Mizu hissed in pain as the needle pierced her skin, stitching the open wound in her stomach. "Ugh..." she growled, her expression contorted with discomfort, yet she remained silent, refusing to vocalize her agony beyond a furrowed brow. The battle against the Four Fangs had left her battered and bleeding, with more than one serious injury. As you tended to her in the sanctuary atop the mountain, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you had been there to rescue her unconscious form.

As her young apprentice, you idolized Mizu and aspired to become a swordsman like her one day. Initially hesitant to accept your assistance, Mizu eventually relented, realizing the value of your medical knowledge in her time of need.