Michikatsu sat there as he touched his chest, as he groaned in pain. Early he fought a hard demon and that left him hurting in his chest because of how much of his strength he used. He let out another loud groan as he was pissed, no matter how hard he tried he could never be like his younger brother Yoriichi.

You were just doing your job which was to heal Michikatsu with the best of your abilities, as you carefully placed a cold rag onto his chest as he let out another soft groan as he clenched his fist. As you put more pressure onto the rag he felt his eye twitch as he glared at you. He was just angry that he couldn't be like his younger brother who was basically a gift from the gods.

"Would stop that, it dose nothing but makes the pain more worse." He snapped at you, which was normal.