Chapter 33: Supernatural Restoration -  Wounds and Unexpected Comedy

The wounds weren't superficial. They were dimensional catastrophes.

Tomoe's chest bore wounds that looked like reality itself had been torn apart. Deep, molecular gashes that suggested something beyond typical supernatural suffering.

But first.

"I am a YOKAI LORD!" Tomoe declared dramatically, trying to maintain some dignity.

Heather's brown eyes - now carrying impossible colors - locked onto him with a supernatural understanding that suggested resistance was futile.

"Hold still," she murmured.

The moment her healing medicine touched the deepest wounds, Tomoe's response wasn't just a scream.

It was a high-pitched SQUEAL that seemed to shatter dimensional barriers.

Absolute silence.

Then.

Uncontrollable laughter.

The children - Haru, Sora, Yuki, Shizuka, Akihiko, Kazuki, Akira - completely lost control.

Kurama - still recovering from his own treatment - fell over laughing.
Helios looked confused.
Prince Demand's crystalline form was shaking with suppressed giggles.

Rei's fire priestess potential was crackling with pure, unexpected joy.
Ami's computer actually started malfunctioning.
Makoto and Minako were absolutely losing it.

"I AM A DIGNIFIED YOKAI LORD!" Tomoe attempted to declare between squeals.

He failed spectacularly.

Ami Mizuno, trying to be scientific, analyzed the molecular reaction.

"Fascinating," she muttered. "The pain receptors are creating an unexpected vocal response that—"

Another squeal interrupted her.

More laughter erupted.

Heather's healing touch continued. Not gently. With precise, molecular reconstruction that suggested something deeper was happening.

Tomoe's yokai potential flickered between supernatural dignity and absolute embarrassment.

"STOP LAUGHING!" he attempted.

Another squeal.
More laughter.

The wounds were severe. Dimensional violations that looked like reality had been systematically destroyed.

But in this moment, laughter became the most powerful healing potential.

Rei's shrine trembled. Not with supernatural potential. With pure, unexpected joy.

Reality itself seemed to pause and laugh.

Healing became joy.
Survival became celebration.
Dignity became absolutely irrelevant.

And in this moment, supernatural potential found its most perfect expression.