Qingxiao stood where he was. The entire battle had nearly drained him of Cursed Energy.
Most of his injuries had come from trading blows head-on with fists, feet, and Playful Cloud.
Two heavy kicks to his chest had broken two ribs. Contusions of varying severity covered his sides and forearms, and a hairline fracture ran through his left shinbone.
There were also wounds inflicted by the Soul Liberation Blade. Though they were not serious, Qingxiao could no longer feel those parts of his body.
If he kept repairing himself, he would have to break down muscle.
Qingxiao gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to activate his Cursed Technique again.
I can put up with a little pain. I can't just waste the muscles I worked so hard to build.
Once my Cursed Energy slowly fills back up, I can heal myself. Losing muscle just to hurt a little less for a while isn't worth it.
Hmm... I'll have Shoko treat the superficial wounds in a bit. I can handle the wounds to my soul myself.
Dried blood clung tightly to his torn uniform, mixed with dirt from the close-quarters fight. Even though most of his wounds had already closed, his blood-covered appearance was still alarmingly wretched.
Suguru Geto hurried forward, instinctively reaching out to support his left arm.
"No need. I can walk on my own."
Suguru Geto's outstretched hand paused in midair. Watching the boy's stubbornly straight back, he slowly withdrew his arm and said quietly, "Thanks for everything, Qingxiao."
Not far away, Satoru Gojo stood with both hands in his pockets, his blue eyes quietly studying Toji Fushiguro's fallen body.
He had personally taken Toji's blade and knew better than anyone how much it hurt.
Then he turned to look at the blood-covered figure beside him, who