Kyojuro in a top hat

I have a disorganized brain that craves order, so here's some organization of my more substantial blog posts! minus the ugly stuff heh

Good morning, Mr. Tomioka.

Lizzie vs the Insect Hashira and the hippocratic oath

When Shinobu found out that the Englishwoman had nearly a decade of nursing experience under her belt and had served in an army hospital during the Great War, she couldn't believe it. What was a nurse doing serving as a swordswoman in the Demon Slayer Corps? Why was she not stationed in the Butterfly Mansion or, at the very least, serving as a Kakushi?

The Insect Hashira took it upon herself to harass, beg, cajole, and plead at every opportunity to join the nurses at the Butterfly Mansion. Lizzie took to avoiding the mansion as much as she could afford. When she inevitably found herself cornered Shinobu, Lizzie adamantly refused her requests, always insisting, "My nursing days are over. I am only here to destroy monsters."

That is, until one day, Shinobu trapped the older woman with a plan. Her role as a swordswoman put her in a unique position to save lives before the Kakushi could arrive and to test experimental field medicines and tools. When Lizzie inevitably refused, Shinobu was ready with a counter - an order from The Master himself.

"Good morning, Mr Tomioka. It's another beautiful, sunny day....Hah! It looks like the white-bellied tits are having another row in the yard. Seems to be about the seeds Nurse Aoi threw out in the courtyard....You know, I think spring might come early this year. I noticed the snow is starting to melt on the pathways in the courtyard already...I do hope you'll try to wake up in time for the sakura to bloom. You wouldn't want to spend sakura season in a coma, now would you?"

After surviving the Infinity Castle, my girl Lizzie Howard felt the call to return to nursing for the first time in years. While still recovering from her own wounds, she traded her haori for an apron and got to work helping the overwhelmed Butterfly Mansion staff. After spending her formative years as a nurse during the Great War, Lizzie never expected to find peace in returning to a wartime hospital. But it seemed there was healing waiting for her, too, among the beds of the wounded.