Without stopping crying about his partner's condition, Shioko lifted Enatsu's head from the muddy ground, hoping that he would breathe.
The merchant's face was full of scratches and wounds, and his eyes were closed. Apparently, Enatsu appeared to be dead, but he had probably just lost consciousness.
During that strange event, Yoichi had the impression that Rokuro's wound and Enatsu's had been inflicted simultaneously. He shook his head afterwards, clearing that assumption from his mind.
"Enatsu! Hey, brother!" Yoichi exclaimed aloud, rushing towards him and lowering himself so he could look him in the face. Enatsu's eyes did not open even after his comrade's repetitive calls.
Shioko grabbed his wrist and squeezed it into one hand, "the pulse is feeble. We have little time," she spoke, looking up at Yoichi.