But just as Ryoshu was about to entirely turn away, a faint, desperate groan reached his ears from somewhere behind him. The sound was weak but unmistakable, a cry for help that cut through the scene's chaos."H-help me..."Ryoshu spun around quickly, his eyes scanning the wreckage. Amidst the debris, he spotted a hand clinging desperately to the floor. Once smooth and polished, the floor was now cracked and splintered, bearing the scars of the teacher's overly powerful sword technique. Chunks of wood and stone lay scattered around, a testament to the violent force that had been unleashed.The hand was small and pale, fingers trembling with effort as they gripped the damaged floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryoshu's instincts kicked in. He lunged forward and grasped the hand firmly. The skin was cold and clammy, and he could feel the desperation in the weak grip. Whoever this was, they were barely hanging on.Ryoshu knew he had to act fast. Summoning all his strength, he began to

"This might sting a bit," Ryoshu warned as he cleaned the wound. Alan winced but didn't complain, his jaw set in determination. Ryoshu worked quickly, wrapping the wound tightly with fresh bandages. He could see the relief on Alan's face as the bleeding was brought under control."Thank you," Alan said again, his voice even softer now but filled with sincere gratitude.Ryoshu smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "You're welcome. Now, we just need to wait for help to arrive." He sat down next to Alan, taking a moment to breathe and recover from the ordeal.They sat in the relative safety of the room. Ryoshu realized that despite the chaos and danger, they had managed to find a moment of peace. And in that moment, he felt a bond forming between them, forged through shared adversity and mutual determination.Ryoshu took a moment to take in their surroundings. Although small and sparsely furnished, the room felt like a sanctuary compared to the destruction outside. A small window