The Uzui's Child || 子の祝福 || The great tale || Inosuke X Reader

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The little girl with a messy and matted H/L H/C, stumbled through the busling streets of the Entertainment district while holding her bleeding shoulder. She had other wounds but this one hurt her the most, "Help... please..." Most people stayed away from the crying dirty girl. 

She looked terrible, matted H/C hair, dirty skin, ripped and ruined kimono with no Haori, she also had dirty socks with no shoes, the old kimono was drenched with mud, dirt, and blood from her wounds.

It stung, the grime of her life wasn't helping her wounds at all.

Her eyelids suddenly got heavy as she slowed, stumbling more, struggling to stay on her feet as her consciousness was slipping from her young grasp. She was no older than 6 at the time, a sad sight to those who actually cared for people.

Unfortunately a rare sight in the Entertainment district during this time of night. 

"Oh My goodness!" A woman gasped in disgust as she and her group of 'friends' laid their eyes on her appearance.

"What nasty hole did she crawl out of? Look's no better than a servant better off starving..." One stated, glaring at the bleeding and stumbling girl.

"Disgusting desperate scum... probably just wants money and did it to herself," Another said. Women here could be so cruel, the old ladies could sometimes be nice. That's why the little girl normally wouldn't stray out in the open like this normally. But something told her too, her gut she assumed, or just plain thinking of the more people part.

She made a wrong step and slipped, falling hard onto the dirty ground. Catching more attention than before, "Help..." She mumbled, tears thickening down her cheeks as her body stopped moving. It ached with the bruises, her heart pounding in her ears, and her vision blurred.

Luckily for her, a nice old Inn-keeper has seen her collapse and ran towards her, yelling at the bystanders who were not doing anything, lecturing them subtly.

"Go get the Sound Hashira! He just left my Inn not to long ago! He can't be too far, he went that way! Hurry, make yourself useful!" The old woman yelled at a young man, pointing in a direction.

He nodded and ran off in hopes of finding the Hashira while the elderly woman stopped the girls bleeding, or at least she tried. Her vision wasn't the best.

After looking through the crowd for a bit, his eyes landed on a familiar flashy man, "Lord Tengen! A little girl is in need of your assistance! She's in a critical state! She passed out in the middle of the pathway!" The man yelled out for the Hashira, who turned around with his normal facade smirk.

"Lead the way!" He directed, the man nodded, and lead Uzui Tengen where the girl and elderly woman was, Uzui's eyes widened at the sight before him, 'What happened to her? A demon? But I just defeated it yesterday...' He thought, he checked the girl's pulse, it was slowing. She was losing too much blood. He hummed and turned to his crow, "Get Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru!"

The crow cawked before flying off, and he turned back to the girl. He inspected her wounds carefully, wondering what they did. He already knew this wasn't a demon, this didn't seem like a demon attack from his experience.

He narrowed his eyes at a realization, "A human did this to her, but who would do such a thing to a poor child in this dirty and starved state...?" 

He had immediately noticed how skinny, frail, and dirty she was. It wasn't a secret she wasn't treated well, but he needed to find the one responsible, "Eh? Is that so? How can you tell this wasn't a demon, Lord Tengen?"

"One, she would've been dead don't you think? Two, if it was a demon attack, those wounds look fresh, and she's deep into the city, so there would've been a whole scene, and as you see, there isn't," A calm feminine voice spoke, the two turned their heads to see Uzui's wives.