Although Trunks was notoriously difficult to deal with, his reputation for keeping his word was excellent. After obtaining his assurance and having him swear a solemn oath, Han Shuo no longer made things difficult for him.
Severely wounded, Trunks paid Han Shuo no further attention. Struggling, he took some gauze and medicinal liquid from his Spatial Ring, applied the liquid to his wounds with trembling hands, then bandaged them, grimacing in pain.
"Your injuries look pretty serious. How long will it take you to recover?" Han Shuo asked with a frown as he watched Trunks.
Trunks snorted irritably. "You're the one who gave me these injuries, and you still have the nerve to ask. But don't worry. They look serious, but they haven't damaged my muscles or bones, so they'll heal easily. Besides, I ground the medicine I just applied from extraordinary herbs I gathered in the Dark Forest. It's very effective at helping wounds scab over and heal. Once my Battle Aura recovers, I won't be a burden to you."
Han Shuo nodded. "Good. Let's head back now."
"Wait!" Trunks called out. He studied Han Shuo's face before asking in utter bewilderment, "Can you tell me why you could detect me the moment I reached your tents, no matter where I hid? And my Dragon-Binding Slash uses Battle Aura to immobilize an enemy first. Anyone whose strength doesn't exceed mine can only let me slaughter them. Why could your weapon still fly around on its own to protect your whole body?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you either of those things. All I can say is, never try to ambush me again. You'll only be asking for trouble." Han Shuo shrugged as he spoke to Trunks.
Trunks had never expected Han Shuo to reveal his secrets. In truth, all he