There was a problem.
Asaemon's palm was imprinted on Daylan's chest, bruising a perfect portrait of his hand. Several ribs were broken, and his internal organs bled freely—as if even unconscious, his body refused to stop bleeding from his mouth and nose.
The sudden turn of events prompted Blind and Medora to appear. Worried for Daylan's well-being, Medora moved to heal him immediately—but Blind stopped her.
''He has to learn to survive on his own in situations like this.''
The worry in her eyes spoke volumes, but Blind held firm in his decision—until Asaemon spoke up.
''Don't you think healing him just a little would be fine? It is his first time, after all.''
Blind glanced at Asaemon, then finally shook his head.
"Alright, if you say so. But you help him—not her."
Asaemon gave a firm nod, then walked over and told Medora to step away from Daylan's body.
"Why did you hit him that hard?" Medora asked, visibly upset.
