“How is the situation?”
Seeing the assistant come out of the operating room, Rukia hurriedly asked.
“To be honest, the situation isn’t great.
Because her lung function suffered a heavy blow, she won’t be able to do any strenuous exercise in the future.
Also, her eyes were severely overstrained, so there will likely be a serious decline in her vision.”
“Fortunately, her life was saved.
Honestly, it’s a miracle she survived such heavy injuries.
I know killing demons is very important, but the most important thing is your own body.
Without a good body, how can you go out and slay demons?”
The medical assistant seemed somewhat helpless.
He greatly admired these members of the Demon Slayer Corps who fought on the front lines, but every time they returned, they were covered in wounds.
For some with severe injuries, just being able to save them was lucky enough.
Like Kanae, who came today; although she survived, she certainly won’t be able to go to the front lines to exterminate demons anymore.
This was still considered lucky; some with even worse injuries died before they could even be sent here.
“Sigh, as long as she’s saved.
By the way, where is Kochou Shinobu?” After asking about Kanae’s condition, Rukia noticed Kochou Shinobu was nowhere to be seen, so she asked about her whereabouts.
Fearing the assistant might not know, Rukia added:
“The girl who came with me, the one with purple eyes and purple-tipped hair.”
“Oh, you mean Shinobu-san.
She’s too tired and has fallen asleep.
But she’s truly amazing; at such a young age, her medical skills are so profound.
She was the lead surgeon for the entire operation.”
When mentioning Kochou Shinobu, the assistant’s face was full of admiration.
For people in their profession who snatched lives from the hands of the King of Hell, what did they value most?
Medical skill.
They would never be stingy with their praise for someone with such high medical expertise.
She was the lead surgeon?
No wonder she collapsed from exhaustion.
It had been five hours since Kanae was brought here.
Maintaining high-intensity mental concentration on the operating table is much harder than slaying demons.
This wasn’t the Bleach World.
No matter how heavy the injury, as long as you weren’t dead, Captain Retsu could pull you back with a single Kaido barrier.
“Is she still in the operating room?”
“No, we’ve already moved her to an arranged room.
By the way, Miss Rukia, we’ve prepared a room for you as well.”
“Prepared one for me too?”
“Yes.
Our Wisteria House handles all logistics for Demon Slayer Corps members.
We provide unconditional help to any member of the Demon Slayer Corps who comes here.”
Rukia naturally agreed to this.
She had just arrived in this world, and there was no Kuchiki Family here.
Finding a place to stay would have been a huge hassle.
The accommodation provided by the Wisteria House was like charcoal in the snow.
Although she wasn’t technically part of the Demon Slayer Corps, she had slain Upper Moon Two, so playing the role of a Demon Slayer was no problem at all.
On the way there, Rukia had already learned from Kochou Shinobu what kind of existences demons were.
They possessed terrifying regenerative abilities, and besides using a nichirin sword to decapitate them, only sunlight and concentrated wisteria liquid could kill them.
And the demon Rukia had frozen was the powerful Upper Moon Two, whose strength was second only to the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji and Upper Moon One.
Evening came, and Rukia arrived at the door to Kochou Shinobu’s room:
“Shinobu, are you awake?”
“Ah, wait a moment!”
Following the rustling sound of dressing from inside the room, Kochou Shinobu’s voice came again:
“It’s okay now, Rukia.
Please come in!”
“Excuse me.”
After greeting her, Rukia opened the door.
At this time, Kochou Shinobu was wearing her unchanging Demon Slayer Corps uniform, but she hadn’t tied her hair up; it was loose, and she wasn’t wearing her purple butterfly-shaped hairpin.
“Yo, Shinobu, how was your rest?
I heard you fell asleep right after the surgery finished.”
“It couldn’t be helped.
This was the most intense surgery I’ve ever performed.
I didn’t dare make the slightest mistake.
The person lying on the operating table was my sister; I had to focus all my energy.”
“Unfortunately, my sister will have to retire to the second line now and continue to provide new blood for the Demon Slayer Corps as a Cultivator.”
Seeing Kochou Shinobu looking discouraged because of Kanae’s injuries, Rukia couldn’t help but comfort her:
“That’s also quite good.
You won’t have to fight evil demons anymore, and you won’t have to worry about your sister getting such heavy injuries again.
Retiring to the second line is fine; don’t be too pessimistic.”
“By the way, Shinobu, can you let me join the Demon Slayer Corps?
Although I really want to slay demons, I don’t have any intelligence.
I don’t know where demons appear, so I can only rely on luck.”
“Like this morning, saving Kanae was a bit of a coincidence.
If I hadn’t happened to be passing by, your sister might not have come back.”
“Eh?
Rukia, you’re not in the Demon Slayer Corps?” After hearing Rukia’s words, Kochou Shinobu seemed quite surprised.
“But it makes sense.
If someone as powerful as Rukia were in the Demon Slayer Corps, I would definitely have an impression of her.
It’s impossible that I haven’t even heard of you.”
Hearing this, Rukia could only give a dry laugh.
She had just transmigrated less than a day ago; it would be strange if anyone had heard of her name.
“Joining the Demon Slayer Corps is certainly no problem.
I happen to be writing a report to the Master later, and I’ll include Rukia’s situation!” Kochou Shinobu paused and continued:
“Entering the Demon Slayer Corps is actually very simple.
As long as you pass the Final Selection, you can become a member.
Although the survival rate has been very low over the years, I believe that with Rukia’s strength, there will be absolutely no problem!”
“Eh?
You only need to pass the Final Selection?” Rukia seemed surprised.
This was the first time she had seen such a large organization that only required passing one assessment to enter.
“That’s right.
As long as you slay demons and pass the final assessment, then you are a member of the Demon Slayer Corps!” Shinobu said.
“I see…”
Just then, a sound came from outside the door, interrupting Rukia’s thoughts:
“Miss Shinobu, Miss Rukia, dinner is ready!”
“Ah, dinner is ready.
Rukia, you don’t know how delicious the food at the Wisteria House is; I guarantee you’ll be full of praise!”
“Is that so?
Then I’ll have to give it a proper taste.” Hearing Kochou Shinobu’s praise, Rukia felt a surge of anticipation.
As the head of the four great noble families of the Soul Society, the food at the Kuchiki Family was naturally beyond reproach, and living there, Rukia’s palate had naturally become quite refined.
With that, the two arrived at the dining room together.
To call it a dining room was an overstatement; it wasn’t very large, just a few small tables placed on the tatami mats, only two of which had food on them.
“Is it just the two of us today?” Rukia asked, looking at the empty surroundings.
“Yes, there are only three of us swordsmen here for recuperation today.
My sister is still unconscious, so it’s just the two of us here,” Kochou Shinobu explained.
Rukia: “Is this…
ramen?”
Kochou Shinobu: “Ramen, how rare.
This is a delicacy that came from that ancient country in the East.
Come, give it a try.” Perhaps because Kanae had been saved, Kochou Shinobu seemed to be in a very good mood.
The Celestial Empire?
As the country where Rukia lived before her rebirth, she felt a sense of homesickness for that land.
Although she had been gone for over a decade, some things could never be forgotten.
At this point in time, ramen from the Celestial Empire had just been introduced to Japan, and the flavor hadn’t undergone much change yet.
As the ramen entered her mouth, that nostalgic feeling immediately flooded her heart, and Rukia couldn’t help but feel an impulse to tear up.
How many years?
How many years had it been since she last tasted the food of her hometown?
Seeing Rukia’s dazed expression, Kochou Shinobu looked confused:
“Rukia, what’s wrong?
Is the ramen not good?
Should I ask them to make something else?”
Kochou Shinobu’s words pulled Rukia out of her nostalgia.
After calming her emotions, she said, “It’s not that it’s bad; it’s too delicious!”
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”