happened to the blue Pegasus being a gentleman?

What kind of gentleman uses body odor as a weapon?!

She stomped her foot in anger, plopped down on the railing, crossed her arms over her chest, and puffed out her cheeks.

It feels like a pro player is playing in a bronze-level match and feels powerless.

Makarov stood by, at a loss for what to do.

He paced around Mebbes, anxiously running in circles.

"Who's going to comfort the original?!"

The Fairy Tail members scratched their heads, all looking helpless.

Mirajane stepped forward and tentatively reached out to pat it, only to find nothing.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand and cleared her throat.

"The first generation is incompetent, but that's just an isolated case. Look at everyone else, they all seem pretty normal..."

On Riyao's side, he and Jura each threw a punch at each other.

Stone against stone.

"I never imagined Uncle Jura was so strong."

"Same to you, Sunrise, your growth is even more terrifying."

The two withdrew their hands and continued playing rock-paper-scissors.

The pace was fast, the gestures were dazzling, and everyone's expression was more serious than the last.

Mavis looked at Mirajane with teary eyes.

My eyes were brimming with tears, which swirled around in my eyes but didn't fall.

She pursed her lips, which were trembling, and her eyes were filled with the question, "Where is the normality of the other people you just mentioned?"

She wanted a reasonable explanation.

Mirajane coughed, whistled, and retreated into the crowd, shoving Lisana aside.

He placed his palm on Lisana's back and pushed her forward forcefully.

Lisana stumbled forward two steps after being pushed, and turned to look at her older sister in disbelief.

She sighed and put on a fawning expression.

A smile crept across his lips, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he rubbed his hands together.

"First Generation, do you think your brother-in-law is trying to lower the opponent's guard? Don't you think so?"

She paused, then secretly glanced at the sun's radiance on the screen.

"Everyone else seems normal."

The battle on Erza's side is quite intense.

The three attacked each other, and none of them took sides.

Swords flashed and shadows danced across the fountain square, leaving the surrounding buildings, flowers, and fountains in ruins.

Kagura draws her vengeful sword, fearless of the heavens.

The moment the blade was drawn, a chilling aura of resentment emanated from it.

She swung her sword, the blade slicing through the air, leaving several cuts on Erza and Minerva's bodies.

The wound split open almost simultaneously, and beads of blood seeped from the skin.

Chabadi shouted and jumped up from his chair.

"Kagura has finally drawn her sword! One strike forced the other two back. How will Erza and Minerva respond?"

Erza changed into the Clothes of Purity and held the Bladeless Sword.

She swung her sword and cleaved Kagura's vengeful blade in two; the back of her sword struck the blade, producing a dull metallic clang.

Minerva also used ancient magic, chanting ancient texts.

Ancient syllables escaped her lips, each word carrying a heavy echo, and the air began to vibrate.

A magic circle unfolded beneath her feet and slowly rotated.

Both of them were blasted away.

Erza and Kagura were simultaneously thrown back by an invisible force, tumbling twice in the air before landing on the ground, their feet leaving two black marks on the ground.

Chabadi strained his ears to hear clearly, pressing his earpiece against the light screen.

"What is Minerva saying, Mr. Yajima?"

"It's an ancient language, but I can't hear or tell which one it is."

Yajima scratched his head, ran his fingers across his bald head a couple of times, and dandruff drifted down.

Gajeel's side was also quite exciting.

Roger has matured quite a bit after being so frightened last night.

He is currently being possessed by the future Rogue, who is lurking in the shadows, and his magic power has increased dramatically.

Rogge's shadow grew deeper and deeper, its form becoming more solidified.

The shadow's surface undulates constantly, its edges shifting shape.

Gajeel was forced to retreat repeatedly.

The soles of the shoes scraped against the ground with a harsh sound, leaving a deep footprint with each step.

After a series of attacks from Rogge, Gajeel's clothes were torn and his body was covered in wounds.

The clothes were torn into strips by the shadow and hung on the body.

My arms, chest, and thighs were covered in wounds, and blood seeped from them, running down my skin.

Cracks appeared in the iron rods that Gajeel's hands had transformed into.

The surface of the iron rod was covered with fine cracks that spread from the middle to both ends, and new cracks would burst out with each block.

He frowned, puzzled.

What kind of stimulus caused this to become so powerful overnight? This magic is strange.

Before Gajeel could think further, shadows wrapped around his body.

The shadow leaped up from the ground, wrapping around his ankles, his elbows, and his waist, tightening its grip until his joints cracked.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable.

This was also beyond Mebbes' expectations.

Mavis felt so tired.

She looked down at the various scenes on the screen: Natsu was rolling on the ground from the perfume, Sunrise and Jura were playing rock-paper-scissors, and Gajeel was being suppressed by Rogue, whose strength had increased dramatically.

She looked up, her eyes vacant.

How come the world has become so unfamiliar after only a few decades?

I want to go back to Sirius Island, sob sob sob.

She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

This made the Fairy Tail members even more panicked.

A group of people surrounded Mebbes, completely unsure of what to do.

Makarov was so panicked he almost lost his mind.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

Someone please help me!