Yuko asked, "Is that boy's throat injured?"
Shinobu had already reviewed everyone's condition and nodded.
"Yes. His throat and vocal cords are bruised. He won't be able to speak for a while."
Yuko: "..."
Then why is he muttering nonstop like that?
Still, it looked like an external injury.
Yuko walked over to Inosuke's bed. The boy wore a boar's head mask, his head lowered so far that his neck was completely hidden beneath it.
Yuko lifted the blanket. Inosuke, still muttering to himself in a withdrawn state, showed no reaction.
When Yuko reached for his headgear, Inosuke finally snapped back to awareness.
"What are you trying to do?!" His voice was low and hoarse as he struggled to sit up.
Yuko spoke gently.
"I'm checking the wound on your neck."
Shinobu realized then—if it was this kind of injury, Yuko's Blood Demon Art could indeed be extremely useful.
The injuries Shinobu had suffered earlier during her fight with Yuko—while trying to awaken her mark—hadn't been treated with medicine at all. Yuko had simply applied a bit of her blood, and the wounds had healed instantly.
Shinobu had been quietly moved for quite some time afterward.
Despite being a demon, Yuko's Blood Demon Art was a power meant to save people.
How could that not be kindness?
Inosuke twisted restlessly.
"My injuries—my injuries are none of your business!"
"Be still…"
Before Yuko could finish speaking, Inosuke suddenly shuddered violently and went silent, turning his head to the side.
Zenitsu had somehow begun radiating a resentful aura, clutching a pillow and gnawing at it while glaring at Inosuke with a twisted expression.
He muttered chilling words under his breath:
"Damn you, Inosuke… daring to play hard-to-get in front of such a beautiful woman… just commit seppuku already…"
This guy… was terrifying.
Inosuke broke out in goosebumps.
Seeing that Inosuke had stopped resisting, Yuko gently removed his headgear.
Shinobu exclaimed in surprise,
"Oh my—unexpectedly handsome."
Even when he'd been carried back on a stretcher, Inosuke had clutched his headgear tightly, refusing to let anyone remove it. This was her first time seeing his face.
Yuko nodded slightly.
"Yes. A cute girl."
Inosuke instantly snapped.
"What?! What nonsense are you spouting, woman?!"
"I'm a proud, upright man!"
But with his vocal cords damaged, he couldn't shout with anything close to Sanemi's usual ferocity.
Still—those two would probably get along.
"Just don't move," Yuko said, ignoring his outburst as she undid the bandages around his neck.
Blood had soaked through the gauze. Medicine had been applied to the throat, but the wound hadn't healed yet, looking rather gruesome.
Fortunately, it only looked bad. It wasn't nearly as deep as the wound Kanae had suffered when her throat was slashed. Even without Blood Demon Art, it would've healed in a few months.
"Damn you, Inosuke~" Zenitsu wriggled resentfully on his bed.
Being treated so gently by a beautiful woman, and still daring to act so rough—
As Tanjiro watched curiously, wondering how Yuko would treat Inosuke, she slid a fingernail across her fingertip, cutting it open, and brushed her pale finger across Inosuke's neck.
Inosuke jolted violently.
"So cold!" he shouted with full force.
Tanjiro's eyes widened in shock.
Was that Miss Yuko's Blood Demon Art?
A power that healed human injuries.
She was clearly a demon—so why did she awaken an ability like this?
Since meeting Yuko, he hadn't once seen her use her Blood Demon Art.
"Very lively," Yuko said with satisfaction, withdrawing her hand.
"…?" Inosuke stared blankly at Yuko, then belatedly touched his neck.
"It doesn't hurt?"
He laughed loudly and jumped straight out of bed.
"I'm fully healed!"
The moment the words left his mouth, his body stiffened—and he collapsed straight back down.
"IT HURTS!!!"
His scream echoed throughout the infirmary.
A bead of sweat slid down Shinobu's temple as she said flatly,
"Your throat is healed, but the rest of your injuries aren't. Don't move around."
Yuko twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Well… let this idiot learn his lesson.
She turned to Tanjiro.
"Tanjiro, are you alright?"
Tanjiro was still stunned, but snapped back and flexed his biceps proudly.
"Yes! My injuries aren't serious. I just need some rest."
Yuko nodded.
Behind her came some hesitant shuffling.
"Um…"
"Hm?" Yuko turned back in confusion to see Zenitsu wriggling awkwardly, head lowered, looking embarrassed.
He fidgeted and said shyly,
"Uh… big sis, I'm actually pretty badly injured too…"
Yuko's eyelid twitched.
She knew exactly what was going through his head—his filthy thoughts were practically written all over his face.
Still, as part of the original main cast, no matter how bizarre his personality was, he wasn't truly bad.
At worst, all desire and no courage.
Yuko walked toward him.
"Where does it hurt? Let me see."
"Everywhere~" Zenitsu's face began to curl into a suspicious grin—
then he suddenly noticed Shinobu standing behind Yuko.
Shinobu's expression was cold and terrifying.
"Eek!" Zenitsu shuddered violently and let out a yelp.
Too scary! That voice is terrifying!
"Hm?" Yuko followed his gaze and turned back in confusion.
Shinobu smiled pleasantly.
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no…"
Without thinking much of it, Yuko came to Zenitsu's side, studying him with slight confusion.
He didn't seem injured at all.
She rolled up his sleeve—no obvious wounds. So she activated her Transparent World to check thoroughly.
This… isn't injured at all.
Though something did feel off.
This guy really dared to lie.
Yuko's face darkened. She dropped Zenitsu's arm and stood up.
"W-wait!" Zenitsu cried miserably, reaching out—
but with his short arms, he could only watch helplessly as Yuko walked away.
"Hm?" Yuko finally noticed something strange through his oversized clothes.
Shinobu stared coldly at Zenitsu and explained,
"He was hit by a Blood Demon Art and nearly turned into a spider. His arms and legs shrank."
Though Shinobu hadn't been there personally, some members of the Kakushi support unit were medical professionals and had temporarily suppressed the poison's spread.
Yuko suddenly understood.
No wonder something had felt off earlier.
Under Shinobu's icy gaze, Zenitsu trembled all over.
He'd just offended the doctor, hadn't he?
He was doomed.
Yuko sighed helplessly and suggested,
"There's nothing I can do about that. Drink more medicine and get more sunlight."
Although demons couldn't use Blood Demon Arts during the day, the effects caused by Blood Demon Arts didn't seem to be as restricted.
Yuko's Blood Demon Art was most effective for external injuries—
there was nothing she could do about strange abilities like this one.
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