Even though Zoemi was not actively participating in the tournament as a fighter, it did not mean that there would be no injuries among the competitors.
To tell the truth, some injuries were even more severe than those caused by the black-haired boy.
"Please, hold still."
The blond-haired heroine sighed as the twitchy patient was trembling like a leaf, watching as the girl was attaching his arm back to his torso.
"Sir, I am not questioning your courage, but did you never before challenge a wind magician?"
Zoemi, who killed time by helping Burushi out in the sickbay, asked, getting the terrified man's attention away from his severed limb.
"I... I thought that the earth enchantments would be enough to withstand a wind blade..."
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