No. 9: "Have they gone far?"
Shi Wu: "They've gone far."
No. 9: "Then have you cleaned yourself?"
Shi Wu: "All clean."
Only then did No. 9 crawl out of the metal container.
They were now far from where they had battled the Dragon Beast, and the scene with corpses strewn everywhere was no longer visible.
Even the wounds on Shi Wu's body had been bandaged, and his bloodstained clothes were cleaned.
No. 9 didn't hurry back to his throne but skillfully fished out a bottle of Magic Potion from Shi Wu's pack and poured it on his slightly shriveled mushroom cap to replenish his energy.
"I didn't expect there'd be a second wave; I have nothing left."
Since realizing he had a bit of hemophobia, No. 9 abandoned any thoughts of fighting personally and instead focused entirely on training Shi Wu, his mount.
