"Hang in there, Mirai!"
"Hurry! There's a critically wounded patient here. Prepare for surgery immediately!"
"Uncle, you must..."
In his hazy state, Mirai seemed to hear countless voices. They were noisy and chaotic, while the light and shadows before his eyes blurred together. It seemed as though many people were moving about. Where had they been taken...?
Like a vague dream, the information carried by that name vanished in an instant. The clamor he had just heard seemed to disappear immediately. He thought he heard Rituo's voice, but he had not caught all of it.
Then came endless darkness...
"Ah..." It was not really a sound, merely a breath escaping his throat. Mirai's consciousness gradually cleared, and the blurry world before him came into view.
"Mirai, you're awake!" Hearing the faint sound, the person beside him immediately sprang up and shouted. He was about to smack himself twice to express his joy and relief, but suddenly remembered something and lowered his hand.
The reckless fellow was naturally Rituo. After what had happened before, he more or less understood a few things now.
After the battle with Munashi Jinpachi ended, Mirai had immediately carried him and rushed back. He had not even had time to recover or deal with anything else, and the thing that had injured him could go to hell. Moreover, the other two members of Team 40, Zuo Wei and Rituo, had been knocked off Ye Ping's eagle's back. Although they had willingly paid the price, they were injured as well. Since all three who were still mobile were in such a state, bringing Mirai back to the hospital had been their first priority. Though it pained them terribly, they had no choice but to abandon the heavy explosive blade in order to save time and energy before