We have repeated the same routine a few days. The principal is not tagging along already. He is a sponsor, not our core development personnel. He only needs result from us, that we already proven our worth.
Mira is getting the hang of closing some wounds. Today, I decided to let her have a go on a deep bleeding wound, if there were any.
For the sake of this guild, I shall refrain from such thoughts. Here is this one unlucky swordsman who got his arm sliced by an orc. Since when did orcs start to use a sword?
"Mira, I did want you to hands on a deep bleeding wound today. But I really didn't expect it to go this deep. This time I will provide instructions on what is it about. Apply and learn along the way."
He was dragged into a room. The receptionist has to deny access against everyone. The only witness here is the guild master.
"Settle the bigger bright red first. Block any further bright red from coming out, and try to reconnect the vessel. Two things. Now."
"Continue blocking the flow, join the veins, here, have a mana potion."
"As the big artery and veins are kinda connected back, and luckily for us, nerves looks good. Now slowly unblock the bloodflow. Look out for the bright red coming out elsewhere and reconnect."
Heh, if these were done with actual clamps, just crying in pain wont explain it.
We don't know the outcome for this swordsman, honestly. This is not earth where there is microscopes. Nor Mira is experienced enough to feel the fine nerves. But if Mira isn't here. The guild might already have prepared for burial. Since the cloth also didn't always work.
"At the very least. You can live, you should still be able to swing a sword.. at least." This is the sentence I left to the swordsman.
"Mira, take a short break, get some mana potions and drink some water. This thing still hasn't end."
The guild master saw the whole process of us doing something with mana on a bleeding wound to no bleeding. But Mira walked away for a cup. Leaving the red mess still visible.
"Hey is that really alright?" Master and the poor thing asked.
"Do you feel giddy? Are you feeling you losing something?"
"Eh, not really. No blood is coming out either"
"So stop moving and cut your saviour a break. She pulled you away from the god of hell and won."
Everyone saw Mira walked out of the room full of sweat. People are asking what happened that it caused a ruckus the master get everyone to scram.
A signboard is placed. "A ranked and above issues only. Or a severely injured. Everything else pushes to tomorrow. /ban"
With a rested moment, Mira mind gets a bit clearer. It is just a extremely big big scratch wound. I told Mira. Same thing as all previously already. Muscle and skin repair. Just the this time round, start deeper in the wound and gradually move out. At the same time, the receptionist is tasked to buy a set of clothing for mira.
The guild master asked what I meant earlier. The reply I gave is: "Just by the word, literally." While shaking my head. "Do you think the god of hell really took nothing away from him? He won't be visiting hell, but he will still live on one.
We, Mira and I, only started this research a couple of weeks ago. To be doing this with just a few bottles of mana potion. Instead of his loss. I consider today's session a success."
This statement is true to guild master. A someone will need his power to grip and swing a sword, then, what is the loss? Seeing me not revealing the answer. He decided to put him on watch. Today's case is recorded and will definitely go up to the royals and down to the history.
I told Mira to wsit a bit for the clothes, and to meet at academy tomorrow as usual. Tired, I left the guild and went straight home. Mira? Let the guild master headache about this.
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"Urgent report. From the guild."
It is late evening. The butler had disturbed my rest with a letter. Guild's seal of black color. Did dungeon monsters started to come out? Now that is emergency.
"Dear Alexander
It is regarding the young man Kei, but this time round, another girl named Mira is involved.
With their combined effort, they have successfully pulled one of our guys away from the god of hell's hands.
The result described by Kei is he can at least swing a sword.
The one who did the deed is Mira.
As such incident of life saving is not even known to humankind. I decided to declare this incident as emergency.
Long live to Alexander!
Adv. Guild Master"
This is a blessing in a plain, unflavoured trouble.
Other kingdoms will see such talent as threat. First thing they need is guards. Kei is definitely safe, his parents are no simple people. Mira, on the other hand, needs support.
"With immediate effect, rotate protection for Mira with 109's manpower. They shall stay hidden for now."
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The next day, the swordsman have recovered from fear. Spending the day staring at bright red fluid of his own, leaving himself on the hands of one/two 6 years old kid. But with a sword, he pushes through the fear. "I can still grab it. I can still swing it. I can still feed my family." Happily, the swordsman heads to the dungeon, but not so deep in.
Me, on the academy, started revision on what it was yesterday. She is unable to sense those small nerve branches. I can't really see any with just my eyes. Today's lesson shall have focus on nervous system, to give her a hint.
It was until night, when he tried to pay for his food, he realised. The coin stash no longer have the cold feeling, even lifting one felt awkard. Feeding ownself took effort that he clenched the spoon as if it were sword.
The guild master saw and finally understood. He won the battle, at the price of every single living moment that required the use of that arm, it is straight up battle. To everyone else, it is just a small issue. To him, it will be all out war.