When Yusha woke up, he realized he had dozed off on the infirmary couch. The healer had done such an incredible job that it was impossible for him not to pass out. The soothing coolness that had filled his inside as he fell asleep was still there. Now that he was finally awake, he needed to check on Lieutenant Arakawa. "I hope nothing happened to the old man," he muttered to himself.
Walking down the infirmary corridor, he tried to remember which room Arakawa was resting in. Although he felt physically comfortable now, his mind still seemed a bit hazy—but whatever. He finally found Arakawa, lying in a bed. The spot where the arrow had pierced him was neatly covered with bandages. Yusha wanted to go over and talk to him, but he knew he shouldn't wake him; the old man needed his rest. Judging by the thick bandages around his abdomen, it was obvious they had struggled to save him. Either way, he was going to watch over this grey-haired man; he had nothing else to do.
Despite having only recently met Lieutenant Arakawa, he trusted him deeply. From their very first encounter, he had grown fond of the old man for reasons he couldn't quite explain. It was as if this old man filled a void inside him. But now, a fierce rage was surfacing from within. Should he kill them? Should he murder every single person who dared to harm this old man, anyone who even tried to touch this innocent soul?