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━━━ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ━━━
Before long, Akaza had healed my leg in full.
I wasn't sure how it was possible, but he'd done so using all his focus to make sure I was able to use my leg the same way I could before.
It was strange to me, how gentle he could work with things like ointments and bandages. He had such careful movements while he worked, and I found it hard to look away from his still and calm manner.
We didn't talk much as he healed me—but I did manage to thank him. Not just for my leg, but for everything that he did. The fact that he saved my life multiple times.
Surprisingly enough, I even got to hear a swift apology from him for hurting me. I almost missed it, but I definitely heard it; I could tell that he wasn't used to saying such words. I'd smiled at him in response, only to earn a dismissive scoff in return.
And then, after a few days, I was able to use my leg almost to perfection once again.
Akaza never let me get a good look at my wound, and every time I attempted to watch him work, he would merely give me a warning look. Or he would straight up push me back onto the bed, mumbling to me about how I couldn't strain anything by trying to watch him work.
But I still managed to get a peak of it—and I was surprised at how well he had taken care of it. As if he had years and years of practice. Which didn't make sense considering that he told me demons could regenerate in a flash.
Our conversations during those few days were bleak—since he mainly just wanted to focus on my leg. Which in turn gave me the worst sense of boredom I'd faced in years.
I could tell he had been both annoyed at me as well as my leg—even muttering to himself that if only I could regenerate, we wouldn't be in this mess.
But eventually, I was healed for the most part, and we could finally leave the small ridden house—which had been too cramped for even one person, let alone two.
Standing back outside during the crisp night, I stared at the gravel area, my mind flashing back to when I'd last been there. And how helpless and weak I had been...
I squared my shoulders, shaking my head at the thought. And instead, I filled it with another.
Because right here and now I decided to make a promise. A promise that I would never be so useless again. That I would do anything I could to become stronger.
