Shinobu spoke flatly, then lowered her head again to tend to the wound.
Yet suddenly, she felt an unaccountable anger rising inside her.
That blockhead who did nothing but eat and fight, whose head was filled with nothing but how to chop demons into pieces, that bastard who only knew how to corner people with his bluntness! Who would want to be his girlfriend?!
But why did hearing myself deny it make me so irritated?
"Lady Shinobu, are we stitching it up next?" A Kakushi beside her offered her a needle and thread.
"No, apply the medicine first." Shinobu took the bottle. It was the medicine she had developed earlier, extraordinarily effective at healing wounds but also intensely irritating.
She looked at the young swordsman before her, who had visibly relaxed upon hearing she had no boyfriend and even wore a faint, foolish grin, and her irritation grew.
That gluttonous bastard might usually be infuriating, but he never let trash demons like this so much as scratch him on the battlefield! The current members are far too weak!
"Lady Shinobu, will this medicine..." Looking at the purplish-black medicine, the swordsman instinctively felt something was wrong.
"Bear with it. This is for your own good."
Shinobu spoke expressionlessly. Abandoning her usual gentle movements, she roughly poured the medicine straight onto the wound, while increasing the pressure of the tweezers in her hand against the muscles surrounding it.
"Aaaaaaah-!!!"
A piercing scream instantly tore through the roof of the Butterfly Mansion, startling the sparrows from the trees in the courtyard.
"Does it hurt that much?" Shinobu looked at him with a smile, but a dangerous gleam flickered in her purple eyes. "When fighting demons, if you aren't prepared to die, even a wound like this can cost you your life. Your muscles