Cold light flashed, and a knife-hand wreathed in a ghostly blue glow cleanly severed the octopus tentacle.
"Ugh..."
Grace fell to the floor with a thud. Though the fall was not hard, she had lost so much blood from the octopus tentacle piercing her abdomen that she was seeing stars.
"You are...?"
But even as her vision darkened, Grace struggled to raise her head and look at the unexpected arrival.
He was a young man wearing a black vest over a white long-sleeved shirt, his grayish-silver hair tied into a small ponytail behind his head.
The newcomer pushed up the round glasses on his nose with a finger and gave a warm, kindly smile, rather like a doctor or a charity worker.
Thank goodness. At least the Superhuman who appeared this time was not wearing the Akatsuki's red robes patterned with red clouds.
The succession of Akatsuki members appearing had already given the Metropolitan Police Department something of a case of PTSD.
Grace's heart settled, and intense pain suddenly struck her.
Grace looked down at the octopus tentacle still twitching faintly in her lower abdomen. A metallic sweetness rose in her throat, and crimson blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Miss, you're badly injured. You'd better not move carelessly."
Exactly!
A penetrating wound like this had probably torn her intestines apart. She needed to be taken to an emergency room immediately, or her life would certainly be in danger!
But the agony had already turned Grace's lips deathly pale and covered her face in beads of sweat. She did not even have the strength to pick up her phone and contact the nearby emergency medical team.
"Your injuries can't wait any longer. I'll give you some first aid before a doctor arrives."
The bespectacled young man crouched down,