Sister Rescue Plan

"Is he an injured stranger?"

A slightly cool voice rang out, her straight legs bent down, and a pink shrine maiden outfit came into view of Izayoi Mirai.

Yae Sakura?

He was picked up and carried in a princess carry by a girl once again. However, the pain overshadowed his shame, and he could even mentally judge that Yae Sakura's movements were very skilled at carrying people.

"Hang in there." Yae Sakura noticed that Izayoi Mirai was still conscious. She hurried towards the village while looking into his eyes and encouraging him, "Hang in there, we'll be in the village soon. I'll bandage you up and prepare some herbs to treat you."

Yosuke Mirai nodded slightly. Yae Sakura walked very steadily, hardly touching his wounds, and the softness of her embrace made him want to rest.

"Don't fall asleep."

A stinging sensation came from the wound. It was Yae Sakura deliberately irritating his wound. She probably had seen people who never woke up after falling asleep. She felt that if Izayoi Mirai fell asleep now, she would never wake up.

Actually, you can't really blame Yae Sakura. After all, Izayoi Mirai is covered in blood, which could easily lead to misjudgment.

Alright, Yosuke Mirai abandoned her plan to close her eyes and rest, keeping them wide open to prevent Yae Sakura from further aggravating his wounds.

Soon, they arrived at the village.

Chapter Twenty: Dalang, it's time to take your medicine.

When the villagers saw Yae Sakura and the blood-covered Mirai Yushou, they all avoided them as if they were fleeing from some monstrous flood.

"They seem afraid of you?"

Izayoi Mirai is somewhat used to being carried in a princess carry, and even adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable.

Yae Sakura paused for a moment, then said, "It's simple, because I am a shrine maiden."

Yushou Mirai understood somewhat. It was like the village shamans. Although they would consult them on important matters, few people dared to associate with them normally. People were always afraid of things they didn't understand, not to mention that the world had Honkai. As a shrine maiden, she would definitely have to fight Honkai beasts. The distance between mortals and the extraordinary was widened in an instant.

Even if the children don't mind, their parents will definitely warn them not to get close to her, and the previous generation who trained the shrine maiden will deliberately keep her mysterious, which helps to maintain her privileges in the village.

No wonder Karen, this outsider, got such a good deal. Not everyone has a hentai mind and wants to do something to this pink, white, big, and soft shrine maiden.

but--

Izayoi Mirai discovers that everyone along the way avoids her, or more accurately, Yae Sakura, even the most promising teenagers. Isn't there a single boy with feelings for the beautiful shrine maiden who wants to develop something with her? Shouldn't there be a few exceptions in a village?

There are so many scholars in "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" who want to have a fleeting romance with a monster.

And the way they looked at him... seemed to carry pity?

He lay on the bed. Yae Sakura was very skilled at treating the wounded. She directly tore open the tattered shirt of Yushou Mirai, revealing the hideous wound. Blood was still slowly seeping out, and the bright red flesh was turned outwards.

Yae Sakura mashed the herbs and applied them to his wound. There were no bandages here, and even cloth was a luxury. Coarse linen was used to wrap his wound.

Just then, a man walked in. His face was covered in wrinkles. He saw Izayoi Mirai and asked with some surprise, "Sakura, is this the stranger you picked up?"

Yae Sakura bowed slightly: "Yes, Lord God."

"...Alright then."

The god glanced at Izayoi Mirai, said something cryptic, and then left.

After bandaging up Izayoi Mirai, Yae Sakura got up to leave. Izayoi Mirai thanked her, saying, "Thank you. My name is Izayoi Mirai. I don't know your name yet."

“Yae Sakura,” Yae Sakura replied, “You’re welcome. It’s a priestess’ duty to slay monsters and heal the injured.”

After she finished speaking, she went out. Yu Xiaolai was planning to ask her if she had found a little girl with white hair, but regardless of whether she had or not, he couldn't leave this Stigmata Space, so it wouldn't matter if he stayed a little longer.

He continued to slowly absorb Honkai energy, relying on herbs; he didn't know how long it would take for his injuries to heal.

A short while later, Yae Sakura came in again, carrying a bowl of medicine.

"This is the medicine I just brewed. Drink it while it's hot."

For some reason, the phrase "Dairo, it's time to take your medicine" kept looping in Izayoi Mirai's mind. After thinking about it, he realized something was wrong:

"I'm just injured, not sick, why should I take medicine?"

Yae Sakura looked at him: "Didn't you bleed a lot?"

So it's for replenishing blood?

After thinking it over, Izayoi Mirai decided not to refuse Yae Sakura's offer and took the medicine.

The medicine was very bitter, but it was within Yosuke Mirai's tolerance. However, after a while, his lips began to go numb, and a burning sensation rose from his stomach, as if he had swallowed a piece of caustic soda.

He sensed something was wrong: "What kind of medicine is this?"

"It's medicine."

Yae Sakura said, "When you're injured or sick, don't you have to take medicine?"

"But why do I feel like I've been poisoned?"

Yae Sakura comforted her, "Don't worry about it. Every medicine has some side effects. This is normal. It's very common in the village. I treated them all. I remember it very clearly."

Youxiao Mirai finally understood the reason behind the villagers' gazes and fear along the way, as well as the shrine's unspoken words. Their pity for him was not a misperception.

"But I feel increasingly uncomfortable."

He touched his chest, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand. "This is no longer just a matter of being slightly poisonous, is it?"

"It seems one of the ingredients is poisonous." Yae Sakura nodded slightly. "It could also be two. I'll adjust the amount next time accordingly."

You want a next time?

Yosuke Mirai's face turned pale. He swore he would never eat anything Yae Sakura served him again; she was clearly using him as a test subject.

"You can't even tell which ingredient is poisonous? Who gave you the confidence to brew medicine?"

"Of course you need to take medicine when you're sick or injured," Yae Sakura said matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, what if you die?"

I feel like taking random medications will lead to a quicker death.

A crimson flame burned within him, first evaporating the undigested medicine in his stomach. Yoyo Mirai burped; it was extremely bitter.

There's no way to deal with toxins that have already entered the body. You could have just used magic and physical strength to tough it out beforehand, or you could have burned away the uncomfortable areas with flames and then healed them.

Unfortunately, that's not possible now; his magic isn't enough to perform such a treatment.

Yae Sakura knelt beside him, her posture graceful, her clothes still stained with his blood: "Are you feeling any better?"

All my feelings turned into a sigh: "I'm much better now."

Izayoi Mirai knew that Yae Sakura meant no harm; otherwise, she would have stabbed him directly, ensuring his complete death.

She simply treated taking medicine as a necessary treatment for illness or injury, without understanding the underlying principles.

This is similar to the bloodletting therapy popular in ancient Europe. Because bloodletting therapy has a wide range of applications, ancient European doctors regarded it as a panacea for a long time.

Medical conditions at the time were not good, so it was impossible to study the underlying principles and treatments could only be based on experience.

No matter what the illness, it is always right to bleed first. If it does not cure the disease, it is because not enough blood was drawn. Even the later US President Washington died from bloodletting therapy.

"Um, Yae Sakura." Even though they were only in the Stigmata Space, Izayoi Mirai still asked, "Didn't you ever think that different herbs have different functions?"

“I know,” Yae Sakura said. “Some medicines have very obvious effects, such as stopping bleeding and coughing, but some are not very clear. In order to cure the disease, I can only mix them together. There must be one that will work.”

That's a really simplistic and crude way of thinking.

Yushou Mirai was speechless. This kind of quack doctor's thinking would get her beaten to death if she were outside, right?

He glanced at the sword at Yae Sakura's waist, but whether he could win was another matter.

Chapter Twenty-One: Why Didn't You Run Away?

Izayoi Mirai was munching on a rice ball made by the shrine maiden. It was just a rice ball, really, but it had a little salt in it, so it tasted pretty good.

However, in this era, having white rice is already quite good, and Yushou doesn't ask for anything else in the future.

"Yae Sakura, before me, did you pick up any other strangers? The kind who are very short."

"No." Yae Sakura quietly ate her rice ball. "Is it your companion?"

"Yes, I'm here to see her. If you see her, please let me know."

"I will. There are quite a few monsters around here, and it would be very dangerous to get lost."

After finishing her meal, Yae Sakura packed up her lunchbox and went outside. Standing by the door, she leaned against the doorframe and said, "You should rest here tonight. Don't go out unless you have to."

"I see."

As Izayoi watched Yae Sakura disappear through the door, he leaned against the somewhat hard pillow and said, "She specifically told me not to go out, isn't that a reminder that I absolutely have to go out tonight?"

He closed his eyes. He had accumulated enough magic power to heal his wounds. Yosuke Mirai lifted the kimono that Yae Sakura had put on him, removed the linen cloth, and revealed the bandaged wounds.

A milky white light shone from his fingertips, the rolled-up muscles retracted, the green juice applied to the wound was absorbed more quickly, and pale pink muscles regenerated, filling the gaps.

Once all the wounds had healed and the skin color matched the surrounding skin, Mirai Yosai dressed herself, regained some of her magic, and went out under the cover of night.

Whether intentionally or not, Yae Sakura dressed Izayoi Mirai in gray, making her less likely to be spotted at night than in black.

It has to be said that Yae Sakura's house is already a decent-looking courtyard, and it looks quite large. Izayoi Mirai tiptoed to the only place with a candle and began to eavesdrop.

This room resembled a council chamber, and there were quite a few people inside. The patriarch sat in the main seat, with the village chief and his companions sitting on either side. They were all elderly men, and they were discussing something.

Yae Sakura sat opposite the shrine, head bowed, without uttering a word.

"It hasn't rained in the village for days, and the shrine maiden has brought back a stranger from outside. Maybe it's because of him!"

"That's right, there have been more monsters lately, and this disaster is all because of that purple-haired monster!"

Did the purple-haired guy eat your rice?

Izayoi Mirai really wanted to rush in and bless them one by one, to cure those brains that had been flooded with feudal superstition. Yae Sakura still had pink hair!

However, thinking about it, Izayoi Mirai did not see anyone with colored hair and eyes other than Yae Sakura in this village. At first glance, everyone had black hair and brown eyes, including the god whom Yae Sakura called her father.

Are Yae Sakura and Yae Rin really the god's biological daughters?

Yosuke Mirai fell into deep thought. This was indeed a philosophical question. Perhaps Yae Rin became a sacrifice to the gods because of this unspeakable secret?

While Izayoi Mirai was having a brainstorming session, the conversation inside continued, but it was all about verbally attacking Izayoi Mirai's appearance and reaching a consensus.

"Alright," the shaman concluded. "It hasn't rained these past few days, and our crops are all withering. It's time to hold the next sacrificial ceremony. Let's use this outsider as the offering."