Kicked Out of the Healer Party for Being Too Slow, I Grew the Best Cure Herbs in Another World

Yuzuki wakes up in another world with mud on her sleeves, a healer’s mark on her hand, and the old quiz bowl habit that makes every half sentence feel like a warning. She can tell a plant’s use from the first leaf shape, and she can finish people’s thoughts before they finish speaking. That is useful in the wild. It is a problem inside a party that calls her slow and useless because she does not kill things fast enough. When she leaves them, she takes the work that suits her best, gathering rare herbs, sealing bad wounds, and reading strange signs in the ground. The first crack in the old chapel, and the sealed bond in the small box by her bed, keep pulling her toward a fear she cannot name.