Coma

Accompanied by Daisy's severe injuries and spitting blood, Wolverine and Mariko were also forcibly pulled over by the resonating strings from the other side.

To be honest, even under normal circumstances, Daisy's teleportation experience was far from comfortable.

Now, losing control, Wolverine and Mariko were pulled over like commodities, rudely and forcefully.

Wolverine's reaction was swift and righteous, claws emerged from his fists, surveying the surroundings like a beast, cautious and on guard, prepared for any potential enemies.

Mariko rubbed her waist and slowly stood up.

"Where is this?" She first asked in Japanese, realising Wolverine couldn't understand and switched to English.

Wolverine was equally baffled; between one blink and another, he hadn't quite figured out where they were.

Within their field of vision lay a vast forest, faint birdcalls could be heard, along with the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"First... let's get away from here. My blood can't be left behind; help me get rid of it." Daisy retrieved a syringe from her combat suit, a "Blood Fusion Agent" she concocted for her own blood, and threw it to Wolverine in a daze.

This simple action made her feel as if her head was about to split open. She gritted her teeth, pushing herself to stand. Mariko draped Daisy's arm over her shoulder, oriented herself, but couldn't make out where they were. They could only support Daisy and run north.

Wolverine received the syringe, glancing at it in the light. There were no textual markings. Though he thought Daisy's special operatives were overly cautious, he understood that the blood of an anomaly was in high demand in this world.

Wolverine hadn't accumulated much profound knowledge over the years, but he was skilled in practical matters. He looked around, finding no distinctive landmarks. He squeezed out two drops from the syringe Daisy gave him, letting them fall onto the blood. The blood evaporated rapidly. After a moment of wonderment, he dug a hole with his claws and buried the remaining blood.

By the time he caught up with Daisy and Mariko, three minutes had passed.

"You old rascal, I'm definitely going to kill her!" Daisy clenched her teeth in silence, struggling not to faint.

This group of red-clothed ninjas wasn't under the Viper's command, and they had no grudges against the Yashida family. They were members of the Hand, here to kill Daisy.

Her ability remained within her, but her teleportation was interrupted. Her mental strength was weak, her body and mind uncoordinated. Daisy felt as though she had become that teenage girl freshly transmigrated once more.

Concentrating her spirit with great effort, she glanced around. Her initial intention was to return to the Yashida estate, but the teleportation coordinates had shifted to her grandmother's house. She had no idea where she was and wasn't even sure if she was still in Japan.

"Where is this?" She asked Mariko in Japanese.

With bodyguards at her door and maids within, Mariko's life was limited to these two points. She had no idea where they were. She shook her head, panting heavily.

Daisy felt a moment of dizziness. Most of her weight was pressed on Mariko, and her attention was diverted by the kimono's design. Yes, indeed, the women's kimono revealed a large area of skin at the back of the neck—it was hard not to notice.

She couldn't resist stealing a glance, catching a glimpse inside. It seemed like there was no bra.

Forcing her attention elsewhere, she noticed Mariko's kimono. It looked pretty, but had too many issues when trying to escape.

Unable to take long strides, they could only shuffle forward, compounded by the split-toe socks and zori sandals. Their gait was wobbly, and finally, Daisy had to support this big person. Mariko was sweating profusely and hadn't managed to go far.

Daisy felt as though her mind had gained something extra, her will beginning to scatter. Things became hazy, and she vaguely saw Wolverine catching up before succumbing to dizziness and fainting.

...

The originally colourless and shapeless space of consciousness was layered with a faint golden hue. Daisy felt as though she had become a piece of driftweed, floating downstream along an endless river.

Not through eyes or ears, but she could "see" and "hear" a crimson dragon roaring in the far distance. It was as if the figure had crossed the distance of time and space, casting a fleeting glance at her.

She felt as if she had lost her ability to think, only sensing a voice speaking to her, though the specifics were entirely indistinct.

The sky had threads of golden lines, gradually assimilating into her through an unknown process. Daisy hadn't yet grasped the meaning of this change when a powerful suction pulled her into a narrow channel, and in the darkness, she lost all perception.

After an unknown period of time, her consciousness gradually returned to her body. Daisy felt as though her head had split in half. Unable to bear it, she let out a soft groan.

"She's awake." She faintly heard Mariko's voice.

"Quick, change that incense." Another female voice, unfamiliar to her.

Before long, Daisy caught a whiff of a fragrance in her nasal passages—warm and comforting. The scent seemed to soothe her spirits, enabling her to gain further control over her body.

Her body wasn't heavily injured; that amount of blood loss wasn't much for a female superhero. Her spirit relaxed, and naturally, her body began to recover.

Rubbing her head, she pushed herself up with effort, feeling quite hungry...

"Miss Mariko, where are we?" She looked around. The wooden structure of the room, an incense burner emitting gentle smoke, and a fragrance that seemed to lighten her body by two points when inhaled.

Sitting cross-legged by the incense burner was a young woman with a single ponytail, dressed in loose sportswear. Her face was beautiful, with two distinctive willow-leaf eyebrows that combined Eastern and Western features, suggesting she might be of mixed heritage.

"This is Miss Colleen Wing. We're currently at her hideaway, located in the northern part of Sendai." Mariko introduced the ponytailed woman first before explaining the trio's situation.

In fact, there wasn't much to say. The three of them were traversing the forest when they met Miss Wing practicing her swordsmanship. She recognised Mariko as a celebrity, and after a brief explanation, she brought them to her residence to rest.

Later, she used a specially concocted incense to help Daisy recover her spirits. In reality, Daisy had been unconscious for two days.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Wing. Uh...? Did you change my clothes for me?" Only at this moment did she realise she was wearing a T-shirt and loose-fitting athletic pants.

The T-shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing a small section of skin at the hem. It was clearly not her own.

Naturally, it was Miss Wing's clothes. This young woman appeared somewhat delicate, slightly shorter than Daisy. Hence, the clothes didn't fit her perfectly.

The two women hadn't thought much of it and candidly admitted to the clothes-changing incident.

"Um... is there anything to eat?" Daisy resisted her hunger for as long as she could, but in the end, her stomach was too famished.