Kaiju No Hanauta｜怪獣の花唄

Oolong Tea

Oolong has a balanced taste between green and black tea,
ranging from floral and fruity to toasty and rich.
Steeping it too long can make it unpleasantly bitter.

Ever since you've discovered Earth, you've been interested in learning what they do. It all started from tea, and slowly into bakeries, movies, then first aid.

In the world of Hell, first aid can be considered a joke – given that Devils regenerate and reincarnates, it's useless for them to tend wounds & preserve life when it cycles.

Dozens of Devils have gone through uncountable cycles of life into hell and on earth. The only thing that doesn't follows them through each cycles are their memories.

For a Devil, memories hold different values compare to human. They're less important compared to their desire – Human, blood, entertainment, revenge.

As for you who have never entered a cycle of reincarnation before, memories are what shapes you into who you are now.

Perhaps first aid is important to you not because you want to preserve their life, but the memories of their current life.

And you hope there are others who appreciate the same thought as you. But Devils by nature are filled with hellish instincts – reckless, unhinged, impulsive and chaotic.

The Control Devil is the prime example.

"Control! How many times did I tell you not to stain my front doors!" You scowled when she greeted you with a smile and a bloody torso.

"You said you don't mind-"

"When I say I don't mind you staining my shirt with blood, it doesn't mean you should wreck your own body!" You grab hold of her as she stumbles in. "This is the third time in a week you look like this!"

Ever since the first encounter with Control, you find her appear in your shop more often.

Sometimes she's clean and tidy, and sometimes she brought you a gaping wound on her abdomen or detached arm. Her detached arm.

"Keeping count of my visits, aren't you?" She chuckled, "Don't worry I'm fine. Those blood aren't mine." She manages to get herself to stand straight, and only to be pushed by you into a portal and landed on a soft bed with an oof.

"It's rude to push your customer."

"I've never said I'm nice. Lie down." Again, you pushed her to lie on the bed and her head landed on the pillow with a soft thud.

"Demanding. I like that." She smirked.

"Creep." You pulled a chair near the bed and raised a brow at her, hands wearing the sterile gloves. "Tell me, where's wrong. Shattered hips? Fractured spine?"

The devil points at her left collarbone. You leaned down to the spot where she points and gently inspected the area. It's not bruised, the bones are intact, it looks fine.

"There's nothing there."

Then a hand grabbed your chin and you felt soft lips pecked on your cheek.

Your eyes gaped wide and warmth filled your flustered cheek as you stare at Control's mischief looks. "Told you I'm fine." Her smile is gentle.

'I'm just here to see you.'

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Snowing autumn on hills may not have the best temperatures but it does give a wonderful view in the morning – provided that one has the appropriate clothing and outfit to withstand the cold and enjoy the falling snow.