His vision was somewhat blurred.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw a spotless, smooth ceiling.
He assumed it was a ceiling because a chandelier emitting white light hung there.
After his vision came his sense of smell. A somewhat pungent odor rushed into his nose, making him frown in discomfort as his vision gradually cleared.
He quickly discovered that he was lying in a bed, covered by a white blanket.
[Whoosh!]
Once his mind fully cleared, the burly old man with waist-length blond hair and a long beard got out of bed, rose to his feet, and assumed a guarded stance almost in the blink of an eye.
"Where is this?"
The Third Raikage warily surveyed the hospital room, then lowered his head to look at his faintly itching chest.
He immediately saw that the wound on his chest had healed, leaving behind only a faint X-shaped scar. This swiftly brought back everything that had happened before.
It seemed that he had fallen unconscious after his defeat, then been brought here for treatment.
So this was Loulan?
But that thought immediately vanished, because through the brilliant sunlight streaming in through the window, he could see a clear blue sky completely devoid of yellow sand.
There were also white buildings that were clearly utterly different from Loulan's style. This was obviously not Loulan at all!
[Click.]
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made every muscle in the Third Raikage's body tense. His gaze became incomparably sharp, and his rough hands twitched with barely restrained readiness.
He knew that whoever had saved him likely bore no ill will, but at a time like this, he had to project strength.
"Looks like you've mostly recovered, Mr. A."
The person who entered was a young man about the same height as him,