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"Whoever dares to hurt my sister Momousagi, I'll make them pay with their life!"

Finn's voice rang with unshakable resolve, and Momousagi's heart skipped a beat.

Her pulse raced—not just from her injuries, but from the warmth behind Finn's words. As she looked up at him, holding her so protectively, she couldn't help but replay everything he'd done.

Damn it… she thought, her cheeks tinged with color. Why is this annoying brother of mine suddenly so… captivating?

"Ahem—" she coughed violently, the strain from her injuries finally catching up to her.

"Momousagi!" Finn's expression shifted instantly to concern. Before she could protest, she felt herself being lifted.

"I'm taking you to rest," Finn said firmly.

In no time, they were in her quarters. Finn set her down gently on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning her pale face.

"Stay still. I'm treating your injuries," he declared.

Momousagi's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. "Finn, stop! These wounds are serious—some are even through and through. There's no point. Just let me—"

Finn interrupted her with a slight smirk. "What nonsense are you spouting, silly sister? With me here, even the Reaper wouldn't dare take you away."

Before she could protest further, Finn pressed his hand over the wound on her stomach. A sudden wave of warmth spread through her body.

"What… What are you doing?" Momousagi asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Finn didn't look up as he concentrated on channeling energy into her. "Healing you, of course. Did you forget? I'm not just handsome—I'm also ridiculously talented. Medicine, among a thousand other things, is something I've mastered."

Momousagi rolled her eyes despite herself, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're so full of yourself, Finn."

Finn chuckled. "And yet, you're still alive because of me. Funny how that works."

As the energy coursed through her, Momousagi felt the pain ebbing away. She glanced down in shock as her wound knitted itself back together, leaving smooth, unblemished skin.

"No scars?" she murmured, awe filling her voice.

"Scars? On my watch? Never," Finn said smugly, leaning back.

Momousagi hesitated for a moment before grabbing his arm. "What about my other wounds? Will they… Will they heal the same way?"

"Of course," Finn replied, grinning. "In fact, I can even remove old scars if you want."

Momousagi's eyes widened, a mixture of joy and disbelief flashing across her face. But then, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing. "Wait… Does that mean… you'll need to…"

Finn raised an eyebrow. "Heal the rest? Of course. Why hesitate? I've already seen you at your worst, and I'm your brother-in-arms. Let me help."

Momousagi bit her lip. Her logical mind knew he was right, but her pride wrestled against her decision.

Before she could decide, Finn leaned closer, his Conqueror's Haki flaring subtly, and said with a soft yet commanding tone: "There's nothing to hesitate over. You've fought bravely and paid a heavy price. Now, let me do my part."

The force of his words shattered her remaining resistance. She sighed, a mixture of exasperation and gratitude. "Fine. But don't push your luck, Finn."

Finn grinned, his hands already glowing with energy. "I wouldn't dream of it… Sister Momousagi."

As the healing continued, Momousagi's heart swelled—not just from relief, but from a feeling she didn't want to name. She watched Finn's focused expression, and a thought flitted through her mind that made her cheeks burn anew.

Damn it, Gion… Stop falling for this idiot.