While Aoto was still engrossed in studying his new talent, suddenly—Mukiwa, who sat across from him and had been focused on massaging her right leg, stood up while supporting herself against the alley wall and stomped her foot forcefully.
"Hmm... finally recovered." Mukiwa glanced at her right leg, which no longer felt sore or numb no matter how she tiptoed, and with a self-talking tone, she smiled wryly, "Tonight has been full of surprises... that guy in the brown robe, who is he really…?"
Aoto, pulled back to reality by Mukiwa's murmured reflection, smiled helplessly and echoed, "Who knows... Is your leg okay? Any other injuries?"
"I'm fine." Mukiwa stretched her arms out on either side of her body and tiptoed a few times, using her actions to signal Aoto that she was intact. "And you? How's the spot where you got hit by that guy's branch?"
As she spoke, Mukiwa changed to a worried tone.
"Did it bleed? Is it serious?"
