Chapter 813: Lower Three
Chapter 813: Lower Three
"How far is it, roughly?"
Feng Ye, with a medicine box on his back, followed the Demon Slayer Corps member, running down a pitch-black street into the darkness.
The Demon Slayer Corps member replied as he ran, "It's near the Flat Hills Village."
"That's about seven or eight miles away," Feng Ye said.
He had been to Flat Hills Village before. It was a fairly large village east of the town, but it was a bit far, about seven or eight miles. If he kept running at this pace, the stamina he had set for this doctor's body wouldn't last.
Although the Demon Slayer Corps member was injured, he was still much faster than Feng Ye. At this moment, his heart was filled with urgency, his eyes full of worry and anxiety, yet he had to slow down to let Feng Ye keep up.
Kanae Kocho, on the other hand, was running with ease. Even without any enhanced physical training from Feng Ye, her original physical abilities were already very strong, an evolution at the genetic level.
"Feng Ye!"
Kanae called out and then took the medicine box from Feng Ye's back as she ran, putting it on her own shoulders.
With the heavy medicine box gone, Feng Ye immediately felt much lighter and nodded slightly to her.
Kanae responded with a cute smile, happy to be of help.
However...
As the trio ran out of town and covered nearly two miles, Feng Ye's breathing became heavier, and his running stride became a bit erratic.
The Demon Slayer Corps member sensed Feng Ye slowing down and, despite his urgency, could only continue to slow his pace.
Just then, Kanae ran ahead and positioned herself in front of Feng Ye.
"Feng Ye, let me carry you..."
"Okay."
Feng Ye glanced at her and replied crisply, not feeling ashamed to be carried by a girl. After all, his identity here was that of an honest, selfless, and ordinary doctor.
Kanae squatted down and lifted Feng Ye onto her back.
"Hold on tight," she said, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush.
Then, she took off at a rapid pace, catching up with the Demon Slayer Corps member in just a few breaths.
The Demon Slayer Corps member looked at Kanae, feeling a bit odd seeing a girl suddenly carrying Feng Ye on her back. But soon, he realized that even with someone on her back, Kanae was still keeping up with him easily.
Even as he gradually increased his speed, Kanae remained composed and matched his pace.
As he pushed himself to his fastest speed and even utilized the breathing techniques of the Demon Slayer Corps to enhance his physical functions, running even faster, Kanae still stayed right behind him, showing no signs of being left behind.
"This is truly..."
The Demon Slayer Corps member felt his jaw clench in astonishment.
Although he wasn't a Hashira or a successor, he was still a long-serving member of the Demon Slayer Corps with considerable strength. When running at full speed, ordinary people would find it hard to keep up with him.
Yet, Kanae was carrying someone and still able to match his pace, and it was evident that she was breathing heavily without the aid of any breathing techniques.
This meant that Kanae's physical abilities had reached a terrifying level. If she learned the breathing techniques and underwent some training, she might even rival the successors of the Demon Slayer Corps or possess the potential to become a Hashira!
He was stunned by this realization.
However, his concern for his teammate's safety quickly overshadowed his thoughts. He wondered how his companion was doing.
With Kanae carrying Feng Ye, they covered the remaining five or six miles in what felt like an instant. Soon, they reached a cluster of short houses that formed a sprawling village in the darkness ahead.
The Demon Slayer Corps member carried Kanroji Mitsuri as he sprinted towards the light, soon coming upon a cluster of ruined houses that seemed to have been destroyed not long ago.
Signs of battle were everywhere, with bloodstains on the ground and a thick, pungent scent of blood filling the air, along with... a strange, unfamiliar odor that Mitsuri had never smelled before.
In a corner of the collapsed ruins.
Two figures stood there, one looking around anxiously while the other lay in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance. His body was only hastily wrapped with cloth strips that were now soaked in blood.
"Quick, the doctor's here! How's Kuwana doing?"
The Demon Slayer Corps member who had led Mitsuri here called out as he ran.
As he spoke.
Mitsuri had already arrived and set Feng Ye down.
Feng Ye jumped down from Mitsuri's back, his expression serious as he took the medicine box from her. He quickly walked over to the fallen wall and, after a brief examination, said, "Excessive blood loss, ruptured major blood vessels. We need to stop the bleeding first."
With that, he swiftly opened the medicine box and took out various hemostatic tools, quickly tending to the critically injured Kuwana.
"Doctor, doctor, Kuwana... you have to save him, he did this to save me..."
"Quiet!"
Feng Ye's face was stern as he spoke, his voice carrying an air of authority that compelled obedience. The anxious Demon Slayer Corps member immediately fell silent, biting his lip as he stood by.
As Feng Ye took out one unfamiliar tool after another from the medicine box and swiftly stopped the bleeding, disinfected the wounds, and provided emergency treatment, the originally weak and dying Kuwana began to show signs of improvement in just under ten minutes, his breathing gradually stabilizing.
"That's great, that's great."
The two Demon Slayer Corps members who had only suffered minor injuries finally breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with tears of joy.
Mitsuri, who had been assisting Feng Ye, also relaxed a little, her eyes shining with admiration as she looked at him.
Such severe injuries, with his entire chest practically laid open, yet Feng Ye had managed to stop the deterioration of his condition in just a few minutes. Even at such a young age, he was already renowned as a famous doctor in this small town and even in several neighboring ones.
He was truly remarkable.
He was her husband, her man, and he was always gentle with her. He often needed her help, making her feel needed and useful... Thoughts of their life together filled her with warmth and happiness.
Recalling the terrifying encounter with the members of the Demon Head Organization earlier that night, she silently vowed to protect this life they had built together and not let anyone destroy it.
Boom!
As this thought crossed her mind, a dull rumble echoed in the distance, causing their eardrums to buzz.
The two lightly injured Demon Slayer Corps members turned their heads sharply toward the sound.
There,
Not far away, a broken wall seemed to have been struck by some terrifying force, shattering it to pieces. And amidst the spreading cloud of dust and ashes, a pair of crimson blood-colored eyes appeared! These heart-stirring eyes had two engraved characters visible in the left one.
[Lower Three]
The two Demon Slayer Corps members needed only a glance to turn ashen, their eyes reflecting disbelief and fear.
This was... one of the Twelve Kizuki!
(End of Chapter)
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