Rasengan

Porlyusica left quickly, saying she simply disliked crowded places.

Before leaving, he casually tapped Riyao on the back of the head again, because his smile was too irritating.

Riyao rubbed his head and watched her leave.

Wendy sat under the Parasol Tree, holding an ancient scroll in her hands. Her eyes were red and her nose was pink, clearly she had just been crying.

But the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was both sad and happy, his expression was very complicated.

Riyao walked over carrying half a cantaloupe, plopped down next to Wendy, took a bite of the cantaloupe, and casually took the scroll from Wendy's hand to examine it, chewing and flipping through it as he did so, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Roar, Dragon Slayer Secret Art! One attack, one summoning, Grandine left you something pretty useful."

Wendy wiped her eyes with her sleeve, sniffed, and whispered.

"Grandine said this was the last thing she left me..."

Riyao didn't reply. He looked at the scroll again, noted down the key points, and then stood up.

"Come on, let me show you."

The Riyao manifested in the Azure Dragon Form, its arms covered in emerald green scales. It raised its hand to release magic, and an emerald green magic circle formed in its palm, the rotating patterns emitting a pale blue light.

[Illumination Through the Sky]

A small wind barrier formed in his hand, the wind wall rapidly compressed, the air was squeezed to its limit in his palm, and then burst out instantly, turning into a sharp wind spike that shot towards a large rock ten meters away with a piercing sound.

The wind pierced the stone without making a sound; the stone's surface only trembled slightly.

As the wind pierced through from the other side, a hole the size of a fist was left in the stone.

But the stone itself did not break; it remained standing firmly.

Wendy's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

She ran over to examine the stone, reaching her finger into the hole to feel its smooth surface, as if it had been polished.

"Brother Riyao, you learned it in no time?"

Wendy turned to look at Riyao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yeah, I've developed similar moves before. The principles are similar, so I learned them a bit faster."

Riyao took a bite of the cantaloupe.

"I've thought of an interesting variation, do you want to learn it?"

Wendy nodded vigorously, instantly forgetting her earlier sadness. Her little face was full of anticipation, and her two little fists clenched unconsciously.

Riyao gathered magic power in his hands once more and unleashed a magic circle. This time, he slowed down so that Wendy could see every step he took.

A wind barrier formed in his palm, but instead of exploding instantly like before, it continued to compress and rotate, causing the wind within the barrier to become chaotic.

Air currents from different directions collided wildly inside the sphere, producing a buzzing resonance. The air on the surface of the sphere twisted and deformed, like a crushed transparent vortex.

[Rasengan]

A rotating wind sphere the size of a fist hovered steadily in Riyao's palm, with tiny wind blades constantly emanating from its surface.

The air hissed as it was cut, sucking in and expelling the surrounding fallen leaves and bits of grass, instantly turning them into powder.

Riyao crouched down and pressed the Rasengan onto the ground.

Buzz!

The moment the Rasengan hits the ground, it continues to spin and destroy the ground, sending dirt and gravel flying.

A circular pit, growing deeper and deeper, quickly appeared on the ground, its edges worn smooth.

The spiral pattern extends from the bottom of the pit to the wall, as if it had been drilled by a giant drill bit.

Riyao pulled the Rasengan out of the pit, swung his arm, and threw the Rasengan out of the manor.

The Rasengan drew an arc in the air, flew dozens of meters, and then suddenly exploded, forming a small storm. The gale swept across an area of several meters, causing trees to bend and fall, leaves to fly everywhere, and a layer of grass to be torn off the ground.

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

Riyao patted the dirt off his hands, looking smug.

"It can be used handheld for close-quarters combat, offering excellent suppression capabilities, or it can be thrown for ranged attacks with a considerable blast radius, making it a versatile weapon for both offense and defense."

"Awesome! I want to learn!"

Wendy's eyes lit up, and she was already gesturing in the air with her little hands, as if she were holding a Rasengan in her hand.

Riyao reached out and ruffled Wendy's head, making her already messy hair even more unkempt.

"Then I'll start teaching you tomorrow. This move requires a high degree of precise control over magic power; it can't be learned in just one day."

Wendy clenched her little fists, full of fighting spirit.

"Yes, I will try my best!"

Riyao raised an eyebrow, a malicious smile on his face.

"When I've finished learning, how about we go beat up Natsu?"

Wendy's little fists loosened again, her voice grew softer and softer, and her head lowered.

"Oh, that's not a good idea, and besides, I can't beat Mr. Natsu..."

Mirajane's voice drifted from afar, clear and gentle.

"Dinner's ready!"

Riyao and Wendy responded in unison and ran over to eat. Wendy took a couple of steps, then looked back at the scroll under the Parasol Tree, carefully put it away, and hugged it to her chest before running towards the restaurant with peace of mind.

At the dinner table, Mirajane asked Wendy curiously about what had just happened, and Wendy recounted the story of Grandma Porlyusica's visit.

Mirajane braced himself on the table, his eyes wide with surprise, almost dropping his chopsticks.

"Huh?! Granny Porlyusica is actually Sky Dragon from another world?!"

Lisanna deftly picked up her rice bowl and moved it far away to the other side of the table to avoid being ruined by her older sister's excited actions—a lesson learned through blood and tears.

For a moment, Riyao forgot to act, his expression too calm. Mirajane looked over suspiciously, her eyes slowly narrowing, like a cat that had spotted a flaw in its prey.

Mirajane's tone shifted from surprise to accusation, and she tapped her chopsticks lightly on the table twice.

"Honey, did you already know? Fine, you didn't tell me."

Riyao chuckled dryly, his gaze darting around, trying to get away with it with a smile.

"Ah, uh... I forgot, hahaha..."

Mirajane puffed out his cheeks, pouted, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and looked as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Yes, darling, you have your own little secrets. Sigh, I'm just a poor, insignificant little thing..."

Riyao frowned, then picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into Mirajane's mouth, silencing her impending barrage of words.

"Eat up, you poor thing."

Mirajane chewed, her cheeks puffing out, but her eyes remained fixed on Riyao, her gaze a mixture of grievance and stubbornness, as if to say, "You think you can get rid of me with just a piece of braised pork?"

Riyao reached out and gently blinked for her. She opened her mouth and bit Riyao's finger, her teeth lightly tapping her knuckles. It didn't hurt, but she didn't let go.

"You're definitely a puppy at heart."

You're the puppy.

Mirajane mumbled a reply while sucking on her finger, then released her mouth, lowered her head, and continued eating, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, clearly indicating she wasn't truly angry.

The others felt a bit full, not from the food, but from the dog food. After finishing their meal, they quickly cleaned up the dishes and left, afraid that staying even a second longer would give them diabetes from the sweetness.

Riyao reached out and pinched Mirajane's little face; her cheeks were soft and felt wonderful to the touch.

"Okay, I'll tell you a little secret later, okay?"

Mirajane immediately perked up, her eyes lighting up.

"What little secret? Hiding money behind your back?"

Riyao lowered his voice, feigning mystery.

"When have I ever hidden away any money? It's a little secret that only I know."

Mirajane finished the last bite of rice in her bowl, put the bowl down on the table, and looked at Riyao with blinking eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Tell me quickly, I've finished eating!"

"What's the rush? You can listen to it as a bedtime story later. Go take a shower now."

Mirajane grabbed Riyao and headed towards the bathroom, her steps quick, as if she wanted to leap to the bathroom door in one bound.

"Lisanna! Help me wash the dishes!" Mirajane called out without turning her head.

Lisanna peeked out of the room, watching her sister and brother-in-law hurriedly leave. She frowned and exaggeratedly wiped away her tears.

"Now that my brother-in-law is here, my sister doesn't love me anymore, boohoo."

Carla glanced at the pile of bowls and chopsticks, then at Lisanna, and silently turned and flew away.