The green-clad Samurai finally remembered the task at hand. Seeing that Hara was tall, dignified in appearance, well-dressed, and possessed a noble air, it was absolutely impossible for him to be a foolish villager. He immediately sheathed his sword and dismounted, revealing a little girl he was protecting, and exclaimed excitedly, "You must be the foreign warrior who can heal people, right? Quick, help me see how Asami is doing!"
Asami?
Hara's gaze fell on the little girl, seeing she was only about four or five years old, with long black hair and dressed in a small-sleeved dark blue cotton garment patterned with snowflakes. She was wrapped in a large grey worn cloth and curled up, hands pressed tightly against her abdomen, eyes slightly closed, face sallow and yellow with occasional flashes of pain, white froth at the mouth not completely wiped clean.