After drinking the medicine, Horikita's condition had clearly improved quite a bit, but she was still weak and drained. Suzuki could only have her rest in the tent for now.
He would have to wait until they went to seize a stronghold that evening to find her some more effective herbs.
It was the sixth day since they landed on the island.
The weather on the island had always been temperamental. The sky had been cloudless at noon, yet it suddenly darkened as evening approached.
A light rain began to fall, soaking the branches and leaves and making the forest floor even slicker and muddier.
"Ha... ha..."
Rapid panting shattered the rainforest's silence. Two figures, one ahead of the other, raced across the muddy ground in the direction opposite their camp.
"Ha—stop right there!"
The pursuer's face was frighteningly pale. The weakness from her low fever spread through her limbs, making every step especially heavy.
"Huh? Do you really think I'll obediently listen to you?"
Ibuki suddenly stopped and slowly turned around, her gaze filled with provocation as she faced her bedraggled pursuer.
"Ha... ha..."
Horikita clutched her heaving chest tightly. She had yet to recover from her illness, and after sprinting at full speed all the way here, her breathing was already a complete mess. She had only managed to endure this long through sheer stubborn willpower.
After barely calming her ragged breathing, Horikita's gaze turned cold. Suppressing the dizziness and exhaustion flooding her mind, she said with feigned composure,
"If you don't want to be reported for destroying someone else's property, I suggest you hand it over."
"Heh..."
Ibuki chuckled and lightly swung the ID card between her fingers. Her gaze fell upon Horikita's pale, powerless face, and her tone held a hint of amusement. "Looking like