Blindly Battling
Despite evading the mousetrap, Gin couldn't classify his escape as entirely unharmed.
He had suffered both major and minor injuries; one prominent wound was the bone in his thigh, while the stones had also caused damage to his back and shoulders.
He had no time to remove it earlier.
"Urgh..!"
Gritting his teeth, Gin gingerly touched the hem of the bone, then carefully removed the object from his thigh and stowed it away in his pockets.
Rustle—!
Right after, Gin removed a piece of clothing from his outfit and used it to bandage the wound.
After securely tightening the bandage, Gin promptly rose to his feet, realizing that the time he had bought for himself wouldn't make a significant difference.
That didn't mean that he was out of ideas and trapped by the hands of those Horrors.