"Cover Serial · Momonosuke Arc 6 · 'I'd better feed him myself!'"
When Momonosuke slowly woke up, the first thing he saw was the delicate, clean face of a black-haired girl. Kuina smiled. "You're awake? Don't move around. You've been unconscious too long, so you're weak. Drink this bowl of herbal medicine first."
The small porcelain bowl, still steaming, was brought before him. Momonosuke was so touched that he nearly cried. A girl like this... I like her so much! His eyes darted, and a plan came to mind. He had only just raised his right hand when he let out pained cries and lowered it again, his face twisted in agony and his eyes glistening with tears.
"Eh? You were too careless. Is your arm injured too..." Kuina frowned worriedly, sighed, and gently blew on the spoon. "Then I'd better feed you myself. Come on, open your mouth. It's a little hot..." She failed to notice the smug look that flashed through Momonosuke's eyes.
"What a pain. If she has to feed you spoonful by spoonful, how long will that take? You still need to come out and duel me!" But just then, an unwelcome voice rang out. Zoro, who had long been waiting impatiently nearby, suddenly snatched away the porcelain bowl. Under Momonosuke's horrified gaze, he pried open his mouth and poured all the scalding herbal medicine down his throat in one go—
"AAAH!" The disciples practicing swordsmanship throughout Shimotsuki Dojo suddenly heard a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered for no apparent reason.
At those words.
Rosinante's expression became somewhat strange.
"I think..." He spread his hands and shrugged. "You probably aren't that important. Besides, survive today first before saying something like that."
"You'll find out later whether I can do it or not."