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

Mirajane brought out a pot of fish soup from the kitchen.

The milky white soup is topped with scallions and ginger slices, and the fish is stewed until it is so tender that it falls apart when picked up with chopsticks.

Steaming hot, it carries a sweet and fresh aroma that makes your stomach rumble just from smelling it.

Habi slapped the table with a spoon, the iron spoon clanging rhythmically against the wooden table.

"Fish~ Fish~ Fish~"

Mirajane placed the fish soup in front of Habib, the bottom of the pot hitting the table with a dull thud.

Habi couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful of fish soup and put it in his mouth. The moment the spoon touched his lips, the whole spoonful of soup was poured into his mouth.

next second.

Happy stuck out his tongue, which was very long and bright red at the tip. He fanned his tongue with his hand, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's so hot!"

Riyao scooped two bowls of fish soup, the spoon sinking to the bottom, filling them with soup and meat.

He handed a bowl to Mirajane, the rim of the bowl touching the back of her hand.

"What's the rush? Nobody's going to take it from us. Take your time and drink it slowly."

"Oh yeah... wait, why 'we'? Isn't this fish mine?"

Harpy shouted excitedly, his voice cracking, slamming his paws on the table, leaning forward, his eyes wide open.

Riyao and Mirajane took a sip of fish soup, pressed their lips to the rim of the bowl, blew on it gently, and then took a small sip.

The two closed their eyes at the same time, their faces showing happy smiles, the corners of their mouths curving in exactly the same way.

Habi quickly scooped himself a bowl, held the spoon steady, blew on it several times before putting it in his mouth and slowly drinking it down.

"Aye~"

The two people and the cat were enjoying their soup very comfortably, sipping it one sip after another, occasionally putting down the bowl to rest before picking it up again to continue drinking.

The only sounds in the guild hall were the clinking of bowls and spoons, as quiet as the calm before a storm.

Suddenly, a noisy commotion arose outside the door.

Footsteps, shouts, and laughter mingled together, growing louder and louder as they approached.

Natsu was covered in sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, but the excitement on his face was as if he had discovered some priceless treasure.

"Hahahaha... I got the old man's embarrassing history crystal ball! Riyao, hurry up and put it down."

Erza and the others followed behind him, their faces filled with excitement. Some of them were panting heavily, leaning against the door frame to catch their breath, but their eyes were fixed on the crystal ball in Natsu's hand.

Makarov rushed out from behind, his short legs moving incredibly fast, his expression changing from terror to despair, and he reached out to snatch the crystal ball.

Erza reacted quickly, grabbing Makarov and pulling him into her arms.

She moved so fast that Makarov didn't have time to react. His head snapped back, and his forehead hit her armor.

duang~

He fainted on the spot, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp in Erza's arms.

Sunrise and Mirajane exchanged a glance, and both of their eyebrows twitched simultaneously.

"Little Ai has gone astray."

"I just wanted to give the president a hug."

Erza looked very serious, her expression as solemn as if she were attending an important meeting, and her tone was very formal, without the slightest hint of joking.

This made everyone laugh, and laughter rose and fell. Some people clutched their stomachs, some slapped their thighs, and some laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

Erza glared at them, her gaze sweeping from left to right, and each person felt a chill run down their spine the moment it touched them.

They fell silent instantly, their laughter abruptly halted as if paused. Some forced back their laughter, their faces turning red from holding it in.

Natsu handed the crystal ball to Sunrise, holding it with both hands as if it were some sacred object.

He urged him frantically from the side, jumping around on the spot, his voice getting higher and higher with each beat.

"Hurry, hurry, let it go!"

Riyao took the crystal ball, turned it over, and looked at it.

"Just infuse it with magic, you don't need to give it to me specifically."

He infused the crystal ball with magic, and a ring of light appeared on its surface. Then, a beam of light shot out from the center of the ball, projecting a light screen.

The light screen, rectangular in shape, floated in mid-air with slightly undulating edges, like a thin film on the surface of water.

Outside the door, Levy and Lucy walked in, each trying to suppress a laugh.

Levy's shoulders trembled, her lips were tightly pursed, and her cheeks were puffed out, as if she might break down at any moment.

Lucy covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes curving into crescents.

When they saw the light screen, they immediately crowded around it, their faces full of eager anticipation, pushing their heads to the front of the crowd, afraid of missing a single frame.

Levy didn't notice what was behind her.

Wendy also carried a crystal ball, holding it in both hands, and quietly walked in.

Jubia stood beside her, looking somewhat regretful, his lips downturned, his eyebrows drooping, and he was muttering something under his breath.

Gray's eyes lit up when he saw Makarov's embarrassing past being played in the guild hall.

I rushed in immediately, squeezed through the crowd, found a good spot directly opposite the screen, and plopped down.

The light curtain fully unfolded.

Makarov appeared on the screen, acting furtively, walking on tiptoe, turning his head left and right to make sure no one was around.

On the screen, his expression was tense yet filled with barely suppressed anticipation, and his mouth was moving as if he were muttering something.

Gildas and Kana were following behind him.

Gildas was also bent over, but given his size, the bend was almost invisible and only made him more noticeable.

Little Kana followed at the back, carrying three wine glasses that clinked together.

The three of them slipped into Riyue's wine cellar.

The cellar door was gently pushed open, and the three filed in. Kana, who was the last to enter, closed the door behind her.

The scene on the screen shifted, and the three people stood in the wine cellar, twitched their noses, took a deep breath, and then revealed an expression of fascination.

Makarov's eyes narrowed to slits, Gildas rubbed his hands together, and Kana's mouth was practically watering.

Makarov dragged out a barrel of wine, which was bigger than him. He held the barrel with both hands and moved it outwards little by little with crab-like steps.

Little Kana handed the wine glasses to the two of them, her movements so practiced it was as if she had rehearsed them countless times.

The three filled their glasses with wine, the liquid swirling inside, its amber luster shimmering alluringly in the light.

They clinked their glasses together, the glasses making a crisp sound, and then simultaneously tilted their heads back and drank it all in one gulp.

He drank one cup after another, poured it out after finishing it, and then drank it again after pouring it out.

Her face began to flush, her eyes became glazed, her movements became more exaggerated, and her laughter grew louder.

After drinking to their hearts' content, the three of them each grabbed a bucket of liquor and poured it directly into their mouths.

Wine spilled from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and soaking the front of his clothes.

"Stop releasing it!!! I was wrong, Riyao! Brother Riyao!"

Kana's voice came from the guild entrance, and she was hugged by Lisana who had returned.

Lisana's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, her face pressed against her back, and she was laughing like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect you'd get a share."

The commotion startled Makarov awake. He groggily opened his eyes and saw the scene on the screen. His pupils dilated instantly, and he struggled to get out of Erza's arms.

But Erza held on tightly, her arms like iron hoops, giving Makarov no chance to break free.

He could only rage helplessly, kicking his legs wildly in the air and shouting something, but his voice was drowned out by everyone's laughter.

In the light screen, the three of them drank several buckets in a row.

The empty wine barrels rolled all over the ground, lying haphazardly. Three people leaned against the barrels, their faces as red as boiled shrimp.

Sunlight appeared within the light screen.

His footsteps echoed in the wine cellar, and he kicked away an empty wine barrel on the floor, which rolled to the corner of the wall.

The three of them looked at Riyao in a daze. Kana even raised her glass and waved to Riyao, her mouth opening and closing as if she was calling for Riyao to join.

The man in the light screen had a fierce look in his eyes, his eyebrows were lowered, and there was no smile on his lips.

He somehow acquired a rope, which was wrapped twice around his fingers.

Then he walked up to the three men, bent down, and with a flick of the rope, tied them all up.

His movements were clean and efficient, and he tied them up tightly, like binding a pig. The three of them were strung together and dragged out of the wine cellar, where they were hung on a sycamore tree.

Little Kana was at the very top, the rope hanging from the highest branch, she was suspended in mid-air, her body swaying back and forth with the branch.

Makarov was in the middle, bound like a dumpling, with his legs dangling in the air.

Gildas was at the bottom, and his weight pulled the rope taut.

The three of them swayed back and forth in the wind, like a string of wind chimes.

The little girl at the top couldn't hold it in any longer; she opened her mouth, her face changed, and she spat it out.

The liquid spurted from her mouth, arcing through the air before precisely drenching Makarov's head.

Makarov was drenched and shuddered, his hair plastered to his scalp, his face covered in indescribable things.

This made Makarov feel nauseous; his stomach churned, and he vomited as soon as he opened his mouth.

Gildarts at the bottom also vomited. He had taken all the damage from the two people above him and vomited more than anyone else.

Sunlight streamed in, filtering through the gaps in the tree canopy and falling on the three of them.

Light pierced through the splashing liquid, refracting into a rainbow of colors.

The members in the guild hall were laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.

Some people were crouching on the ground clutching their stomachs, some were lying on the table, some were laughing so hard they were pounding the floor, and some were laughing so hard that tears and snot were streaming down their faces—they were completely out of control.

Riyao now has two more crystal balls in his hands.

He looked at the one in his left hand, then at the one in his right hand, and a smile crept onto his lips.