This was the first ti she encountered such thrilling and tense toys.
As long as there are these Explosive Balls, the enemy would not dare to arrogantly approach again.
After all, unlike Explosive Tags, which need to be tied to Kunai for long-distance throwing and require professional skills.
These Explosive Balls, however, even ordinary people can easily use them, able to throw them far away and avoid the backlash themselves.
The surrounding view began to transform, turning into a dense yellow world.
The thick fog made it hard to distinguish directions at first glance.
Akakage, with Tamahi, officially stepped into the range of Hell Valley.
Here, natural toxic fog serves as a barrier, and the thick fog can blur vision. The air's rotting stench also removes the scent from their bodies.
Princess Tamahi began to cough, seemingly about to vomit.
The sll here was certainly too overwhelming for her.
This sll is indescribable in words; it could practically suffocate a person alive.
Akakage found it normal. Hell Valley, due to nurous uncremated corpses buried within, ford a unique natural dead land mixed with the natural Chakra.
The spread of toxic miasma was indeed a bit stimulating for a pampered princess like Tamahi.
But now was not the ti to worry about such matters.
He was seriously injured and urgently needed to recuperate.
Yet he could not relax now; they were rely on the outskirts of Hell Valley, and the enemy might well attack from outside. So, Akakage continued advancing into the depths of Hell Valley, holding Tamahi.
Until half an hour later, after finding a recessed rock formation, Akakage finally stopped.
He set down the slightly flushed Princess Tamahi from his arms, slumped against the rock wall like a disassembled man, gasping heavily, his face pallid—not looking like a living person.
"Ninja, are you alright?"
Princess Tamahi trotted over, asking with a concerned face.
Akakage shook his head without speaking, taking out a Scroll from his Ninja Tool Bag and spread it on the ground.
Then he conjured with both hands a tallic silver box, opened it up revealing dical implents. Though few, they were relatively complete and suitable for ergency use.
Akakage picked out a roll of dical bandage from it, known for good hemostatic properties.
"Let do it."
Princess Tamahi volunteered.
She had treated injured small animals in the past and knew a bit about pharmacology.
Akakage hesitated for a mont, considering the current situation, then nodded.
She uncovered Akakage's blood-soaked upper Ninja Suit. The wounds from the Explosive Tag blast were scabbing but still oozing blood beads in many places.
Princess Tamahi gently covered her lips, the wounds were ghastly to behold. But rembering that Akakage's severe injuries were because of her, she bit her lip, subdued her fear, tore open the dical bandages, and carefully wrapped the wounds.
Her technique seed sowhat clumsy. Though experienced in dressing animal wounds, it was her first ti dressing a human wound—especially that of a bare-chested man.
Never having seen a male body before, Princess Tamahi was naturally nervous, a bit ashad, her face red.
After intermittently working for over ten minutes, she finally dressed all of Akakage's wounds.
The blush on Princess Tamahi's face had slightly faded, and a look of concern was revealed in her dark eyes.
This was indeed a small repaynt for her.
"Ninja, what should we do next?"
Princess Tamahi wiped the sweat off her face, but Akakage did not respond.
"Ninja?"
Turning her head, she saw Akakage slumped and pale against the rock wall, fainted, looking exceedingly weak.
His breath was feeble; danger to his life could arise any mont.
Princess Tamahi was aware of this fact.
Excessive blood loss could lead to bodily functions shutting down.
She quickly looked at the dical Box, which held infusion tubes, bags, and a sealed blood pack.
Having so dical knowledge, Princess Tamahi knew how to use these dical supplies, so she resolutely opened the blood pack to transfuse into Akakage.
Soon the blood pack was depleted, yet Akakage's complexion remained ghostly pale, barely hanging on.
This small blood pack only solved an imdiate ergency, creating further worry for Princess Tamahi.
Blood...where could fresh blood be sourced from?
This place wasn't a human town; who would co to donate blood?
Hell Valley was barren, strewn with piles of human and animal bones.
Finally, Princess Tamahi had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to save Akakage.
...
In the dark, not knowing how long it had been, his mind was extrely muddled, feeling both cold and warm, as if sothing was oppressively weighing down on him, almost preventing him from breathing.
Opening his eyes was extraordinarily difficult, but Akakage managed to pry them open with willpower. Before him was a vivid, kaleidoscope of colors, slowly normalizing over minutes.
Upon his regained vision, his first sight was a gorgeous, dust-specked face, yet clearly belonging to an unparalleled beautiful maiden.
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