Fujisawa Inn, a certain inn, a certain room—
"All done." After tying a neat knot on the burlap wrapped around Aoto's leg wound, Kiryu smiled and said, "The wound isn't deep. With my special medicine applied, just rest for about ten days, and it'll be as good as new."
Aoto stood up from the tatami, tiptoeing in place a few times.
When his injured right leg touched the ground, he still felt a faint pain, but after applying Kiryu's special medicine—a brown ointment—he noticeably felt much more comfortable than before the treatment.
"Boss Kiryu, you know medicine too?"
"Yes." Kiryu smiled, adjusting the glasses on his nose, "I once studied some medicine in Kyoto."
"You know so much... repairing Gofuku, lip reading, calligraphy, and now you know medicine too..."
"Learning all sorts of new things is my hobby." Kiryu smiled humbly, "How is it? Does the burlap feel too tight?"
"No, no, it's just right."
