bookrebus Chapter 722 - 722
Chapter 722 - 722
"Mmm..."Consciousness ebbed and flowed, eventually rising to the surface.
Sara let out a soft groan, opened her eyes, and looked around in confusion.
"You're awake?"
A somewhat unfamiliar female voice came from beside her.
Turning her head instinctively, she saw a girl with chestnut-colored braids and glasses, currently looking at her with concern.
"...Murderer?"
"I am not!"
Faced with Sara's bewildered accusation, Touka loudly refuted.
"I think I almost died just now."
"That was my fault, I'm sorry... but I'm definitely not a murderer!"
Touka defended herself earnestly.
To be honest, she had been really angry at the time, which was why she hadn't held back.
But even so, her own strength wasn't particularly great—at most, she could only cripple someone.
She never expected Sara to be this fragile.
One punch nearly killed her!
"You've fought me before, so why did you think I wouldn't die?"
"Because I've fought you before, that's why I thought you wouldn't die!"
Touka sighed seriously.
Her match with Sara had left only one impression from beginning to end.
That was—Sara was strong!
She had effortlessly defeated Touka, leaving her stuck in the quarterfinals.
In this year's monster-filled competition, even last year's champion was eliminated in the first round, while Touka, last year's semifinalist, was eliminated in this year's third round.
Yet Sara had advanced triumphantly all the way to the semifinals.
In Touka's subconscious, Sara was a powerhouse superior to herself.
When she threw that punch, she instinctively believed Sara couldn't possibly die, or even get injured. Who would have thought Sara would be sent flying with just one punch!
"During the match, didn't you easily dodge my first attack?"
Touka said helplessly.
"Fighting is exhausting."
A hint of aversion appeared in Sara's expression.
"It requires intense concentration. I'd rather spend my energy painting than on fighting."
For her, both painting and fighting were mentally draining activities.
Her body was inherently frail, so her mental state was often poor. Whenever she focused intensely, her mind would be exhausted for half the day.
That's why outside of battle, she was usually in that lazy state, with scattered attention.
That's how she got sent flying by Touka's punch.
If she had been highly focused at that moment, the outcome might have been different.
"Also, let me correct one thing: dodging your attack wasn't easy for me."
Sara glanced at Touka and spoke plainly.
"Really? Thank you for the compliment..."
Touka's face lit up with pleasure as she bowed slightly.
Then she realized something.
Strange, why am I thanking her?
"Where is the Sword God?"
Sara propped herself up on her arms and sat up.
They were still in the hotel room. On the wall was the fake door she had painted earlier, proving this was the Sword God's room, but she didn't see him anywhere.
"Wait a moment!"
Suddenly, Touka pressed down on her shoulder, her face slightly flushed as she looked at her.
"It's your own body, you should take better care of it!"
Sara looked down.
The apron that had been covering her fell off as she sat up, exposing her snow-white skin to the air.
"No wonder I felt a bit cold."
She suddenly understood, then picked up the apron.
She intended to put it on, but paused abruptly.
"Ah, the strap is broken..."
She couldn't wear it at all.
It would just fall off if she tried.
"We were planning to take you to the hospital, but we can't send you out like this."
Touka spread her hands helplessly.
Sending a young girl to the hospital completely naked would be too irresponsible.
In the end, Eiji took out a bottle of medicine and helped Sara recover.
"Stay here for now. I'll go get you some clothes."
Saying this, Touka stood up and walked toward the door.
"Which floor is your room on?"
"I don't have one."
"You're not staying at the hotel?"
Touka was puzzled.
That didn't make sense.
If she wasn't staying at the hotel, why did she appear at the banquet that night?
"I don't have any other clothes."
Sara explained further, shaking her head.
"Huh?"
Touka was shocked.
"You only wear this apron?"
"Yes."
"You haven't changed clothes?"
"No."
Sara nodded with certainty.
"Aprons are good. Easy to put on and take off, and very light. I like them. There's no need to buy other clothes."
Touka didn't know what to say for a moment.
Thinking back carefully, it seemed Sara had been wearing this apron since the day Hagun Academy was attacked.
That was almost ten days ago.
Had she not changed at all?
What a sloppy child!
Touka couldn't help but feel concerned.
"Besides, aprons are easy to fix."
"Fix?"
Touka looked over.
Sara pulled the two ends of the broken strap together, tied them in a tight knot, and put the apron back on.
"How's that?"
She showed off with a proud expression.
"How's that my ass!"
Touka retorted loudly.
"Alright, you stay here and don't move. I'll go get one of my clothes for you to wear!"
Saying this, Touka promptly left the room.
Sara watched her retreating back with confusion.
"Is all this trouble really necessary?"
She propped herself up with her arms and sat up from the bed.
"Recovered so well... Did they find a Blazer doctor to treat me?"
Just from sitting up, Sara was already breathing slightly heavily.
She got off the bed and searched around the room, but couldn't find the Sword God anywhere.
Shaking her head, she walked toward the door.
"Why are you coming out?"
As it turned out, the Sword God himself was right outside the door, glaring at her.
"You scared me... Why are you at the door?"
Sara retreated two steps in fright, covering her heart with a horrified expression.
This person was standing at the door, silent and completely undetectable.
"Avoiding suspicion!"
Eiji spread his hands.
His senior sister was here—he couldn't just stay in the room.
It would easily make her misunderstand that "Eiji is interested in Sara's figure"!
His gesture of spreading his hands was identical to Touka's.
No, rather, Touka's movements were the same as his.
Sara thought to herself.
These two are definitely a couple, aren't they?
As she thought this, her emotions grew inexplicably complex.
"I have a request..."
She shook her head, setting aside the confusing feelings, and parted her cherry lips to cast a pleading look at Eiji.
"No."
But Eiji refused instantly.