Oh-ho

Bang!

The dull thud made the glasses in the guild hall vibrate, the wooden door was kicked open and sent flying, and wood chips fell through the air.

Who kicked the door?

You're the one! Riyao brilliant strategist!

With a loud shout, Riyao, like a cannonball, kicked the door with his right foot, which slammed into the doorway with a sharp gust of wind.

Just as Makarov was about to leave, smoking his pipe, he was suddenly kicked solidly in the chest, and the old man let out a miserable "Ouch!"

Like a golf ball being hit, it drew a perfect parabola and crashed into the bar with a "thud".

Wine bottles and glasses shattered on the floor, and red wine spilled down the edge of the bar, forming a small red stream.

"Oh ho~" x10086

Riyao glanced at the human-shaped hole in the bar, and without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the door frame, turned around, and prepared to sprint away.

Gray wasn't about to let him escape. He skipped his usual signature hand-clasped gesture before casting a spell, instantly conjuring fine ice shards at his fingertips before slamming his hands hard into the ground.

The cracking sound of ice spreading along the floor spread, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of slippery ice surface was laid out in the center of the hall.

"Hey! You think you can get away with hurting our beloved president?!"

Riyao had already pushed off with all his might and couldn't stop. His foot slipped, and he fell onto the ice with a "plop" like a round snowball.

The impact of his slammed bottom made the floor tremble, and he hissed in pain.

Natsu always manages to seize the opportunity precisely at times like these, his ears perking up with excitement as he pounces with a howl.

She clung to Riyao's back like an octopus, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Haha! Don't run away! I'm going to beat you up this time!"

Not to be outdone, Gray grabbed Riyao's waist and pressed down on him. Their combined weight made Riyao groan, his face almost touching the ice.

"Mira! Help me!" Riyao thrashed about frantically, his voice hoarse from shouting.

Mirajane leaned against the bar, covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders shook. She waved her lace handkerchief like a farewell flag, and the corners of her eyes curved into crescents.

"Sorry, Riyao, the president's in a bad mood right now, I don't dare to provoke him~ How about I bake you your favorite honey cinnamon bread tonight?"

That helpless look on his face was just like seeing off a lover on a long journey.

"You little brat! You dare ask Mirajane to save you?!"

Makarov crawled out of the bar's ruins, his head covered in splinters of wood, his white beard bristling with rage like a burst dandelion, and his pupils practically spitting fire.

He instantly transformed into a giant, lifting Riyao up like a little chick stealing a bite, his fingers pinching the back of Riyao's neck.

Riyao was suspended in mid-air, kicking his legs like a husky being held up, whimpering and barking incoherently.

"Waaaaah, Grandpa, this really was an accident! I just wanted to kick the door down to test its sturdiness, you believe me?"

Makarov snorted coldly, his fingers tightening their grip.

"Heh, what a nonchalant kid. I just want to give you a good beating right now."

Gray and Natsu, who were standing nearby, immediately got excited, with Natsu jumping around while swinging his fists.

"Exactly! Kicking the president away is bad enough, but he also damaged the main gate! Beat him up, beat him up!"

Gray crossed his arms, feigning seriousness, but a smirk secretly crept onto his lips.

"Damaging guild property and attacking the guild leader is a serious offense according to guild rules and must be severely punished!"

The other members of the guild weren't exactly shy about making things worse. Erza stood with her hands on her hips, trying not to laugh, Cana held up her wine glass and whistled, and even the usually quiet Levy covered her mouth and shook her shoulders. The shouts and cheers blended together, almost lifting the roof off.

Riyao was suspended in mid-air, glaring angrily at them.

"You all just wait! Next time you're injured and fall into my hands..."

Before he could finish speaking, Makarov's fist slammed into his back with a gust of wind, the sound like a drumbeat. Riyao covered his head and curled up into a ball, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he remained defiant.

"Gently, gently! Even if I can take a beating, you can't hit me like that!"

The familiar force, the familiar feel—clearly, the old man was very experienced in beating people.

As for why Riyao doesn't use "Life Link Modified"? Firstly, Makarov has already issued a ban, strictly forbidding him from using magic to fight in the guild; secondly, he still wants to experience the thrill of hand-to-hand combat in the future, and Life Link Modified can't bring that kind of fun.

Just as Natsu was about to join in, Makarov suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Oh no! I have a meeting at the Magic Council! I can't afford to be late!"

As he spoke, he let go, Riyao fell to the ground with a "thud." The old man hurriedly walked towards the door with his short legs, kicking the broken door panel hard as he passed by to vent his anger.

Riyao sprang up from the ground with a quick movement, then kicked Natsu in the butt, Natsu flying with a "whoosh."

He bumped right into Gray, who had just returned after picking up his clothes, and the two rolled around in a heap, their heads and faces covered in ice shards.

After dealing with the two minor troubles, Riyao rubbed his bottom and ran to Mirajane's side, pounced on her like a large golden retriever, rested his chin on Mira's shoulder, wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbed his head against her, and spoke in a voice as soft as melted cotton candy.

"Lamy, it hurts so much! Can you blow on it for me?"

Mirajane's fingertips slid down his hair, and she playfully poked his cheek.

"Hurry up and heal yourself, or you won't get any honey bread tonight."

Only towards Riyao, can he be a little gentler with the Demon Mirajane.

The guild members were already used to this and had a high tolerance for public displays of affection.

Macao and Wakaba leaned against the bar and exchanged a glance. Half of their eyes showed a sense of shared misery, like "Young man, you'll be henpecked sooner or later," while the other half held a sour look, like "I'm so envious of how gentle Mira is."

Dressed in a Western cowboy outfit, Alzack gripped his holster and watched the two of them being all lovey-dovey. His eyes sparkled, and his mind was filled with images of himself kneeling on one knee to present flowers to Bisca.

Just then, Bisca looked over with a glass of juice in her hand and gave him a gentle smile. Alzack instantly blushed to the roots of his ears, tripped and almost fell into the trash can, his ears practically smoking as he completely lost it.

Jet and Droy from Shadow Gear squatted in the corner. Jet rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Look, look! Riyao and the others can be so close, let's try it too!"

Droy nodded, clutching the small piece of paper in his hand and taking a deep breath.

Just as he was about to walk towards Levy even looking up.

"Sorry, I still need to study ancient books. Maybe next time."

The two of them instantly deflated like punctured balloons, drooping their heads and squatting on the ground drawing circles.

Happy fluttered its wings and flew over, its claws pawing at Riyao's arm. Its blue eyes were watery, and its little mouth was so small it could hold an oil can.

"Riyao ~ I'm so hungry! That idiot Natsu went out on another quest and blew up the building again, now we have no money for food!"

"That was an accident! It was... it was the Fire Dragon's Roar that had its own agenda!"

Natsu got up from the ground, clenched his fists, jumped high into the air, and his face turned bright red.

Riyao glanced up at him, deliberately drawing out his words.

"Poor Happy, you're starving every day because of some idiot, you're not growing tall at all. Even Grandpa is a head taller than you!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a bag of dried berries and handed it to her. Happy's eyes lit up, and he took the dried berries and flapped his wings to find Cana to sit with.

Riyao sat back down next to Mirajane, clutching a bottle of silver nail polish. He dipped a little into it and gently spread it on Mira's nail. The silver polish shimmered in the sunlight, like a layer of stars.

"Look at this color, it suits you perfectly."

Mira looked down at her nails, gently rubbing her fingertips, and said with a smile, "They're so pretty. Shall I paint yours too? I think sapphire blue suits you perfectly."

The reason the two didn't go upstairs was simple: a haughty, arrogant person was lying in the room upstairs. Lately, he had become increasingly obsessive, always finding something sarcastic to say to anyone he met, like a husky with its fur standing on end.

Riyao couldn't be bothered with it, knowing he wasn't a hot-blooded idiot Natsu could wake that moron up. After all, he'd beaten him up countless times before without any effect.

If Laxus knew what Riyao was thinking, he would definitely refute it angrily.

"He came up and hit me, then left with the words, 'Do you understand your father's good intentions?' Is that right, family members?"

On the other side, Elfman clenched his fists, his arms covered in brownish scales, his muscles bulging, while Lisanna bounced around beside him.

"Elfman is amazing! He's already partially taken over the Beast King's arm!"

Natsu immediately stepped forward, waving his fist and shouting, "Elfman! Come fight me! Let's see if your Beast King Arm is stronger or my Fire Dragon's Fist is stronger!"

Gray crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ignore this hot-headed idiot, Elfman, come and fight me with Ice Magic!"

Cana walked over, holding a wine glass, her eyes sweeping over Gray's waist and abdomen. She whistled with a mischievous grin, "Gray, when did your pants slip down?"

Gray looked down and saw that his pants had slipped down to his waist, revealing his pale waist. His face instantly turned red, and he jumped up with a scream, frantically searching for his clothes on the floor.

"Who did this?! It must have been Natsu!"

Levy sat on the sofa flipping through a book. Jet and Droy came over again, about to speak, when Levy said something without even looking up.

"I've said it many times already, I only want to study ancient texts right now, and I'm not considering these things for the time being."

The two of them hung their heads again and slunk away.

The guild hall was noisy, filled with laughter, shouts, and playful fighting. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, falling warmly on everyone's faces.

This is Fairy Tail; no matter when, it's always filled with a comforting, homey atmosphere, like a home that never ends.