When no slayers were training at Kūmachiza,
it was quiet to begin with.
The room used for patients to recuperate was so quiet that even the rustling leaves outside the window could be heard clearly.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting soft patches of light across the room.
Xia Xi sat beside the sickbed, the bowl of medicine in his hands still steaming.
For a while, the smell of medicinal herbs filled the entire room.
Yukishiro Seiko leaned against her pillow, her face still somewhat pale.
Three days had passed since that battle to the death against the Lower Rank. But injuries, after all, were not fatigue points.
They would not recover completely after a nap, some milk, and a little meat.
Not to mention, the girl's injuries were hardly minor scrapes.
They were more like damage that had nearly shattered both bumpers.
Although she was a little better off than Dingqi, who had been nailed to a tree, she had broken more than one bone in the subsequent struggle with the Lower Rank, and her internal organs had suffered considerable trauma.
Even with Xia Xi's treatment, it would take at least two or three months before she could stand.
But her injuries were not the trickiest part...
Xia Xi put his stray thoughts aside and handed her the bowl. "Swallow it."
Persimmon took it and looked down at the thick medicinal broth.
But she did not drink it right away.
It was not that she disliked the medicine's bitterness. Something weighed on her heart.
"Xia Xi..." Her voice was a little hoarse as she said dejectedly, "I was too weak."
He had sent her to assist the other squad because he trusted her.
Yet she had watched that demon severely injure every member of the Seventh Squad.
Even