If you were injured, you had to see a doctor.
That was a universal truth. Rita held her scythe in one hand and the new student by the collar in the other, smiling kindly. "I'll take you to see a doctor. If they don't find anything wrong with you, what excuse are you planning to use to fob me off?"
"..."
Her aggressive attitude was met with silence, which did not surprise Rita.
She dragged the trainee monk away, quickly disappearing from the training field. Hoshino, playing Durandal, called out to the students, "Don't worry about your classmate. Rita is trustworthy. She handles everything flawlessly, so you can rest assured."
Were they worried about that student's illness?
The students screamed inwardly.
They were worried about what would happen to that student!
In a very short time, Durandal had once again been labeled "insensitive to romance." The students all turned their heads and started running.
A future even worse than being caught faking an illness awaited that student.
"Open your mouth."
Rita's scythe gleamed with a cold light. The infirmary smelled of disinfectant, while the temperature dropped sharply. An underworld-like aura spread through the room, making it feel more like a morgue.
The new student shivered, not knowing why.
"Open your mouth."
Rita repeated herself.
Her expression and tone made it seem as though the instant he opened his mouth, his tongue would be pulled out.
The experience was terrible.
So terrible that the student involuntarily obeyed her command. He opened his mouth and, at Rita's prompting, stuck out his tongue for her to conduct a perfunctory examination.
"Mm... mm... This is a serious problem."
A serious problem?
"Thankfully, you're still young."
Young?
"Otherwise, if I found out only after you reached adulthood, you'd be beyond saving."
Beyond saving?
Rita sighed