"The way you are now, you can't even draw that sword."
At those words.
Kisara Tendo's hand trembled slightly before finally dropping limply to the floor.
She gasped for breath, her chest heaving.
Since she couldn't move, she would use her mouth.
"What... did you do to me?"
As she felt that the agonizing pain that had been ravenously consuming her organs really had disappeared, disbelief filled Kisara Tendo's voice.
"Nothing much."
Haimo shrugged.
"I just forcibly rebooted that body of yours that was going on strike, temporarily."
"You won't die for now."
"But finding a permanent solution for your missing kidney and depleted vitality will take some other approach."
"Still, that's for later."
"Later?"
Kisara Tendo keenly picked up on that word.
She struggled to adjust her position, leaning her back against the leg of the nearby desk, which gave her a little sense of security.
Only then, in the lingering light of the setting sun, did she have a chance to carefully study this savior who had suddenly appeared-or rather, this uninvited guest.
He looked about her age, in his early twenties at most.
But his bearing was nothing like what a young man should have had.
How should she put it?
Kisara Tendo had a strange feeling.
It didn't feel as though she was facing a human being.
Despite the gentle smile on his face, she couldn't begin to tell what he was thinking.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Haimo."
Haimo gave a concise answer.
"That's... it?"
"What else?"
Haimo tilted his head, looking at Kisara Tendo.
"Do you want my blood type and home address, and a recitation of my family tree going back eighteen generations while I'm at it?"
Kisara Tendo fell silent for a moment.
His retort left her somewhat speechless.
After all.
Ever since