Chapter 79 Reunion in the Cell
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My hair had thinned a little.
It was a bit late to care about it, but my hair was not really short; it was only a little too long for me.
Women’s hairstyles had changed a lot since the new age began. Men’s hair, though, had not changed much since the Heian days. It was like a fossil. I think women had a habit of trying to make men keep old customs.
Because of that, there was a quiet rule: men should keep a neat, slightly made-up look and nothing more.
I hated having long hair, so before my marriage time I had forced it into something like a normal boy’s cut. Now the sickle’s red rust was stuck in my hair, and when I touched it my fingers felt powdery. My fingertips had a rough, gritty feel.
If the Imperial Guards saw me with this awful hair, they would grieve loudly, I thought.
”Is it all right to stop looking around the town? I thought we were still going,” someone asked.
”I understand your Lordship’s feelings toward the women well,” the older sister said, kneeling low.
The sad-looking woman who had been talking to me earlier stayed bowed on the floor. She had been ill in spirit a little while before.
”If I may speak with full disrespect, this goes beyond kindness. Why did you let a stranger cut your hair? And why in that way…” she said.
Her black hair flowed on the tatami (straw mat), and she would not look up.
After that, the tour of the town ended quickly and they took me to another house. The women turned pale and began to fuss over me.
Since the trouble earlier, all the women of Isumi town had been like this. It seemed to have shocked them deeply.
”It will grow again before you are of age and have to tie it up. It is fine. Maybe you were reckless. Even if you meant to show something, you went too far. It was childish,” one woman said.
The woman in kimono (robe) kept her forehead so low it almost touched the tatami. No matter how many times I told her otherwise, she only repeated that she couldn’t meet my eyes.
I felt like I was talking to the back of her head.
They kept apologizing, and I told them it was more trouble than help, but they could not look at me.
I gave up. If she wanted to do that, then fine—I would talk to the pretty whorl on the back of her head.
”Well then, maybe it was a kind of offering,” I said.
”An offering…is that what you mean?” she asked.
”Yeah. I saw someone do that recently.”
Kaede-san had been gentle when she gave up on Kiri-san the last time. After telling me their secret, she had left. I had done something impulsive, part shame and part a small revenge against a harsh world. I knew it was not very good.
”And also, I felt like I was being tested. That might be another reason,” I added.
”That is—”
”I won’t surprise you again. If you want to care for a woman, we will do it the right way. Please forgive me.”
She trembled as if with fear.
I almost forgot I was the one who had been taken. I began to feel like I was the one threatening her.
”This is not about forgiving or not. We had doubted your mercy. Please forgive our rudeness for trying to test your heart toward men,” she said, and she tried to press her head against the floor again.
If this was only a small self-harm act, it was less trouble than when the Ichimatsu (group) forced the townspeople to run away. Still, I did not want to lie and say it had been no bother.
By then I did not care much anymore.
If this strange event would end sooner because of it, I wanted them to keep their promise quickly.
”…Please don’t bring women who have been through too much to meet me. I beg you,” I said with a body that had no strength left. I had no will left inside me.
They led me to the deep rooms of the house.
They put me in a rich back room built for rest. There were no sharp or dangerous objects in the room. They must have been afraid I would do something more to myself.
Poor things. Normal men and I required very different handling. If I had hurt myself, the women would have felt a great pain. They must feel the heavy burden of looking after an unknown man.
Still, my wish to see everyone did not come true right away.
I was so weak that I could not get up at the time set for visits. I slept for a whole day.
I had been ill before, and I was short of sleep. I had been shaken along a rough animal path in a narrow box while trembling with cold. I was not strong to begin with, and those things drained me.
I had a fever for two days.
In a dim dreamlike fog I remembered a strange old woman taking care of me. I also remember some gifts at my bedside that looked like things taken from the dungeon. They piled up but vanished like mist; I could not keep them.
I was glad the warm stone in my pocket had kept me from getting pneumonia.
And then the next day came.
It was the fourth morning since I had reached Isumi town.
The long-awaited day of visits had come.
”…Ugh. Oh… I feel a bit better,” I muttered.
This morning I did not throw up my food.
Watching the old women and the older sisters of the noble family panic while I was sick and had diarrhea made me feel sorry for them.
Now I had my strength back enough to walk. The women and Trash-san were leading me toward the cell in the main house where they had closed up the women and the others.
I felt good and my steps were light.
Hinata, who had killed those two people, was with us. The look she gave me seemed a little softer than before… or maybe not. I honestly did not care to remember.
If I did not try to stay indifferent, hatred and sorrow would well up.
She kept her distance from me. She opened and closed her mouth like she could not decide what to say.
”Uh, good morning,” she said.
”What? You keep looking at me,” I replied.
”I wasn’t— I just wanted to greet you! Don’t be so cold…”
Hinata muttered as soon as she met me that morning.
I led the way down to the underground that went to the cell rooms.
”Men are like this by nature, right?” I said.
”That is not true. I greet other women properly!” she snapped.
She was angry.
I did not answer.
”So you want to make us fight inside this town, is that it?” she demanded.
”…”
”Say something!” she cried.
I watched her panic with a cold gaze.
She was the kind of young woman who lost herself and became nervous in front of the opposite sex. She was good enough to be an Imperial Guard. She had status in the neighborhood and in town and had lived envied by others. Yet a man she could not control had appeared and turned her world upside down. For the first time in her life, things did not go her way.
It was a pattern I had often seen among the half-trained sons of noble families.
The air was like meeting a girl you disliked on the way to school, and that feeling pricked at me.
”You have three masters and you still get nervous just from talking to me?” I asked.
”How do you know that?” she asked.
A hand lantern for going down into the underground lit her very red face next to me. She looked a little scary, like a monster. She even had horns, in a way.
”I heard from an attendant. They were not hiding it. Maybe you are close,” I said.
”No, that is different. My masters are people I cannot speak to casually. They are wonderful. They care for the town and always think about the future of everyone,” she said.
”Hmm,” I said.
She kept explaining things I hadn’t asked for.
It did not matter. She tried to flatter me, but I could not stand to hear that fierce voice for long.
”Ugh, don’t glare at me so much,” she said.
”I am not glaring,” I answered.
”Maybe it was wrong to bring you here by force, but it was for the good of the town,” she said.
”That is not just wrong… no, never mind,” I muttered.
Did she and the people of this town not understand how serious it was to abduct a man? We had killed her childhood friend. Even so, they had no right to lay hands on me.
The lantern light pushed back the darkness of the underground room.
In the half-buried space, three people lay fixed to the ground in a cross shape by iron chains.
Their chests rose and fell just a little, showing they were alive.
”What a terrible state. Do you need to go this far?” I asked.
”If we don’t, a Psionic Power user can’t be held,” Hinata said. “With normal ropes, they escape.”
”I guess that makes sense,” I said.
Their bodies were pinned to the floor by thick metal chains, and iron tubes ran along their limbs so they could not bend their joints. Even someone very strong could not use their power like this. These were special restraints for Psionic Power users.
A guard-like woman stood by them. Her hair was a strange color, not like a normal human. She also seemed to have Psionic Power.
”Trash-san, Flatty-chan… Natsume-san,” I called softly.
I moved closer to the bars of the cell. The women around me did not stop me.
”I’m glad. You’re safe. I’m really relieved. If all three of you had died, I might have broken,” I said.
For a moment, I picked Trash-san from my mental list and sent out my mind with Psionic Power to check.
My real body swayed. On the battlefield, I had learned to pull my mind back fast after using it. That way, I could confirm someone’s identity at once. If someone here in this town had the same change-shape power, I could deal with it.
”…It’s really you. Ahh…” I breathed.
My legs gave out with relief. The three of them were alive. Somehow, even after all that.
The women near me rushed over to hold me up and looked at my face with worry. I remembered them from the patrol the other day. Even if I was from an enemy town, I looked like a weak child. Seeing me like this was too much for them.
”Y-you are shaking… Maybe you are still not well?” one asked.
”I’m fine. I just want to go inside the cell,” I said.
I held the bars and looked carefully at my friends. The space between us was only about the size of two tatami (straw mat) mats. They looked better than the last time I saw them. There were no signs of torture. They did look thinner, though.
In the end, they did not let me go in.
”Won’t you free them?” I asked as I got help to stand.
Hinata, standing beside me, answered first.
”They will stay for a while. They’re our piece for negotiation with you,” she said.
”…No?” I asked.
”N-no. We won’t free them, even if you’re the one asking…!” she said, trying to sound firm.
She made it clear.
Well, that was fair. We lost the fight and were taken as prisoners. Of course they wouldn’t just let them go. For now, I was simply glad they were alive. I had asked just in case, thinking a man’s selfish wish might work, but no.
”Then at least take off the restraints. They look very tight,” I said.
”That’s fine. If we loosen them, they’ll stay calm anyway,” she said.
I wanted to see their faces properly. I wanted to hold them close and talk a lot. But I had to wait. If I acted strange, they might lock me away again.
”Well, anyone values their master. If you’re here, they won’t go wild,” Hinata said.
She pulled a key from inside her kimono and gave it to a maid with the lantern.
”Remove their restraints and blindfolds, except for the one who carries messages. If they send word with Psionic Power to Kujukuri, it’s trouble,” she ordered.
”…Thank you,” I said.
”Don’t make that face! They’re fine! We didn’t break them or hurt them!” she said quickly.
There really were no signs of pain. Even though those women had hated us so much, my friends seemed cared for. They must have been given food and water. Someone kept the place clean, too.
A maid followed the order and entered to free Flatty-chan and Natsume-san’s eyes and ears first.
”Ah… ugh…” Flatty blinked at the light for the first time in a long while, staring into empty space.
Reason flickered in her eyes for a short moment.
Natsume-san, in contrast, had empty, dull eyes. Her mouth hung open without interest. Dark circles marked her face, and tear tracks had dried there.
They looked almost broken.
”Flatty-chan, can you hear me?” I said.
”Wha…? My eyes hurt. Water… give me water. Or I’ll even take someone’s… urine… heh… hehe…” she muttered.
She was exhausted. Even when she saw me at the edge of her sight, she didn’t know it was me.
”Still alive… huh. I won’t die until I get a life where I don’t have to work except during festivals,” she muttered.
”Hey, are you okay? Can you see?” I asked.
”I will live longer than Trash for sure…” she said.
Little by little, her eyes started to focus. She slowly came back to herself and then met my gaze clearly.
”Why… are you here?” she whispered.
Flatty-chan froze. She looked around the dark room in shock.
Then she noticed my hair—cut rough and uneven. The chains around her shook at once. Seeing how I’d been treated lit a fire inside her.
Her tired fog vanished in a second. My own eyes stung as I finally saw her face again.
But Flatty-chan had no time for that.
”Ggh… gr… aaah!” she growled.
The chains scraped with a harsh sound. She was angrier than I had ever seen.
”You filthy monsters!” she shouted.
Her bones creaked. Blood began to seep where the chains bit into her skin. I heard small tearing sounds near her joints.
”I’ll kill you… How dare you touch Young Master… As long as I live, I’ll find you. I’ll kill your parents, your sisters, all of you,” she spat.
Her dark eyes glared at the women around me. She did not fear the oni-like woman at all. She looked ready to break free and leap.
”I don’t care how many times you come back to life. I’ll kill you forever. I’ll throw your whole family into a pool of medicine and acid and make you beg for death. Don’t dream of dying easy,” she hissed.
Flatty-chan clenched her teeth so hard I thought they would break. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
It was a face full of hate for the whole world. I had never seen her like this.
”Flatty-chan,” I said.
I was strangely calm. She didn’t scare me. She was my ally. I only wanted to comfort her and free her from that pain.
But there were bars between us.
”Flatty-chan. I’m all right. I did this myself,” I said.
”Young Master did this…? W-why would you do such a thing!?” she cried.
”I gave it to someone. As a charm,” I said.
Her face went blank with surprise.
”You gave away part of yourself again? For others? For a stranger woman? Please stop. I can’t bear to see you like this,” she said.
She always got nervous in front of me, but now she forgot herself and screamed. The voice came from deep inside her heart.
”It’s not like that. I needed to do it. I want you to understand,” I said.
”Young Master… still like this…” she whispered.
”I’m really happy to see your face. I’m sure we can go back to our town together. Please hold on until then,” I said.
”Really?” she asked.
Flatty-chan looked in pain. My thin face and rough-cut hair made her expression twist with hurt.
”Is that really true? You won’t push yourself again?” she asked.
”I’m fine. I’m not forcing myself. I’m sorry I dragged you into this. But I’m glad you’re alive,” I said.
”You never need to apologize! Ahh… your hair… how could they… g-gh!” she cried.
The chains around her body began to creak again.
No matter how hard she fought, she could not break free. Her strength was weaker than most Psionic Power users.
Since I would not be allowed inside the cell, I tried to calm her instead. I did not want Flatty-chan to hurt herself by resisting.
”I’ll do what they say. I won’t act on my own to help you three. I’ll stay safe and do nothing. Is that okay?” I said.
”I won’t die. Not until I kill these people. …No. Yes. Just to be clear, Young Master, they took you from our town and brought you here, right?” she asked.
”Yes, they did,” I said.
There was no other way this could happen. A man would never enter a dirty underground room like this by choice. If this were a hostage exchange after a truce, someone from Kujukuri Town should be here, not me. It was strange for me to be here at all.
Even so, she had asked because kidnapping a man was beyond common sense.
The women did not interrupt our talk.
I even jumped a little and turned around to show I had no injuries. Flatty-chan accepted it slowly.
I knew they did not bring me here out of kindness. I was a hostage. As long as they had me, the Imperial Guards could not resist. Now that they had shown me, they could keep the three locked up without chains if they wanted. If they tried to escape, the women could threaten them with me.
They could use me to pull out information, or make them obey without end, just to keep me safe.
Hinata stepped into the lantern light from the shadows of the cell and spoke to move things forward.
”You understand, right? We won’t hurt your master. So don’t do anything foolish,” she said.
She looked pale in the light, like a ghost.
”We didn’t expect the hair thing either. From now on, we swear not to leave a single mark on him. Once we reach our goal, we’ll return you all safely. We’ll forget you killed my friends,” she said.
Flatty-chan only stared at her. There was no trace of her sadness now.
”Eat dirt,” she spat.
There was only deep hate for those who dragged a man into war. She glared without any fear of the difference in power.
”You’re the same as the Ichihara lot. I don’t know how you dragged Young Master here, but anyone who touches a man is going to hell. Enjoy your short life while you can,” she said.
”…You’re getting full of yourself for someone who can’t even fight,” Hinata snapped.
The air in the underground room grew heavy.
Hinata’s strange pressure pushed against Flatty-chan, but even lying down and chained, Flatty-chan kept provoking her.
”Anyone who kidnaps a man is worse than insects. Did you leave your brain behind on the road to the underworld?” she said.
”What did you say…?” Hinata’s voice lowered.
Sharp nails began to grow from Hinata’s red fingers. Even the veins along the claws stood out.
”The only one to pity here is your master for having a fool like you,” Flatty-chan said.
”You think you can talk like that because he’s close to you? Know your place!” Hinata growled.
”Come at me then, you creepy youkai woman!” Flatty-chan shot back.
Flatty-chan would not stop.
Hinata’s face changed color fast. They looked ready to tear into each other. I stood beside them, watching.
”Flatty-chan, no. As long as I’m safe, stay calm,” I said.
”No, Young Master. I won’t forgive them. They will pay,” she said.
”No. Stay quiet,” I told her.
”This can’t be forgiven!” she cried.
If she kept thrashing, she would only hurt herself. I had to speak firmly.
”Stop.”
”…Yes,” she whispered.
Flatty-chan looked up at me with a praying expression as I went up the steps to the ground floor.
I turned to Trash-san, still wrapped head to toe, eyes and ears sealed. If I used Psionic Power on him, I could keep track of the situation even from afar.
I would come check again later.
We left the underground and walked through the main family’s garden while snow fell softly. It was a beautiful yard with well-kept pine trees.
It felt like the grounds of a shrine… or a yakuza house. Instead of concrete walls, a soft earthen wall wrapped in seaweed lined the estate, and small stones covered the ground.
Hinata and I walked side by side. The wet snow crunched like biscuits under my sandals, and I felt the stones under them.
”Well then. Sorry you had to see a girl fight like that. You’ve seen the town for a few days now. Honestly, what did you think?” Hinata asked, looking up at the cloudy sky. Snowflakes landed on her red-black hair.
No one else was around. Talking here with her felt like meeting a youkai in her haunted house.
”You said if I tell the truth, you’ll free us. You won’t change that even if you don’t like what I say?” I asked.
”Of course not,” she said.
I hadn’t seen many town, but compared to Kujukuri and Ichihara, this place was different in more than money.
Still, there was one thing I could say for sure.
”This town has no life,” I said.
The people had no energy.
Being poor was fine. The south part of Kujukuri Town, where I lived, was poor too.
”There are young people here, but the whole town felt like a funeral. I know there’s hunger and sickness, but everyone looked like walking dead,” I said.
No one seemed to have hope for the future.
People in poor towns usually still held a fire in their hearts. In the south of Kujukuri Town, where I spent my time, people had that Showa-like spirit: rebuild, survive, live on even after the world burned down.
”It’s not about effort. I’ve never seen a town this gloomy. Even if you get money now, it won’t change anything,” I said.
”You’re… pretty blunt,” Hinata muttered.
”You told me to be honest,” I replied.
”Y-yes, but still… Well, life. It really looks like that, huh?” she said.
The whole town felt worn out, like one step away from becoming a ghost village. I wasn’t saying it to insult them. It was just what I saw.
”They don’t have hope to live, maybe,” I said.
I thought for a moment.
Without hope for a better future, people give up. If they work hard, stay poor anyway, grow old, and die unseen, then no one can try their best now.
This town felt soaked in that kind of sadness.
”So. Do you know why everyone here is so down?” Hinata asked, calmer now.
I didn’t think at all.
”Probably because of the war,” I answered.
If they lost, of course the town would fall into gloom. Not many could keep walking forward when death might come any time. Maybe because no one was nearby, Hinata spoke honestly.
”No. It’s because there are few men in this town,” she said.
She looked out toward the snow-covered streets.
”This town isn’t popular with men. For a long time, no one has come as a husband. And the few men we have don’t… do their duty,” she said.
A man’s first duty here was sexual intercourse.
For women, this was their biggest motivation in life. Even if a town was poor, as long as the men there were sexually attractive, wealth didn’t matter much.
That reward was why women stayed, worked, and paid taxes. Without it, becoming a bandit would be better.
”The residence we prepared for men has stayed empty for years. Now only five remain,” Hinata said.
Her voice sounded lonely.
I remembered the large houses I saw on the way here—clean, well-kept, yet empty.
Only five men remained.
Isumi town had about 6,000 people. That meant a gender ratio of 1 to 1,200. Extremely skewed. Even with a birth ratio of 1 to 1,000, because women had shorter lifespans, the real ratio leaned slightly toward more men in most places—not here.
”Why? They hated living in a poor town?” I asked.
”That’s part of it. If that were the only reason, it would’ve been easier,” she sighed.
Hinata frowned, then turned to me.
”I love this town. I was born and raised here. My friends are here. The dungeon is a little strange, sure, but the things we harvest are delicious, and if you don’t crave luxury, you can live happily.”
Snow landed gently on the tip of her horn as she looked upward.
Her single horn pointed to the sky like a crack of dawn in the gray clouds.
”But men don’t feel that way,” she said.
She let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh.
”They say we’re creepy.”
Her voice held a sadness close to resignation.
”Our food, our crafted jewelry, our mystical items—they’re good, even if they look odd. But no one cares.”
I listened in silence.
It sounded like a confession more than a complaint.
”They say we, ourselves, are creepy,” she said.
”You mean aberration-type Psionic Power users?” I asked.
”Yes. Not human, disgusting—that’s what they call us. No one wants to live in a town with monsters. Isumi’s Psionic Power users are banned from tea parties everywhere,” she said.
The next words held more self-hate. She smiled as if to lighten it, but her eyes showed the truth.
”Of course, right? One day a horn grows out of your head, your nails turn into claws, your skin changes color…”
I stayed quiet and listened.
Her body—and others like Kaede-san—could not return to normal. Once someone gained aberration-type powers, their body stayed changed. Even gaining power wasn’t a blessing if it destroyed one’s bond with a man.
”I know I look weird. At first, I hated seeing myself in the mirror,” she said softly.
The loud, energetic voice she had earlier now sounded damp.
”I wanted to be with a man someday too… But looking like this, how could I ask a man to touch me?”
”It’s not just me,” she added, trying to comfort herself.
In Isumi, many Psionic Power users became grotesque because of the effect of the Uncanny Valley dungeon. Useful in battle, yes—yet not without cost.
Hinata looked at me with anxious eyes.
”As a man, you think I’m creepy too, right?” she asked.
”No. Not really,” I said casually.
I genuinely didn’t think she looked that bad.
Hinata looked surprised, suspicious—but also a little happy, her mouth twisting awkwardly as she tried not to smile.
”R-really?”
”Yeah. You don’t gross me out. I mean, the horn is scary, but I kind of want to touch it,” I admitted.
”I’d never hurt a man! I would never use violence on one!”
”I know. That’s why I can talk to you calmly,” I said.
She suddenly became self-conscious about her horn, fidgeting and scratching lightly at it.
Honestly, she looked strange, but not disgusting. Talking like this, she felt like a normal woman: emotional, troubled, a person—not a monster.
She didn’t seem to have any special resistance to being near a man.
A thought crossed my mind—if I pinned her down right now, would she go through with it? Could I cross that line if I just pushed her to the ground?
I hated myself for thinking that, even for a moment.
She was someone I should despise.
Men… or rather, I… was hopeless. Thoughts like that always slipped in no matter the situation.
”You don’t sleep with your master?” I asked suddenly.
”…!?”
She froze. Mouth open, face turning bright red—like a flustered girl from my previous life.
”O-of course not! Were you even listening!?”
”I thought you were close. If other men don’t want you, you could ask your master,” I said bluntly.
Since we were alone, my tone grew rough.
Maybe they were close once, but drifted apart after she changed. Many Psionic Power awakenings had broken bonds between masters and retainers.
Power being useful or not had nothing to do with fulfilling the master’s hopes.
”That’s not the problem…! It’s just… lately he hasn’t met with me. And even if we meet, he barely speaks to me anymore…” she said.
”So he hates you?” I asked.
”No! No, absolutely not. I hope not. But he’s been sick and won’t open his heart like before…”
Hinata’s voice rose, unstable.
Those who received the Oath of Fealty Ritual became extremely sensitive when it came to their master.
Some said young Psionic Power users in this town had good relationships with their men—but maybe that wasn’t really true.
Not that it mattered to me.
All that mattered was that the three held captive with me would be freed safely.
”So that’s why this town has no life. I don’t think you’re that creepy, but… I get why other men avoid this place,” I said calmly.
I gave my conclusion again.
”Besides being poor, you kidnapped me. That alone ruins your reputation.”
A town that mistreated men deserved the stigma of being shunned.
Her red-and-black eyes looked up at me.
”Scary face… Did I make you hate me?” she asked softly.
In her eyes was a simple joy—like a normal woman talking to a man she liked. The same kind of happiness my Imperial Guards often showed.
Noticing that made me uncomfortable.
Whatever happened to her, her master, or this town… I no longer cared. I didn’t want to sympathize anymore.
I steered the talk back.
”So. You didn’t just want to vent, right? What do you want from me?”
To kidnap a man was a disastrous risk for a town.
Hinata ordered my abduction.
”You kept us alive because you wanted something from me,” I said.
I would report everything later with Psionic Power. We were still enemies.
”Yes! Exactly!” she said, suddenly lively again.
”I want you to spread the word that our ‘Uncanny Valley’ dungeon is actually a good dungeon. If the prejudice disappears, new men will come and marry into the town. Then Isumi will rise again!”
Notes:
• Kaede – A female psionic explorer known as Necksplitter, is a veteran assassin and messenger of Lord Ichimatsu. Her appearance is both young and old, with gray hair streaked through black and vibrant, unlined skin. She is graceful yet carries the fatigue of a long life in war, resembling an old hunting dog. Her psionic ability is mysterious and potentially dangerous.
• Kiri – A female sniper and member of Kaede-san’s team, white-haired with sleepy eyes, wielding a disguised sniper rifle, known for her quick hands and slow speech, often joking in dire situations.
• Ichimatsu – A high-ranking figure associated with the Imperial Guard, mentioned as having spineless guards around him, with no further details provided.
• Hinata – Teen, Onjuku heir; mayor’s representative and war commander; very strong psionic user; defensive about being called a cheater; ordered the kidnapping.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Natsume – A female companion and younger sister of Kaede-san, cared for by Kaede-san during their journey through the dangerous valley, at risk of infection from the parasitic creatures.
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