One day, Hiei was training in the forest, slicing down trees and the like with his katana. The fire demon was quite proud of himself that he could cut down such beasts of plants, so with every five, yes five, swings of his blade, he would increase his dexterity.
Alas, forgetting his count of five and instead replacing it with six, he lost his balance in mid air and began to fall. Quickly, he reached for a branch to cling to, but once he grasped it, he felt a sharp pain descend to the large knuckle of his thumb. With a bit of a yelp, he positioned himself on the branch, sheathed his sword, and brought his thumb into his line of sight for closer examination.
His finger nail was split halfway down its middle.
After a few moments of seething, Hiei mocked himself. "Fool, you've been stabbed in the stomach, you endured surgery without anesthesia and have escaped death by the skin of your teeth…and yet, you whimper because of a split nail?!" he cried mentally. He was equally dumbfounded as to why he had finger nails in the first place. They had served him no purpose before, and as a result, he had forgotten that he even had them.
With a stroke of bravery, he took the nail in his hands, and, noticing that a small part of it was dangling, he tried to peel it off, but whimpered once more in pain. It was such a small thing; how did it cause so much pain?! Was it really possible for such a strong class of demon to fall prey to a broken nail?
Broken nails…with that thought, he swallowed his pride (visibly), leapt from the branch and headed toward the person he knew would know what to do in such a dillema:
That damned ferry girl with obscenely blue hair.
