Another ordinary day of tending to the wounded. Makoto moved from one patient to the next, offering her gentle smile to adventurers, soldiers, and citizens who gratefully accepted her help. She turned toward the next group waiting at her side and beckoned them forward.

“I can assist you over here!” she called, inviting the injured to step closer so she could heal them.

Many voices rose in praise, calling Makoto a “kind boy.” She didn’t mind the label—man or woman, it made no difference to her. What mattered was the heart behind one’s actions, not the gender others assigned.

After an hour of nonstop work, she hopped onto a stack of crates and sat down, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Huaaah… I nearly ran out of aether back there…” she murmured, humming softly as she wrapped her arms around her knees and swayed in place.