Let's Train Heroine

Hima's consciousness slowly returned, the throbbing pain in her legs pulling her out of the darkness. Her eyelids felt heavy as she forced them open, the dim light of the dungeon flickering in her blurred vision. A sharp, gnawing pain shot through her foot, and she winced, instinctively pulling her leg back.

When her vision cleared, she looked down and felt a wave of horror wash over her. A small, white rabbit with blood-red eyes and a single twisted horn protruding from its forehead was crouched over her foot, chewing on her toe. Hima's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that one of her toes was already missing, and the creature was working its way through another.

With a cry of disgust and pain, Hima kicked the rabbit away, her adrenaline surging as she scrambled to her feet. The rabbit snarled, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent, but Hima didn't hesitate. With a swift movement, she grabbed her weapon—a small dagger still strapped to her waist—and drove it into the creature's skull.

The rabbit let out a pitiful squeal before it collapsed, its body twitching as it bled out on the dungeon floor.

Breathing heavily, Hima staggered back, her mind racing to process what had just happened. The pain in her foot was sharp and searing, but she forced herself to focus. She couldn't afford to lose her composure now. She had to check on the others.

"Rina... Olive..." Hima whispered, her voice hoarse as she stumbled over to where the others lay.

Olive was sprawled on the ground, unconscious but still breathing. Her body was bruised, and there was blood on her clothes, but she didn't seem to be in immediate danger. Rina, on the other hand, looked pale, her face almost ghostly. Her breathing was shallow and labored, and blood pooled around her where her arm had been severed.

Hima's heart sank as she saw the state Rina was in. She knelt beside her friend, her hands trembling as she checked for any signs of life. Rina's pulse was weak, barely there, and her skin was cold to the touch. Hima's eyes darted to where Rina's arm had been severed, and her stomach churned when she saw the amount of blood that had been lost.

She frantically looked around, hoping against hope that she could find Rina's arm to reattach it somehow. But as she scanned the ground, her gaze fell upon a gruesome sight. A rabbit, similar to the one that had been gnawing on her toe, was hunched over a bloodied limb. It took Hima a moment to realize that it was Rina's arm, and the creature had already devoured most of it.

Despair gripped Hima as she realized that there was no chance of saving Rina's arm now. The loss of blood had already taken a severe toll, and without the arm, even advanced healing magic would struggle to fully restore her friend.

"Rina... I'm so sorry," Hima whispered, her voice choked with emotion. But she knew she couldn't give up. She had to do whatever she could to keep Rina alive.

Hima quickly placed her hands over the wound and began casting a basic healing spell. The soft glow of the magic enveloped Rina's wound, slowing the bleeding and stabilizing her condition as best as Hima could manage. It wasn't much, but it was all she could do with the limited mana she had left.

Next, Hima moved to Olive, shaking her gently to wake her up. "Olive... Olive, wake up! We need to get out of here!"

Olive stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She groaned, still disoriented from the battle and the injuries she had sustained. "Hima... what happened...?"

"No time to explain," Hima replied urgently. "We need to get Rina out of here. She's in bad shape."

Olive's eyes widened as she took in the scene—Rina lying motionless, her arm missing, and Hima's bloodied foot. Her face hardened, and she nodded, pushing herself up despite the pain coursing through her body. "Right... let's move."

Together, they carefully lifted Rina, Hima supporting her head while Olive took her legs. Rina was barely conscious, her breathing faint and irregular. Hima felt a surge of desperation as she realized how fragile Rina's condition was. They had to move quickly if they wanted to save her.

The journey out of the dungeon was agonizingly slow. Every step sent waves of pain through Hima's injured foot, but she gritted her teeth and pushed on. Olive, though limping from her own injuries, remained determined, her grip firm as they carried Rina through the twisting corridors of the dungeon.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they saw the faint light of the exit. The fresh air outside was a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon, and it filled them with a renewed sense of hope.

"We're almost there, Rina... hold on," Hima whispered, more to herself than to Rina, who was slipping further into unconsciousness.

Once outside, they set Rina down gently on the soft grass. Hima immediately began to gather herbs and materials from her bag, trying to make a more potent healing salve. She knew it wouldn't be enough, but it was all she had.

As she worked, Olive kept watch, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. They were vulnerable out here, and they couldn't afford another attack.

Hima applied the salve to Rina's wound and wrapped it tightly with bandages. It wasn't much, but it would have to do until they could find more help. Rina's breathing was still weak, but it had stabilized enough to give Hima a sliver of hope.

"We need to get her to a healer," Olive said, her voice tense. "She won't last much longer like this."

Hima nodded, her determination steeling. "We'll get her there."

Hima and Olive manged to get healer to heal Rina but she wouldn't last much and would die quickly.

They contact Lucan, hopping that Saint Maris could heal Rina.