Yan Zi had not forgotten Xia Xi, of course.
On that rainy night, she had encountered a terrifying creature beyond all reason for the first time.
What had stayed with her even more was how this boy before her, only a little older than herself, had brought along two even younger children.
And dealt with the monster with ease.
Saving her life.
And unlike someone born in the slums like her, Mr. Kurumaji could truly be called a great philanthropist.
Faced with a request from a complete stranger.
He had agreed almost without hesitation, taking no money and making no unreasonable demands.
He had followed a stranger like her all the way into the remote slums.
And treated Sayo, even writing her a prescription.
Back then, he had worn nothing but a very plain black uniform.
With several swords hanging at his waist.
He had looked like a samurai from some special organization.
Yet he also possessed such incredible medical skills that she had thought he must be the Divine Healer who had made something of a name for himself in Tokyo.
After Mr. Kurumaji left Tokyo, Yan Zi had become even more certain of it.
Because after he left, the rumors of that Divine Healer in the streets and alleys had gradually faded away too.
She had once taken Sayo to the wealthy household he had mentioned, hoping to thank him.
Unfortunately, they had never managed to see him.
It seemed his status was even more impressive than she had imagined.
He was no ordinary ronin, but at least a high-ranking samurai!
And now, Yan Zi was even more certain.
His former crisp black uniform had been replaced with looser, more comfortable robes, with an exquisite haori draped over them.
People would have believed it if someone said he