"Mafu, you haven't actually healed yet, are you? But you forced yourself this morning for me, didn't you?" asked Anko who sounded like an interrogation in Mafu's ear.
Mafu then turned his head straight ahead and immediately lowered his head with his gloomy expression, "Yes, that's true." He replied doubtfully until his mouth trembled slightly.
Anko herself felt a little pity to him later, extending his hand so that Mafu would touch him. But, when Mafu lowered her hand from the back of the head, she didn't shake this middle-aged girl's hand at all.
But, what did Mafu want to say this time....
"Anko, can it be after this... Are you coming with me?"
"Eh!?" sighed Anko astonishedly as she opened her eyes wide.
"Where? Where do you want to take me?" asked Anko, confirming her clarity.
"...."
