I Just Awakened My Sharingan, and You're Telling Me This Is DanMachi?

In the distance, the scorched and cracked ground left behind by Amaterasu was littered with only a few monster materials and a magic stone, scattered across the blackened earth.

A faint, skin-prickling heat still lingered in the air.

Ryota stepped forward, picked up the crystalline magic stone, and gathered a few pieces of rare, silvery material into his pack.

Glancing down to check, he confirmed the commission's requested Infant Dragon fangs/tooth were among them.

"Not a bad haul."

In the Dungeon, the monster count was generally fixed.

Even though their respawn points couldn't be precisely predicted, each floor's respawn intervals followed a set rhythm, rarely exceeding a day.

When Ryota descended earlier, he'd basically bulldozed through everything, sweeping away every monster along the way.

So the return trip was smoother than he'd expected.

Apart from the occasional splatter of blood or a shattered skeleton, the entire passage was eerily quiet.

Supporting Lain, Ryota stepped onto the spiral staircase and began the climb upward.

At last, the space opened up before them, and the dome overhead flooded the Babel Tower's entrance with light.

They had finally left the Dungeon.

Ryota turned to look at Lain, who was still out cold, and couldn't help but frown.

"Why aren't you awake yet?"

He was genuinely stumped.

He'd assumed breaking the charm with just a touch of chakra would only knock Lain out for a short while — yet this guy was still limp as a sack of potatoes, not even letting out a groan.

"Dude, you'd better not go and die on me!"

With a long sigh, Ryota started worrying about another problem.

—He didn't know any medical ninjutsu.

Even the most basic healing Jutsu was completely beyond him.

If Lain stayed unconscious, his special mission would go up in smoke.

According to the system prompt, the task was to forcibly break the charm's domination and restore Lain's true will.

He had certainly broken the charm — but Lain's mind still seemed stuck on a loading screen. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Ryota massaged his temples, racking his brain for another solution.

It was obvious now that Lain's coma wasn't some simple collapse or a momentary mental shock.

His one-shot "Naruto-style reboot" had been way too intense.

That overwhelming chakra, stronger than an entire local system tier, had rampaged through Lain's mindscape, smashing Freya's charm — but at a cost.

Normal healing spells wouldn't cut it. Potions only treated physical injuries.

And Lain's state was, at its root, a matter of his spirit and mana circuits having been torn apart. Sending him to a regular medic would be pointless — leave him like this long enough, and he might actually get stuck on the "loading screen" for real.

"Maybe I need someone who can use healing magic…"

"Wait — healing magic?!"

A familiar figure popped into Ryota's head.

Airmid Teasanare of the Dian Cecht Familia, known as the Saint of the Battlefield, the strongest healer in all of Orario — no question.

Her unique magic, Dia Fratel, was basically an overpowered cheat-level recovery spell.

It could heal wounds, restore stamina, purge poisons, break curses, all in one.

On top of that, the caster could choose to focus those effects individually — "heal," "detox," or "dispel."

It even worked on multiple people and had a persistent healing aura.

There was no exaggeration in saying that, on the battlefield, she alone could sustain an entire team's survival and endurance.

In other words, she was a one-woman squad.

"Can't believe I almost forgot about one of the top three cheat-level characters."

Now with a target in mind, Ryota didn't bother exchanging his magic stones. He shouldered his bulging backpack and hurried off with Lain in tow.

The Dian Cecht Familia's headquarters, the Dian Cecht Pharmacy, stood on Adventurers' Street.

It was a striking building, made of pristine white stone stacked in perfect order, resembling a sacred cathedral.

On its door was the Familia's crest — a pure white orb encircled by a wreath of green herbs, a symbol of healing and purification.

Soon, Ryota was standing before its grand entrance.

Covered in Dungeon grime, he could only think of one thing:

I have to get Lain to wake up.

Before he could even knock, the door creaked open, and a gentle voice called out:

"Welcome to the Dian Cecht Pharmacy. How may I help you?"

Ryota followed the voice and saw a young woman in a white uniform with gold trim.

Silvery hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and her amethyst eyes blinked like delicate gemstones.

Her features were refined, her aura calm and soothing — like a saint from a painting come to life.

But what stood out most was her height —

giving off an irresistible head-patting vibe.

Ryota refocused himself and spoke up:

"Miss Airmid, I'm Ryota from the Loki Familia. My friend has collapsed, and the situation's a bit unusual. Could I ask for your help?"

But the instant he finished, Airmid froze.

Her amethyst eyes widened slightly, staring straight at Ryota:

That clean, sharp-edged face, still carrying the fierce energy of battle, yet so handsome it was almost unfair.

Oh no… oh no… this is totally my type…

An inexplicable voice echoed in her mind, and she blanked out on the spot.

Ryota, seeing her motionless, waved a finger in front of her eyes.

"Miss Airmid?"

"Eep?! I-I'm here! Sorry!"

Airmid jolted back to life, her cheeks flushing a bright pink, and her voice shrank half a tone.

"P-please come in… I'll check right away."

Blushing furiously, she turned around to lead them inside.

Though her movements were awkward with embarrassment, she quickly regained the steady professionalism of a healer.

As they walked down the corridor toward a treatment room, Airmid suddenly turned her head and asked:

"You're from the Loki Familia, right? So why are you bringing in… a member of the Freya Familia?"

Ryota paused for a second.

"You know him?"

"Mhm, that's Lain from the Freya Familia, isn't it?"

Airmid smiled.

"That red hair really stands out — plus, he's practically a regular here. I couldn't forget even if I tried."

"Their team always seems short on money, taking any commission regardless of difficulty. Every time they come back, they're covered in wounds inside and out."

She sighed.

"So most of their earnings go to potions and treatment. Lain… he pushes himself surprisingly hard."

Ryota nodded silently, not saying a word.

He finally understood why Lain had seemed so sincere during that last commission.

And he realized the so-called "debt of gratitude" might have just been one more layer of loyalty to his teammates.

Once they entered a private treatment room, Airmid bent down to check Lain's condition.

Within just a few seconds, her brow furrowed.

Strange.

Far too strange.

Airmid lifted her head, amethyst eyes filled with rare seriousness.

What she sensed from Lain showed no external injuries, no internal damage, not even any mana imbalance.

It was like his soul had been put on pause, his entire being locked in a deep dream.

Even Airmid, who had seen countless cases, felt question marks floating above her head.

She was about to ask Ryota if he knew anything about this unusual state, but before she could speak, he said:

"Miss Airmid, please use your magic."

"Of course, that's my—"

She nodded instinctively, but then froze mid-sentence.

Because she suddenly remembered… money.

One of the Dian Cecht Familia's rules was "magic is equivalent exchange."

Even Airmid couldn't ignore that policy.

No matter who it was, once they accepted treatment, they had to pay.

It wasn't cruelty, but the doctrine of Dian Cecht himself:

The power to heal is a gift — but also a trade.

Recalling her god's constant grin about "monetizing life-saving" left Airmid's face a bit pained.

She looked up at Ryota's impossibly handsome features, then at his dusty but well-kept adventurer's clothes, and those clear, serious eyes…

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

By "policy," her spell's price should be at least a hundred thousand valis.

"Um… well…"

Airmid stammered, unsure how to begin.

But Ryota was too sharp to miss that expression of hers, so conflicted he half expected smoke to rise from her head.

After all, Dian Cecht had tried to auction off Airmid's healing magic like a product before…

Thunk.

Ryota dropped his heavy backpack onto the floor, then unzipped it with a loud rip, revealing it stuffed to the brim with magic stones and rare materials.

He looked Airmid straight in the eye.

"These materials and stones have to be worth over a hundred thousand valis, easy."

"Can I use them to cover the treatment for now, Miss Airmid?"

Airmid, who had been nervously clutching her uniform, widened her eyes in surprise, staring at the pile of valuable loot.

So… this is what an adventurer's like?

Whether or not it really was worth a hundred thousand valis didn't even cross her mind.

If he said it was enough, then it was enough!

She nodded obediently, stepped forward, and took up a familiar casting stance, murmuring softly:

"Healing droplets, tears of light, eternal sanctuary. Compose a medicinal…

In the name of all that is holy - I heal you"

As the final syllable fell,

shua!

a white diamond-shaped magic circle flared to life under her feet.

At the same time, a gentle wave of light flowed from her palm, settling softly over Lain, wrapping him in a soothing glow.

The light circulated, and within a few heartbeats—

Lain's body suddenly twitched. His tightly shut eyelids fluttered.

"…nn…"

A faint sound escaped his throat, and then he opened his eyes, gazing dazedly at the ceiling, his brow creased in confusion.

"Where… am I…?"

Almost at that same moment, Ryota's ears picked up a familiar mechanical chime:

[Ding! Target has been forcibly freed from charm domination and regained true consciousness.]

[Main Branch Quest "Scales of Choice" completed!]

[Reward calculation in progress—]

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