Facing Kochou Shinobu's worried expression, Mizuki didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Back to the main topic." Mizuki clapped her hands and looked at Himejima Gyomei, "Although I really hoped she would thank me, at that time, I could actually understand her fear."
Just as Kochou Shinobu said, even though she didn't look scary at the time.
But a demon is a demon; no matter how beautiful something is, if it can harm you, it's a monster.
"So, even if she ran away then, I didn't mind."
Mizuki then worried that Himejima Gyomei might think she was mocking him, and explained, "Our situations are a bit different. I was the source of her fear, while you were originally the savior of those children."
"So, Mr. Himejima, just listen to it as a story. Don't mind my words."
"I think, once those children learn the truth, they will definitely thank you for it."
What a... kind person... Himejima Gyomei stared blankly at Mizuki, even though he couldn't see.
But he could feel Mizuki's intentions.
Himejima Gyomei's lips curved slightly upwards, his eyes gently closed, and his hands pressed together, "As everyone says, Young Miss Mizuki is indeed a kind person."
Mizuki was startled, feeling a bit unnatural, "No... I'm just stating a fact, I don't mean anything else."
Kindness, it sounds a bit too sentimental to say.
It's fine to describe others, but when others describe herself, Mizuki feels a bit embarrassed.
Kochou Shinobu suddenly asked, "Does Mizuki still remember that person's name?"
"That person?"
"The one Mizuki saved."
"Ah, you mean... I've forgotten it~" The name Mizuki subconsciously wanted to blurt out stopped abruptly, and she said helplessly, "After all, at least four hundred years have passed."
Kochou Shinobu looked at her sadly, "No way, Mizuki clearly remembers it, doesn't she?"
"...Do I?" Mizuki fell silent for a moment, then pondered, "Because I was turned into a demon, I remember it more clearly, I suppose."
Then, she filled in the gaps in her words, "Of course, it's just that my memory of the event is clearer. If you ask for that girl's name, I really don't remember it."
Mizuki tilted her head, tentatively asking, "Mizuki? Hanako? Or Momotaro? Like Ultraman?"
A vein throbbed on Kochou Shinobu's forehead, "You're overdoing it with the made-up names, those last two are clearly not!"
She knew Mizuki was full of hot air, but those last two don't even sound like girls' names.
The last one was the most outrageous.
What is Ultraman? Why would she think a girl would have such a name?
For Mizuki to remember it so clearly, it doesn't seem like she's making it up. Surely such an absurd name couldn't actually exist, could it?
Seeing Kochou Shinobu's expression, which was a mix of anger and a hint of sadness, Mizuki was silent for a moment. "...Namiko, that was the girl's name."
Kochou Shinobu's angry expression froze for a moment, then softened, "Do you feel sad?"
"Yes." Mizuki closed her eyes slightly.
After all, how could something like that not be upsetting, even if she could understand it.
With her values that transcended the era, she could completely understand Namiko's fear.
But that didn't stop her inner dejection.
Kochou Shinobu opened her mouth, about to say something, but then heard Mizuki suddenly say, "Because she kicked me before she ran away, almost sending me sprawling."
"I hold grudges, so I remember her name clearly. What a hateful woman."
...
Kochou Shinobu's gentle expression froze on her face, then after a moment, she looked at Mizuki with a speechless expression.
Honestly, whenever it comes to things like this, she's full of hot air.
How could she say such absurd things with such a beautiful face? How did she even come up with something as ridiculous as'sprawling'?
Kochou Shinobu even wondered if Mizuki had been led astray by Zenitsu and Inosuke.
When those two idiots come over here, she must make Mr. Himejima drill them hard.
Kochou Shinobu thought angrily for a moment, then sighed inwardly.
She had wanted to share Mizuki's burden.
Sometimes, sharing sad things with companions lightens the load considerably.
Just like how Mr. Himejima couldn't help but confide in them about his past.
But Mizuki was different; she would share halfway, and just when you started to worry about her, she would begin to talk nonsense, turning a sad story into what seemed like a comedy.
But this time, Kochou Shinobu didn't intend to let her off. She opened her mouth, about to speak.
Mizuki, with prescience, forcibly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, my blood can heal external wounds. Perhaps it can heal Mr. Himejima's eyes. Want to give it a try?"
Mizuki wasn't just suddenly remembering it as an excuse; she had actually had this idea for a long time, but she hadn't had much interaction with Himejima before.
During this special training, she already had this thought.
Mizuki secretly glanced at Kochou Shinobu's reaction, and said, with sweat on her brow, "If your eyesight can be restored, it might be able to help you."
Kochou Shinobu was momentarily stunned and didn't notice Mizuki's strange reaction.
She subconsciously swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
As Mizuki said, if his eyesight could be restored, Mr. Himejima wouldn't have to endure the pain of darkness.
Important matters first, important matters first.
Kochou Shinobu comforted herself, putting Mizuki's issue aside for now. She would deal with her later.
Hearing Mizuki say this, Himejima Gyomei was also startled.
To be honest, even though he knew Mizuki's blood could heal external wounds, he had never thought about this issue.
Perhaps he had simply grown accustomed to it.
"Thank you very much for your help, but please allow me to decline." Himejima Gyomei was silent for a moment, then clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to express his gratitude to Mizuki.
Kochou Shinobu interjected, "Why not try it, Mr. Himejima?"
"If your eyes can be healed, it might also help in the decisive battle against Muzan."
Himejima Gyomei shook his head, "These eyes do not lack the ability to see the world clearly."
Mizuki pondered for a moment, "That's fine. Perhaps after healing, you would still need some time to adapt to your eyes."
Himejima Gyomei had long been accustomed to a blind person's perspective. If his sight were restored, he might experience a period of disorientation.
Just like some blind people who regain their sight can't even walk properly anymore.
"Amitābha." Himejima Gyomei clasped his hands together, affirming Mizuki's words.
Mizuki picked up the box at her feet, "But please accept these potions and distribute them to the swordsmen."
Mizuki added, still concerned, "If in a critical moment, you need to use those eyes, you can try dripping the potion into them."
Himejima Gyomei did not refuse Mizuki's kindness, nodding slightly, "I understand."
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