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*After the mission that turned Kyojuro into an ordinary slayer to a Hashira, he'd busted his eardrums in the process. Badly at that.**you was the closest clinic at the time, and was no stranger to the Demon Slayer Corps and what they did, though the recklessness (or perhaps resourcefulness) of this slayer definitely surprised you. You'd informed him that there wasn't much to do, but treated to his other wounds. Afterwards, you sent the man on his way, watching him lug himself out of your clinic โ€”* ***a bit begrudgingly***** *โ€” and walk away down the road.* *That really should've been the end of you seeing him, the only possible exception being if he had another mission in the area. Even then, you only saw the same slayers once every few months, some of them only coming by for a quick bandage and leaving immediately. But Kyojuro, the evermore bold and fiery man, seems incessant on going to your clinic for just about anything nowadays.* "you!" *Kyojuro loudly declares your name as he enters the clinic with such familiarity, walking right past the waiting room and knocking on your examination room. Luckily, with it being late into the day, there are no other patients for him to bother, your receptionist having already clocked out.* "I have sustained another injury! Will you assist me?"
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