The next day.
After the other two members of the Nine Hashira left, Xia Xi once again stopped Gyomei as he was about to leave.
The big monk was puzzled at first.
But he soon caught on.
"Mr. Kurumaji, c-could it be that your medical skills..."
Xia Xi nodded, his gaze falling on Gyomei's still-clouded white eyes.
"Blind monk, my medical skills really have improved recently."
"Since you're here, let's try a new treatment plan on you. We'll see whether to give you [Clarity] or [Place a Ward]."
The former meant trying to restore the function of his eyes.
As for the latter, he was considering the possibility of a transplant.
If it worked, the Stone Hashira's strength would surely rise to another level after a short period of adjustment.
Though Gyomei could not understand those strange expressions,
he could sense the confidence in Xia Xi's words...
Greater certainty than last time.
Last time, his eyes had already regained a little perception.
This time...
"All this time, I've been applying the medicine regularly, as you instructed, Mr. Kurumaji."
"No wonder. Your nerve activity is slightly higher than last time. That makes this treatment less difficult."
Gyomei fell silent for a moment, his voice trembling slightly. "Mr. Kurumaji, this treatment... what are the chances of success?"
"Thirty percent."
Xia Xi did not inflate the number. The treatment plans were all marked with colors.
"If it succeeds, you'll at least be able to see blurry outlines."
Gyomei fell silent again.
After a long while, he suppressed his excitement and nodded slightly.
"Then this time... I'll leave it to you."
The treatment was again performed in the side room.
The floor, which had cracked in places last time because Gyomei had become too excited, had long since been repaired.
At that moment, Gyomei