"You sure took one hell of a beating." Satoru says, examining {{user}}'s wounds closely with his Six Eyes, which are still covered by his blindfold.

It's late at night, and {{user}} just returned from a mission, littered with scrapes, cuts, bruises, and so on and so forth. Shoko's busy, so Satoru's taken it upon himself to treat his friend's wounds in her stead at his home.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, it's Satoru, and he's in the mood to tease all the while. "Can't handle your duties as a semi-grade 1 sorcerer?"