"Asuka, look at the flashlight... Yes, that’s right, very good... Mr. Tangze, after the observations and tests conducted earlier, it seems Asuka is recovering well. You’ve been very attentive and taken good care of her."
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, thank you, doctor. It’s nothing, it’s all thanks to your and Asuka’s efforts. I only provided a few suggestions."
"So that’s how it is... It seems this is also a blessing from Buddha. Asuka, your bipolar disorder is showing signs of recovery, and if you don’t relapse in the coming period, you’ll be able to return to school."
"Namo Amitabha Buddha... It’s just that Asuka has been convalescing at ho for a long ti and hasn’t been to school, I’m worried that going back might worsen her condition."
"...Hmm, indeed that’s possible, but Asuka can’t stay in the monastery forever, right? Therefore, Asuka needs to work hard, Mr. Tangze is very worried about you. You can do it, don’t disappoint Buddha’s expectations."
The light of the flashlight dimd little by little, but instead of showing the doctor in a white coat or the father in a kasaya, it continued to dully reveal Asuka Tangze’s room, covered in tatami mats.
"Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump..."
The only difference was that in front of her, the small TV originally playing Neon Genesis Evangelion on Tokyo TV Station seed to lose its signal, its screen filled with static, accompanied by the loud hissing sound of no signal.
Her small table still laid out today’s howork she had to complete, seemingly underlaid by the Buddhist scripture she had lazily neglected to copy.
Like a doll, she stared dumbly at the small TV’s flickering snowy screen while the chanical-like wooden fish sound reverberated through the room from outside,
"All created phenona are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow..."
"Like dew or like lightning, thus should you ditate upon them..."
This is...
The Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra.
Asuka Tangze dumbly turned her head towards the tightly closed sliding door, tilting her head, she once again saw the figure of her father in a kasaya kneeling outside the door.
"...Dad?"
She dazedly spoke, then slowly reached out towards the closed room door, but her father’s shadow outside slightly shook at the halfway point, followed by her father’s gentle voice,
"Asuka..."
"Don’t open the door."
...
...
"Ha... Ha..."
"Mr. Fischer!"
Asuka Tangze sat up panting, drenched in cold sweat, her mories freezing at the sight of Fischer covered in peach blossoms, looking nacingly as if he wanted to throw her and Mr. Mikhail out.
For so reason, as she thought about it, her eyes welled up, tears trickled down her cheeks, gathering at her chin.
"Are you okay?"
Asuka Tangze rubbed her eyes and looked ahead, seeing the expressionless Necolia staring at her, and she suddenly grasped her hand, frantically asking,
"Miss Necolia, where’s Mr. Fischer?! Didn’t we just get caught by so Master Tao, where are we now? Is Mr. Fischer okay? What about Mr. Mikhail’s head... where did Mr. Gou Wen and Helair Angel go?"
This barrage of questions left Necolia with a blank mind, unable to respond rationally and orderly, seemingly frightened by such an excited Asuka Tangze.
Luckily, just as Asuka Tangze was about to continue questioning excitedly, a white robe suddenly draped over her head from behind.
"Um... who is it?"
"It’s , Fischer."
"Mr. Fischer?!"
Asuka Tangze dazedly removed the cloth from her head and turned around, really seeing the living Fischer standing with his arms crossed.
"You’re... you’re okay? Boohoohoo..."
"Yes, we successfully escaped and returned to the Holy Land. But Helair and Mikhail are severely injured, Helair’s Light Halo is broken and needs to recuperate on the second day. As for Mikhail..."
Fischer described what happened just recently when he and Mr. Gou Wen sent the two patients to another day, his expression turning peculiar,
"Mikhail’s situation is sowhat strange, Raphael dislikes the things implanted in him and wants them removed for healing, but Mr. Gou Wen believes those things are deeply integrated and can’t be removed, leading to a quarrel between them."
"Eh?"
Before going up, Mr. Gou Wen kept claiming he wanted to go up to learn healing techniques from Archangel Raphael, yet not even fifteen minutes passed before quarreling, unsure what kind of learning this was. Perhaps their dical skills grow through clashes, right?
"So now Mr. Mikhail isn’t healed yet?"
"Not exactly..." Fischer sat at the edge of the Moon Traveling Boat, speaking with a pout, "While they were treating him, Michael ca silently and took Mikhail from the second day to the fifth day. Mr. Gou Wen went up with Mikhail now; he should be able to heal him... And by the way, aren’t you going to put on your clothes? You’re only wearing a little bear print underwear right now."
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