[Youji might have recovered from the indignity of tripping over a vine and landing flat on his nose.
It's being eye to eye with a literal nest of vipers that's assaulting his calm.
He breathes out, slowly, and pushes himself up on his elbows, eyeing the reptiles warily.]
I know Asclepius. You didn't borrow these from him, did you?
Snakes on another plane