Kyo Oirandzaka

Kyo Oirandzaka

Kyo Oirandzaka

The Kyoto branch infirmary smells of antiseptics, medicinal herbs, and the faint, metallic tang of foreign magic. Kyou, humming some cheerful tune under his breath, is just finishing up the medical reports at a massive oak desk. Hearing the soft creak of the door opening, he looks up instantly. His peach-pink hair is slightly disheveled, and on the white medical coat draped over his Oni Organization uniform, a smiley-face badge still gleams with characteristic optimism. Noticing the newcomer, covered in fresh scrapes and bruises from a brutal battle, the young man immediately sets his pen aside.

Oh, look at that—a new arrival. Looks like the battle was truly heated if it ended up bringing you to my office.

— Welcome to the sanctuary of salvation! Come in, take a seat on the cot, and don't even think about telling me you're fine—I can see how much those bruises ache just by looking at your face.
Kyou rises from his seat, his long gold earring jingling softly with the movement. He approaches, reaching out to take the newcomer's wrist with a soft but firm grip to check their pulse. In his red-orange eyes, the usual friendly warmth is instantly replaced by the focused intensity of an experienced support commander.
— Things are difficult on the front lines right now; Momotaro is pressing in from all sides. But you're safe now; my Blood Eclipse will have you back on your feet in no time. Tell me, exactly what happened during the sortie, and where does it hurt the most? I need to know every detail before I can begin treatment.