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

Natsu's arm was frozen in mid-air as if it were filled with lead, and he was still panting heavily.

With great difficulty, he tensed his forearm and raised his hand, trembling as he reached towards the sun, trying to identify the real culprit who had destroyed the door.

Sunburst swiftly grabbed his burning wrist, his knuckles brushing against the bits of grass clinging to Natsu's wrist, his tone soft with understanding.

"I understand, I will fulfill the entrustment."

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Natsu's still blinking eyelids, pressing them like he was coaxing a fussy little guy. After a while, Natsu closed his eyes completely.

He then bent down, gathered the star and moon grass at his feet, and handed it to Makarov. He then swaggered over to the bar stool in front of the bar and tapped it on the counter with his elbow.

"A cold drink with crushed ice, please."

Swinging his toes in mid-air, twirling a roll of tissues on the bar counter with his fingertips, he spoke in a lazy tone, his eyes glancing at the bulging bundle of hay in Makarov's arms.

"Grandpa, is this much star-moon grass enough for you to brew wine?"

Makarov piled the star-moon grass in his arms at his feet and patted his trouser legs, which were covered with grass clippings.

His eyes narrowed into two slits as he laughed, revealing a set of big white teeth, and he kept chuckling.

"Hehe, that's enough."

Gray was lying on the ground like Natsu, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

Suddenly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, it sprang up halfway up, bracing itself on its arms and scrunching its face into a puffy mess.

His eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"What?! All that star and moon grass we worked so hard for a month was used to brew wine for the old man?!"

Natsu, standing next to him, was already snoring loudly, with glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Riyao took a big gulp of iced fruit juice, not caring that the icy juice dripped down his chin. A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, this was all the old man's task."

Gray slammed back to the ground with a "thud," his limbs spread out in a starfish shape, his shoulders twitching slightly. He was too exhausted to even complain, looking utterly humiliated.

"Click"

Dark history + 1+1+1

Kana suddenly appeared from some corner of the bar, leaning against it and swaying her head, a smirk playing on her lips: "Poor kid~"

The Fairy Tail guild is still as "lively" as ever.

Sunrise sipped the last drop of iced juice through a straw with a lemon slice stuck in it, wiped the juice stains off his chin with the back of his hand, stretched, straightened his back, and walked out of the guild with light, clattering footsteps toward his manor.

Without stopping, he plunged into the herb field of the manor, ignoring the wet mud on his trouser legs. He plunged his hands into the black soil, which smelled of grass roots, and his fingertips glowed with a faint green light.

That was the life magic he knew so well that he could feel the rhythm of its flow with his eyes closed, slowly injecting it into the soil through his fingers.

Year of medicinal materials +1 +1 +1

The bamboo shoots that had just sprouted next to it were even more exaggerated. A beam of green light swept over them and they sprouted with a "crackling" sound, their husks bursting open one by one.

In the blink of an eye, it grew into a straight, ten-year-old lone bamboo, its tip swaying as if showing off.

Turning around, he saw a large clump of weeds with small blue flowers sprouting from the edge of the field. It had actually grown into a ten-year-old "medicinal field weed." Riyao's lips twitched, he raised his hand to wipe his face, and smacked his lips.

Riyao took two steps back, raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him. A pale green magic circle spread out along the ground, covering the herb field and the fence of the manor. The array patterns resonated with the magic power and emitted a slight buzzing vibration.

The green light in his palm tightened, and the magic seeped into the roots of every plant through the soil, nourishing them and causing them to overflow with life energy that was even purer than pure magic.

Like tiny specks of light, they seeped into the Hundred Tactical Manual at his waist. Once enough were accumulated, they could be pulled out with a whoosh when he opened it during battle.

As for why it wasn't just inserted directly into the body, since it already had 100% health, it wouldn't fit no matter how you tried to insert it.

Looking at the specks of life floating across the field, Riyao suddenly curled the corners of his lips and gave a thumbs-up to the air: "Truly nature's porters~"

Having just finished weeding out the rampant ten-year-old weeds in the medicinal herb field, with half-dried mud and grass clippings on his trouser legs and even a foxtail grass dangling behind his ear, Riyao turned around and plunged into the orchard on the other side of the manor.

A pale green life force floated from his fingertips, sweeping across the entire orchard. In an instant, all the unripe fruit on the trees ripened with a "plop, plop," turning a vibrant mix of red, orange, yellow, blue, green, and purple. He leaned against a tree trunk, holding a pile of fruit that was half his height, and was almost unable to straighten his back from the weight.

"Sunrise Selection~ Our fruits are absolutely reliable, everyone who's tried them raves about them!"

Just like those flashy guys I saw in my past life, who could spit out juice like a fountain when you cut them, the fruit I have now can't spray that much juice.

"The technology of the past was really advanced; you could just plug in a water pipe and it would spout water like a fountain."

She patted her hands, which were stained with juice, and skipped off to the tea garden. Squatting among the tea bushes, her fingertips seemed to float with a pale green magic as she picked tender tea buds while humming the off-key theme song of Fairy Tail.

There's no real skill involved in tea frying. It all comes down to the quality of the tea buds; a few stirs and they're incredibly fragrant.

While tossing the tea buds in the iron wok, he was burned and kept shaking his hands. The healing glow on his fingertips flickered again and again, and Riyao couldn't help but mutter.

"I should have watched more videos on how to fry tea. Fixing hooves is really harmful."

He plunged his hands directly into the scalding hot iron pot of tea buds and stirred them frantically. The edges of the pot were so hot that steam rose from them, and the healing glow from his fingertips shone brightly.

If it weren't for the magic protecting them, these hands would have been scalded raw long ago, and the tea they produced would have had a distinctly different flavor of roasted meat – a truly unique "pork-flavored green tea" from Fairy Tail.

Even monks would give it a thumbs up after drinking it.

After frying the tea, he poured the pile of slightly charred tea buds into a rough porcelain bowl, tidied up the packaging, and instantly made it worth 998.

The packaging was so luxurious, it looked like a birthday gift for Mr. Makarov, but the tea inside... was really not presentable.

He slumped down on the edge of the tea plantation, pushed the iron wok used for frying tea aside, and gasped for breath with his hands on his knees.

Looking at the rows of tea buds and the fruit trees in the distance with their fragrance, Riyao suddenly fell into meaningless philosophical contemplation.

Why can birds fly?

We really should bring in a few strong men to lend a hand! He propped his chin up and poked at the grass on the ridge of the field.

"But those guys in the guild? If we take them to the orchard, Erza might just chop down the apple trees as training targets."

"If it's a herb field, Natsu might just eat ten years' worth of herbs like snacks."

"As for the tea garden, Gray insists on freezing the tea buds into ice blocks using an ice-making technique, which ultimately ruins everything."

By then, half the peach trees in the orchard will be frozen to death, the medicinal herb field will be burned to the ground, leaving only tea roots, and the tea garden will be pruned and trimmed with swords and spears, leaving it bare like a lawn that has been rooted up by wild boars. It would be much easier for me to do it all by myself!

They should have followed the example of that weirdo and just brought the goddess down with them.

A certain goddess suddenly shuddered.