Curing Wounds.

*Clank*

A window opened.

A dark-clothed figure entered the house through the window. His feet landed softly on the ground, making no sound whatsoever.

''Haahhh…'' He took off his shirt and let out a grunt, ''Urgh…''

A burnt wound was located on his bare chest, and a few of his bones were barely noticeable.

''Haaahhh…'' Ichiro threw the shirt away and knelt down on the ground.

*Thud*

A sound that was louder than he wanted appeared.

''Ugh…'' Ichiro carefully touched the burning wound, ''Damn… Healing Potions would be nice…''

He glanced at his HP to make sure that his life wasn't in danger.

[HP: 197/585]

Less HP he wanted, and it kept decreasing every minute or so.

However, his life wasn't in lethal danger.

Ichiro slowly stood up to stand. The drop of warm liquid traveled through his muscular chest and landed on the ground with a splash.

He touched his back pocket and took a card from there.