At last, the dark clouds parted in the pitch-black night sky, revealing the moon that had been hidden for so long. Its silvery light spilled down upon the fallen boy's long white hair, making him seem gentle and sacred.
Senju Miwako had still been immersed in the tremendous shock of My clan cousin, who's two years younger than me, is actually this amazing? He fought more than ten enemies alone and saved me. Her brain felt completely overloaded.
The moment she saw Senju Kyogawa, who had just been standing there looking cool, suddenly topple over stiffly, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest in fright.
Senju Miwako hurried toward Senju Kyogawa. Exhausted from running for so long and overusing her chakra, she stumbled, nearly collapsing herself as her legs gave out.
But she quickly reached Senju Kyogawa, helped him up, and checked his condition.
His face was pale, and his once healthy, rosy lips had lost all color—it seemed he had overexerted himself and was weak from exhaustion.
Senju Miwako carefully examined Senju Kyogawa and found that he had only fainted and was not seriously hurt. She could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, Senju Miwako struggled to carry Senju Kyogawa on her back. Although Senju Kyogawa was two years younger than her, several months of proper nutrition and training had put some muscle on him. For a seven-year-old girl, carrying him was still difficult, so Senju Miwako spent a great deal of effort and a long time before she finally managed to hoist him onto her back.
However, after carrying Senju Kyogawa, Senju Miwako looked at the Nichirin Sword on the ground with a troubled expression.
She tried lifting the Nichirin Sword with one hand, but it was simply too heavy. Senju Miwako, lacking the