[ KnY_Inosuke/Aoi ] The little stories

Hateful Boar

A fresh early morning, the sunshine mixed through each tree, the leaves shone down on the campus of Butterfly Estate. Birds seem like to enjoy a beautiful day and race to sing.

From yesterday, Aoi received a message from the crow that two more wounded soldiers will be transferred today for treatment. She was also not very surprised, for this job of killing and killing, having injuries like this was inevitable. So when the sun didn't even raise her head, she left the bed, quickly arranged the hospital bed and the medicine, ready to welcome the two patients who were about to be brought.

When it was time to prepare for breakfast, Aoi stopped by Kanao's empty room when she suddenly remembered, her had been going early on duty since last night but had not returned. Sighing in sadness, the shame of her own cowardice and weakness took over her mood.

As a member of the Demon Slayer team but could not hold a sword to fight, fear of the demons and the bloody battlefield, this has become Aoi's inferiority and fatal weakness. But no matter how shameful she was, she could not suppress her terror, her despair at the predators. Just seeing them, the sight of his beloved parents being brutally murdered, the cozy home and a devil with an ugly face have become her nightmare every night.

Aoi remembers that on the night of the blizzard, they broke her mother's arm and put it into their mouth, and she even heard the crackling sound of a broken bone. . It was once a very soft, warm hand, the hand that always stroked her hair, full of affection and tenderness of motherhood. Just a few hours ago, that hand was still slightly adjusting the hem of her shirt, the owner of that hand still did not forget to remind her to go home early, to avoid letting them worry. Yet now, that person's deformed body lay right in front of her eyes, tinged in a pool of fresh blood. Blood splattered on all the household objects, sticking to her father's favorite tea-making utensils, his mother's hilt of embroidered flowers and the rug they'd sat in on the cold nights.

Every chill transmitted to her brain made her mind numb, so was the reflex reflexes that stagnated, her stiff legs instinctively taking a step backward, accidentally stepping on a dry tree branch to create. an extremely jarring crackling sound in the tearing sounds. The demon stopped its movements, turned its back slightly and stared intently at her, its mouth still covered with fresh blood, its jaw moving up and down steadily without stopping. Suddenly, it gave a creepy smile to his ears and leaped towards her, jiggling his mouth as big as a pot of blood, showing his sharp teeth. At that moment, Aoi felt like her head would crumble in just one bite. But the hand that had not reached her had been severed by a sharp blade, gradually decaying ashes.

After burying her parents, she found out that the person who saved her was one of the members of the Demon Slayer, and he even asked if she wanted to join or not. If it had been before, Aoi would definitely not believe it and think it was just a trick to deceive children, but now she didn't want to believe it or not anymore. Her parents were gone, the houses were broken, all seemed to have disappeared just in an evening, and she silently nodded in agreement, at least joining them was better than wandering the street. The next day, she was taken to the home of what they called a "Trainer" and began her string of hard days.

So much tragedy seemed to have flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye, only when Sumi shook her slightly in worry, Aoi recovered. Leaving all the small thoughts in her head, Aoi continued with the cleaning job to greet the upcoming guests.

Regrettably, the whole morning passed but still could not see the figures of the people she was waiting for, she decided to temporarily put this matter aside and go check for the wounded who are in the process of nursing. .

In the late afternoon, when she was helping a person who had just broken his leg, he was informed that kakushi's people had brought the patients. Not wanting to leave the other person behind, Aoi had to ask Suho to guide them to the room she had prepared earlier.

Having finished her work a while later, she quickly prepared the equipment and rushed to the room of the two new patients. When the door of the ironwood was pushed open making a pleasant creaking noise, the first thing that hit her eyes was ...

A boar...?

She came close to discovering that it was not a boar, or rather, a man wearing a mask of a boar's head with squinted eyes that looked utterly devious. Ignoring her curiosity, she began to examine their injuries. The two who had just moved in were in a critical situation. One of the masked people is all different from big and small, deep and deep wounds, while the other with yellow hair, the limbs are shrunk, listening to the Kakushi explaining that she only knows he was poisoned, almost turned into a spider but fortunately Shinobu-sama injected the antidote in time, so he managed to retrieve a web.

Because Aoi needed more time to study how to recover his limbs, Aoi decided to check for the masked monstrosity first. When she took off the ugly mask, a beautiful face appeared that made her dumbfounded. The sunset light shone on the windowsill, spreading orange spots on the delicate lines, a bit like his daughter. Putting this beauty in the same place as that mask is an interesting contrasting image, as expected of nice guys are not normal. Shoulder length black hair dotted with dark green strands at the ends highlights white skin. Though covered with overlapping wounds, he could not hide his muscular body.

Perhaps because he felt the touch, the boar's head wrinkled his eyebrows, his thick curved eyelashes quivered slightly and then opened, revealing his big green pupils. It seemed that he was regaining consciousness after being in a coma for a long time, so he silently stared at her for a moment. A few seconds later, the damn guy spewed out a few words in a voice that was rough and unpleasant:

- Who the hell are you?

Aoi felt every nerve of her nerves gradually harden, the blue veins on her face jerked repeatedly. As expected, we can't judge a book by its cover.