Drawing Circles

Mirajane was having a great time, and Little Erza received special attention from her.

Mirajane was changed into one outfit after another, from princess dresses to suits to ninja costumes. Every time she changed, Mirajane would snap away with her magic camera.

Little Erza's patience finally ran out.

"You bad woman, let me go!"

Little Erza struggled to jump down from Mirajane's arms, her short legs staggering as she landed, but she quickly regained her balance, her little fists clenched tightly.

"You're being naughty. You have to call me Big Sister."

Mirajane crouched down, extended a finger, and tapped Little Erza's nose, smiling sweetly.

Little Erza gritted her teeth, waved her little hand, and a magic circle unfolded beneath her feet. Normally, she could Requip instantly, but in the end, she only summoned an iron sword, the blade of which was longer than her, and she gripped the hilt with both hands.

"Bad woman!"

She swung her greatsword at Mirajane, but the sword was too heavy, and the momentum of the sword caused her to spin around, almost tripping her.

Mirajane's lips curled slightly. She didn't even flinch, but simply turned slightly to the side. The iron sword grazed the hem of her clothes without even touching a thread.

"Oh my, Little Erza is trying to escape from Big Sister's grasp, how adorable!"

Mirajane stretched out her finger and flicked Little Erza hard on the forehead, the crisp "thud" echoing in the guild hall.

Little Erza covered her forehead with both hands, squatted down, her little face scrunched up, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Mirajane laughed heartily, cupping her face in her hands like a smug little witch, her eyes filled with the satisfaction of a successful prank.

Wakaba leaned against the wall, pipe in hand, looking at the chaotic scene in the guild hall, the floor a mess, children running around everywhere, and clicked his tongue.

"Will the president be furious when he sees this after he recovers?"

Max shook his head and looked at Riyao with a sympathetic expression.

"Probably not. At the very least, they'll hang Riyao up and give him a good beating, since the potion is his."

Riyao had just knocked Jet and Troy away, and those two idiots still wanted to get close to Little Levy, looking like perverts. It was a bit disgusting to watch, so Riyao kicked them into a corner against the wall.

"What does this have to do with me? Natsu got the potion, and Erza stepped on it. It's none of my business."

Riyao spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Have you forgotten that you just made the president call you 'brother'?"

Max offered a quiet reminder.

Riyao paused for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Hey, it's okay. As long as I run fast, the attacker can't catch me. By the way..."

Riyao sneaked over to Gildarts was panting on the ground after carrying Cana on his back.

Riyao grabbed his head and frantically rubbed it, turning his once neat head into a bird's nest.

"Gildarts, you never thought this day would come, did you? You used to always rub my head like that, now your turn has come!"

Little Gildarts kicked out with his short legs, trying to fight back, his little fists pounding on Riyao's arm.

But that little bit of strength was like a tickle; resistance was completely futile, and he could only watch helplessly as his head was kneaded into various shapes.

After Riyao had finished kneading them, he went to Mirajane and got two women's outfits, which he then forcibly dressed up for Little Makarov and Gildarts.

Little Makarov was dressed in a floral dress, and little Gildarts was stuffed into a lace dress. The two little boys stood there, looking utterly dejected.

"Hehehe... I think Little Makarov and Little Ji are cute too."

Riyao held up his magic camera and pointed it at them, snapping photos nonstop.

Little Makarov pouted, about to cry again, while little Gildarts seemed unconcerned, even tugging at her skirt as if she found it quite refreshing.

Max glanced at Riyao, then at Mirajane, Mirajane was changing Little Erza into her fifth outfit. The two were having a great time, so Max couldn't help but facepalm and complain.

"Why do they always act so frivolous?"

Wakaba exhaled a smoke ring and slowly replied.

There are two types of people who can't get out of bed together.

Riyao noticed with her sharp eyes that they had grown a bit; Little Natsu's trousers were a bit too short, Little Gray's clothes were much tighter, and Little Erza didn't seem to be struggling as much with her iron sword as before.

"Hey, the effects of this medicine are quite short-lived. I reckon I'll recover in a little while."

Macao clung to the pillar, howling in pain. Little Natsu had bitten his butt, and no matter how hard he tried to shake him off, he couldn't get rid of him, like a little crocodile that wouldn't let go once it had its prey in its jaws.

"Someone come and drag Natsu away, Romeo! Help Daddy!"

Romeo stood at a distance, arms crossed, turning his head away as if he didn't recognize Macao, muttering, "Whose dad is being chased and bitten by his kid?"

Riyao stopped playing around, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and began to observe them, recording data such as the duration of the drug's effects, recovery speed, and the amplitude of magic fluctuations, writing them down carefully one by one.

Perhaps they can develop a new drug. If it succeeds, they can prepare two bottles for the old man and restore him to his peak condition. The old man was quite strong when he was young.

However, this medicine involves fundamental changes to life, so it must be handled with utmost care and cannot be taken lightly.

Mirajane was tired of playing, so she clung to Riyao's back like a sloth, resting her chin on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck, curling up softly.

"Are you planning to continue this research? Won't it lead to some kind of disaster?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with worry.

Riyao stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

"Probably not, but I'll be careful. Just to be on the safe side, I'll add some restrictions to prevent people from using it carelessly."

"Okay, be careful! Haha~ I'm sleepy, I had so much fun today."

Mirajane yawned, snuggled against Riyao's back, and found a comfortable position.

Wendy was the first to recover. In a flash of white light, her body grew rapidly, but her clothes were still a child's size, tight on her body, with the sleeves and pant legs much too short, and her skirt becoming a miniskirt.

She quickly tugged at her skirt, pouted, squatted down, and drew circles on the ground with her finger.

Carla tilted her head and flew to her.

"What's wrong with Wendy? Are you unhappy now that you're back to normal?"

Wendy squatted down and drew circles, her voice muffled.

"Why did I recover? I can still fit into my clothes. I shrunk and then shrunk back to normal. Am I really that small...?"

Carla rubbed her forehead, unsure how to comfort her; it was indeed a sad fact.

Upon hearing Wendy's words, Mirajane immediately jumped off Riyao's back, grabbed the girls, and rushed into the infirmary to wait for them to recover, shouting back to Riyao as she ran.

"You stay outside and keep watch, don't let anyone peek!"

Riyao shrugged and sat at the door of the infirmary, continuing to record data.