Of course, no one was going to just watch Shizuku charge in alone, so they hurried after her. As they walked, they could hear the tremors and crashes coming from ahead, like a demolition crew tearing down a house.
"I never expected that young lady to look so petite and cute, yet be so strong."
Looking at the great hole before them, as though it had been smashed open by a bull, the Casanova Monk felt his teeth ache. He was not familiar with Shizuku. Or rather, almost no one present knew her well. Only Hara Masako had met Shizuku a few times and chatted with her, but their relationship went no further than that.
After all, they were simply on too low a level. It was like treating illness: Shizuku usually faced major procedures involving the brain, heart, liver, or kidneys, while the work done by spirit mediums like Hara Masako was basically equivalent to wound debridement. To put it bluntly, they cleaned the wound, disinfected it, then stitched it up... That was all they could do.
They could not compare to surgeons who split open skulls and cut open stomachs on the operating table.
The current situation was like junior doctors performing simple debridement and suturing when the patient suddenly suffered a critical illness and needed immediate surgery—so they called in a senior doctor to save the day. Naturally, it was not as if the two sides had some particularly close relationship.
As far as Shizuku was concerned, she had never put much effort into building connections with the people here.
On one hand, these spirit mediums were only average in strength and not worth her time. On the other hand, there were simply too few pretty girls among them.
Why had Shizuku rushed over to help just