Chapter 017
After Beiming Island Xingming suddenly asked the people from the Hidden Department to send something to him, Qingxi also wanted to send something to him. However, after thinking about it alone for three days and still couldn't think of anything to give him, she felt that she needed to seek help from outside.
"Does Aki have any relatives in the Demon Slayer Corps?" asked Koharu Aya in surprise in the cafeteria.
"He's the one who took me in before I came here. Now he's a ghost hunter." Qingxi said.
"In this case, Ah Xi, you can prepare some medicines that are easy to carry. If there are not many things, you can ask Xuan Ya to deliver them to you." Riko suggested while holding a grilled fish with chopsticks.
Xiaochun Ling thought for a moment and said, "The weather has been getting colder recently. Ah Xi, you can make a haori for Mr. Ghost Hunter."
Haruki froze while eating. She blinked innocently at Haru Aya and said, "Um... Aya-kun, I don't know how to make clothes."
Xiaochun Ling was stunned for a moment, then she seemed to have thought of something and nodded. "That's right, Ah Xi, you are still so young and there is no adult around to teach you how to sew clothes. It's normal that you can't do it. How about this, from now on, you come to our room every night and we will teach you how to sew clothes."
"Ah, this..." Qingxi was stunned. She just wanted to ask others what kind of return gift they should give to Mr. Beimingyu, but how did it become that she had to learn how to sew clothes?
"I don't think my craftsmanship is good enough." Qingxi said confidently, "So, I'd better go out and buy a haori for Mr. Beiming Island."
"How can this be possible!"
It was like a hornet's nest. Qingxi stared blankly at the young ladies in the cafeteria looking at her with disapproval.
"Although the haori you bought is finely crafted, it doesn't fully reflect your intentions, Aki." Koharu Aya said seriously.
"Yeah." Riko crossed her arms and nodded heavily, pretending to be on Koharu Aya's side. "Besides, how can a girl not know how to sew? Are you going to throw away your clothes and buy a new one just because they have a small hole in them, Aki? That would be such a waste."
Qingxi, who was "besieged by a group of people", immediately admitted his mistake: "Yes, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."
Perhaps because she admitted her mistake with such a good attitude, the other girls, led by Koharu Aya, finally let her go. Then the group began to discuss Haruki's "class" for the following evening.
Listening to them teaching how to cut clothes, me how to sew clothes, and her how to embroider, Chunxi's face turned green.
She couldn't complain to the ladies in the clinic who were so kind to her, so she could only put the blame on Beimingyu Xingming.
Mr. Beimingyu, for you, I really screwed myself over QAQ
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At night, the door was opened from outside.
Seeing Qingxi with a look of despair on her face, who had already received it from Kabiramaru and smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, Iguro Obana rarely did not mock her.
He understood that his hands were pierced by needles and had several holes in them today.
In the past two nights, he had seen her coming back from the next room with that expression on her face many times. He just let Diwan go out for a short walk and he knew what was going on.
Just because he stopped talking doesn't mean the girl won't talk to him anymore.
"Iguro." She took a ruler and walked up to the black-haired boy, clasping her hands together with a pleading look on her face. "Please, be my experimental subject. I'll just measure your shoulder width and arm length...Aling and the others gave me the task of making a piece of clothing that can be worn. It's OK for adults, but Aling and the others don't want to, so...Iguro, please, let me make you a piece of clothing."
Sister A-Ling and the others don't want you to huh ...
So, he definitely doesn’t want it!
"Please, please, Iguro~~"
"Stay away from me."
"If you measure it for me, I'll treat you to some delicious shredded kelp."
“…”
"Hey, if you don't agree, I'll force it on you."
Iguro Obana was annoyed by the pestering and finally agreed to become the target person for her to make the first piece of clothing.
Of course, he also put the ugly words first.
"First, give me the scar removal and repair ointment in two days at the most, and I'm leaving here.
Second, if your craftsmanship is too ugly, you can wear the dress yourself. Don’t give it to me. I will throw it away even if you give it to me.”
With the data for making clothes, Qingxi became particularly easy to talk to.
She nodded in agreement while measuring his body with a ruler and then writing the measured data in a notebook.
After finishing all this, she put away all the tools and prepared to buy the cloth tomorrow before starting work again.
"By the way, Yihei, aren't you planning to spend the New Year here before leaving?" She asked, remembering what the other person had just said.
It is only a dozen days away from the New Year. If the other party chooses this time to go to the trainer's place, it means that he is not planning to celebrate the New Year this year.
"Instead of wasting time here, why not go and practice?" Iguro Obanai said calmly. "Practice and become a master sooner, and then go kill demons."
After hearing this, Qingxi stopped talking.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, after serving Iguro Obanai's breakfast, Qingxi went downstairs and started to conduct routine examinations on the injured ghost hunters in the clinic with other medical staff.
At noon, Qingxi took some time off and hurried out of the clinic. When she came back, there was a package in her arms.
Iguro Obana saw the package with a corner of clothing sticking out and knew that it was the fabric for the clothes she was going to make for him. Just as he was about to say something to her, the girl downstairs heard her voice, "Aki, there's a seriously injured patient."
As if it was a signal, he watched the little girl who originally wanted to take a breath flip her hand, and ran away in a hurry with so many things that he didn't recognize at all.
Iguro Obanai frowned slightly, but in the end, curiosity overcame his inner reluctance to get close to strangers.
He quickly wrapped the lower half of his face with a bandage. He was very skilled at this action, so it only took a short while for him to completely cover the lower half of his face.
I walked towards the place where the noise was the loudest and stood at the door of the ward on the first floor. What I saw were the Demon Slayer Corps members who had just been placed on the beds, their clothes were tattered, and they were seriously injured and dying.
Even though he had received emergency treatment from the Hidden Department personnel, the one who seemed to be the least injured looked like he was trying hard to hold on.
"Ashi, give this some points."
"good."
"Ashi, this way."
"And this."
“…Ashi…”
"I'm sorry, this gentleman has taken too long, and my acupuncture can't make his stopped heartbeat start again."
"That's not your fault. Hurry up, let's hurry up and treat the next patient."
"This... is what the lord is talking about... Axi's talent, right?" Ihei Xiaobanai murmured softly as she looked at the girl in the crowd who seemed to be here to cause trouble rather than help, and who was like a hardworking little bee who would quickly run over to assist other medical staff wherever they needed her.
This was the first time that Iguro Obana saw Kiyokis like this, and at this moment his first impression of her was being overturned.
This was completely different from his first impression of her, a mere little girl. What kind of skill could she possibly possess that could be called talent? Furthermore, he had seen her ability to produce objects out of thin air, and they were all just ingredients. If that was all she had, how would it be useful for killing ghosts? Could she kill them or just take them all away? Everything about her was simply a reflection of the lord's high regard for her. She was a completely different person.
If the talent that the lord was referring to was her current one, he admitted that she was very powerful.
Thinking this, Iguro Xiaobanai came over silently and left silently. During the whole process, no one noticed that he had been to the ward on the first floor.
The blood-stained, now useless bandages were gathered and later processed together. The bodies of the three demon hunters who hadn't been rescued were also cleaned up, and the remains were carried by the Hidden Corps personnel to the unified Demon Slayer Corps cemetery for burial. Finally, the blood-stained blankets were collected, washed, and hung in the courtyard to dry. All of this was a daily routine for the medical staff at the clinic.
Someone patted her shoulder gently, and Qingxi looked up and met Koharu Aya's eyes.
"Axi, if you are tired, just take a rest. Leave the rest of the things here to us." Xiaochun Ling said.
Qingxi is the youngest medical staff in the clinic. Everyone knows that she is too small and any work that requires a little bit of strength will require her to spend extra energy, so her endurance will be exhausted after just a while, so everyone is still very considerate of her.
Qingxi shook her head, thinking about the lunch she hadn't started yet, she said, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and make lunch."
Xiaochun Ling thought about it and nodded, "Okay, if you're lazy, it doesn't matter if you make a simple lunch."
She said confidently, "We are all patients, so it's good for us to eat lighter meals."
Qingxi nodded and went to the kitchen, but she didn't expect that someone was already there preparing lunch.
"Iguro." Qingxi was so surprised when he said this name.
It would be strange if you weren't surprised.
How could this taunting freak be cooking in the kitchen? She'd rather believe this person was a ghost that had sneaked into the clinic and taken on his appearance.
"If you come over, I'll leave this place to you." Putting down the watering can in his hand, Yihei turned around and left after saying this.
Qingxi, who had not yet understood the meaning of his words, watched him quickly leave the kitchen. It was not until she saw the cooking pot filled with washed wet rice and the ingredients on the table beside her were cut into a mess that she realized what he meant by the words he had just said before he left.
"Really?" Qingxi put her hands on her hips, looking speechless. "I appreciate your kindness, but if you can't cook, you'd better not enter the kitchen."
But should she be glad that he didn't get angry in time?
Otherwise, she suspected that the clinic's kitchen would be blown up, and then, after the kitchen was rebuilt, everyone here, including patients and medical staff, would have nothing to eat.
Divide half of the rice in the pot into the pot next door, add appropriate amount of water, and then light a fire to cook.
While the firewood was burning, she brought the small stool she often stood on, stepped on it and stood in front of the table, processing and packaging the vegetables that were messed up by Ihei Xiaobanei.
In other words, her hand speed has been honed in the Food World. Although it may not be as fast as it was then, it is definitely not slow, otherwise everyone's lunch would have to be delayed today.
However, even though Qingxi made amends later, when everyone saw the strangely shaped radish during the meal, they didn't know what to do with their chopsticks.
It's not just radishes, the same goes for the mixed vegetables next to it.
I saw that the vegetables inside had been cut into pieces and their original appearance was no longer recognizable.
"Akira." Ueno Arata, who had brought his own portion of dinner, looked at the people in the quiet cafeteria. His eyes finally fell on the girl who was eating the meal in front of her with an expressionless face. When she looked over, he continued under the gaze of the others looking at the warriors, "Next time, if you're not in a good mood, don't go to the kitchen to cook."
He raised the plate in his hand and continued to tease the little girl: "Right now, I can hear these ingredients crying with both ears."
He clenched his chopsticks tightly and cleaned the dishes. He didn't want to take the blame for others. Xi: "...I didn't cut these dishes."
Ueno Shin smiled, and that face almost said, "I heard you make it up."
Qingxi: "These were all cut by that guy Iguro. He probably saw that we were too busy, so he wanted to help us make dinner.
However, he couldn't cook or cut vegetables, and when he saw me coming, he left the mess to me and ran back upstairs."
Qingxi felt that her explanation was very clear, but no one in the cafeteria believed her. She was so frustrated that she almost rushed upstairs to pull out Iguro Obana and ask him to repeat the steps of cooking and cutting vegetables.
However, she is a mature adult and cannot pull others down for a small matter. That would be too childish and immature.
However, she also secretly made a decision in her heart. Tomorrow, tomorrow she must drag him downstairs to the kitchen to cook with her!
She definitely won't take the blame for venting her anger on the food.
It's just that Qingxi's idea was good, but people just wouldn't be fooled. Besides, she still had clothes to make as a trial. Sister Aliang and the others seemed to be addicted to being teachers, and had been keeping a close eye on her "homework" recently, so much so that she had no time to discuss cooking with Iguro Obana.
She put the matter aside until a week had passed since he had stayed in the clinic. Flame Pillar Rengoku Makijuro came to pick him up. What she didn't know was that he had secretly learned cooking from the Water Breathing Trainer, which made her feel bad and tired, so she would cook the ingredients in the kitchen. Since then, she has never left the clinic.
Just thinking about it makes me angry!
But that’s another story.
She stared at the venomous snake unwillingly for a while before giving him the ointment she had prepared overnight, which was a mixture of five ingredients including beauty stone, aloe vera, fish scales, etc.
"And this." After seeing him put the ointment away, she stuffed a cloth bag into his hand.
Iguro Xiaobanai raised an eyebrow, "Are you really done? Don't give me two pieces of unsewn rags, are you?"
As he said this, he opened the cloth bag with a look as if he was ready to laugh at her, and then picked up the clothes inside.
Just one glance, and the venom that was about to come to his mouth was not spit out by him, because what was wrapped in the cloth was actually a set of clothes and pants suitable for a boy of his age.
Although the stitches were not well hidden and many of them were exposed, indicating that the craftsmanship of the owner of this dress was not good, it can indeed be said that "it is a dress that can be worn."
Looking at the speechless Iguro Obanai, Qingxi raised his chin and said in a very arrogant manner, "So? You think I'm a terrible cook, so the clothes I make are ugly and can't be worn out? I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't like making clothes, not that I can't learn it."
Pointing to the two sleeves, "I also embroidered the dysprosium balls on them. Although it's not 100% accurate, it's definitely 50%."
Ihei looked in the direction she pointed, then he raised his head and silently looked at the dartfish ball wrapped around his neck.
50% like? You might as well just say it's not like at all.
Although she was disgusted, Iguro Obana still wrapped her clothes and pants again and put them on.
"You..." He paused, "If you don't want others to covet your secret, then guard it well. Not everyone is as indifferent to it as I am."
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