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

Since Natsu, the demolition mastermind, officially joined Fairy Tail, the frequency of guild brawls has increased significantly.

Often, it's Natsu and Gray who start things up, drawing in many other members.

Makarov's wealth is inversely proportional to the frequency of guild brawls.

At that moment, Makarov, with a half-smoked cigar dangling from his lips, slumped on the bar table, sighing as he looked at the bill.

Suddenly, I miss the days when I was just an ordinary member, when I could be the demolition boss.

These kids are even more troublesome than before, causing minor disturbances every three days and major upheavals every five days, tearing down guilds faster than saving money.

Now he has reason to suspect that the second Precht ran away because he couldn't stand the commotion.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the strange thought, and then waved towards the easel in the corner.

Beside the easel, Riyao, sporting a topknot hairstyle reminiscent of Nezha, was leaning to one side as a model, while Lidas was applying paint to the canvas with a paintbrush.

Riyao, with his sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of Makarov's gesture, and his alarm bells went off instantly. He closed his eyes and pretended not to see it.

"You brat, come here right now!"

When Makarov saw that he was pretending not to see him, he started yelling at the top of his lungs, shaking his cigar off the bar.

Riyao covered his ears with one hand, shook his head like a rattle drum, hummed an off-key Doraemon song, and deliberately smeared paint all over his face.

"Oh dear? The paint on the Lidas is almost dry, I can't hear you~"

...

Lidas is finished.

The background is a bar counter. Riyao is leaning against the bar counter, his head slightly tilted, his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. Besides his bun, there are several large bumps on his head that Makarov punched. Overall, he looks a bit dead... well, very peaceful.

Makarov blew on the cool boiled water and calmly took a sip.

Natsu and Gray stood trembling beside Sunrise, not knowing why Makarov had summoned them.

"Stop pretending, get up quickly, I have something to tell you."

Makarov kicked Riyo's bun.

"It's definitely not a good thing, I don't want to hear it."

Riyao wiped the paint off his face, sat cross-legged on the ground, and deliberately made a resistant gesture.

"I also need to be a model; Lidas's painting is going to be hung on the guild wall."

"If you handle it well, I will allow you to participate in the S-level assessment this year."

Makarov lit the water, glancing at Riyao's reaction.

"Then I request a direct promotion to S-rank!"

Riyao sat up abruptly, trying to get a higher reward.

"Never mind then."

Makarov drank half of the flammable boiled water.

"Hey! Hey! No, no, no!"

Riyao quickly raised his hands in surrender, saying demurely, "Tell me about it first, what if I'm interested?"

"Take Gray and Natsu out to do a favor."

Makarov poured whiskey into the glass.

Natsu instantly bristled, clenching his fists and jumping up.

"Huh? Why should I take on this cunning bastard's commission?!"

"That fire-breathing idiot is right!"

Gray seconded the motion.

Makarov ignored their complaints, took a sip of his flammable oolong tea, and pushed the order form in front of them.

Riyao held the commission form he had just pulled from the guild counter between his fingers, his brows furrowed into an infinite knot.

His entire face was filled with utter bewilderment, and he uttered a drawn-out question: "Huh? Star Moon Grass?!"

Upon hearing this, Gray immediately leaned closer, his eyes widening even more than the ice hockey puck he had just made.

"Star Moon Grass? Never heard of that! What kind of herb is that?"

Natsu, his face covered in crumbs from the honey pancakes fresh from the guild cafeteria, munched on them and tugged at Sunrise's arm, his cheeks bulging.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about?! What does it say up there?!"

The two turned their heads in unison, rolling their eyes so wide they could circle the guild three times over. This son-in-law...

Riyao looked down and scanned the order form again. His gaze had just landed on the location column at the bottom when he froze. His fingers trembled so much that he almost tore the paper. He raised his voice in disbelief.

"What?! The Tidal Forest?! That wretched place is not only ridiculously far away, but it's also teeming with ferocious monsters. A month would be a fast time to get there and back!"

He instantly understood Makarov's ulterior motive: he wanted to send Gray and Natsu, those two demolition maniacs, to that wretched place to suffer! And he was going to drag him down with him.

I had just made eye contact with Makarov and was about to slam my fist on the table and complain about this stupid commission when the old man suddenly pounced on me.

A pair of wrinkled little hands covered his mouth, and the beard on his chin stood up like a little flag because of the sudden movement. She whispered in his ear, deliberately dragging out the tone.

"You don't want your S-level assessment to fall through, do you?"

Riyao's eyes widened instantly, his pupils freezing in place as if an earthquake had struck. He never expected that this usually upright-looking old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes would say such a thing!

In the end, he could only hang his head, looking dejected like a frostbitten eggplant, and sigh resignedly as he clutched the service request form.

"...Fine, fine, I admit defeat."

...

Riyao slung his neatly packed mage's bag over his shoulder, pondered for a moment, and realized that he shouldn't have forgotten anything—his phone, charging cable... oh no, those weren't here.

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A moment later, Natsu, his face covered in crumbs from eating a honey pancake, dragged Sunburst over. As soon as they turned into the plaza, they saw the sturdy security guard, Old Wang, grabbing Gray by the back of his collar.

They dragged him toward the guard post like a ruffled chick, Gray's bare chest making people dizzy, and he was kicking his legs high.

"Sunburst, Natsu, save me!"

Riyao stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sun at a 45-degree angle, and exclaimed how nice the weather was.

Natsu was laughing so hard he could barely stand, clutching his stomach and jumping up and down, slapping his thighs: "Hahahaha! Gray, you actually got dragged away by the security guard? That's so lame!"

Sunlight rolled his eyes in exasperation and stepped forward to explain to the security guard. Fortunately, Gray had done this kind of thing many times before, and the security guard, Old Wang, knew the Fairy Tail members. He quickly released them.

The train started moving with a clang, and just fifty meters from the station, Natsu's half-eaten pancake fell to the ground with a thud.

His face instantly turned as white as Gray's ice crystals, his knuckles gripping the armrest of the seat turned white, his stomach churned, and he dry heaved while leaning against the carriage wall.

"Whoa... This metal box is shaking like it's been breathe fire by a dragon..."

Gray, having shaken off his earlier embarrassment, leaned over and poked Natsu's puffed-up cheeks, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"Hahaha! Natsu gets carsick? You're a Dragon Slayer Mage! That's so weak!"

"This is... a side effect of Dragon Slayer Magic..."

After thinking for a moment, Sunrise cast "Troia" on Natsu, who was instantly revived and started fighting with Gray.

Natsu gets carsick so early, what a gift! I wonder if it's a matter of his constitution, considering he was modified by Zeref.