Kenya woke up from his dream.

When I opened my eyes at this moment, I saw neither the bright starry sky, nor the face of a beautiful girl, but a fluffy and soft pillow.

「…… My head hurts. 」

He kept his stomach asleep and pressed his wrists to straighten up as if he were doing push-ups, and then turned his body upside down, lying on his back, and fell back into bed again.

He wasn't going to sleep any further.

Kenya stared at the ceiling in amazement—it was the ceiling he had seen for the first time since he had come to this place.

This kind of meaningless actions and actions made him feel at ease at the moment. The so-called human beings numb themselves precisely by constantly continuing to act meaninglessly like this, and then giving them special meaning to reach the level of self-satisfaction, and generating a sense of comfort.

Perhaps it was because of the pain in his head that he was able to realize so clearly at this moment, and he could recall the "dream" he had just had so clearly.

"So, is it a dream, or is it a ......?"

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

A dream is a dream in which even if you want to keep it in your heart, the details of it will become blurred as you think about it, or you will suddenly lose your impression of the contents.

But in Kenya's closed eyelids, the things in the dream were as if he had just experienced them himself.

The pain and ...... in my chest

A clear, deep touch that lingers on your lips.

He inhaled naturally, a throbbing in his heart.

Kenya raised his hand and pressed it to his chest, where the sword had pierced in his dream.

At this moment, Kenya suddenly felt a hint of strangeness. Because he saw the hand he had just raised.

"Huh?"

The point is not in the hand itself, but in the fact that the vine on the hand, which was originally used to stop bleeding, was replaced with a bandage at some point, and an untimely bow was tied at the end of the bandage.

In addition to the bandages, the clothes on the upper body were also taken off, and the wounds were indiscriminately smeared with potions of various colors and flavors, giving people the feeling that although the person who applied the medicine was very impatient, he had no choice but to deal with the problem.

…… Speaking of which, after shaking hands with Shao****, I seem to have lost my memory afterwards. Was I so tired that I would suddenly fall into a coma, or did I mean that my specific body had intermittent amnesia?

He tried to remember something, but the pain in the top of his head made his mind a little uncomfortable.

…… I can clearly recall the feelings in my dreams.

Kenya, who was worried about his future, put on a confused expression and got out of bed.

He looked around the room he was in.

The rain outside the window still hadn't stopped, but the faint sunlight could already be seen shining through the clouds and through the windows. With this tiny light, he began to examine the cluttered room.

The floor was littered with books with strange writing, eerie aura, and even a dim glow.

Judging from the unfathomable content and atmosphere of these books, Kenya speculated that the owners of these books should belong to the kind of people who have deep roots in simple dwellings, delved into a certain field, and have deep insights and knowledge.

But in fact, this is not the case, and it is precisely because Kenya can feel a strong sense of disobedience to this that he can understand that this thing itself is impossible.

If you think about it a little more deeply, it is impossible for a person who studies books so deeply to treat these books in such a violent way in such a humid environment.

But if you think of Lumia's monster who looks like a little girl but has a powerful murderous aura and a girl who can still suppress Jian Ya even though she has injuries on her body, maybe in this land, these common senses are things that cannot be referred to - provided that his common sense is the right thing.

Kenya walked cautiously in the cluttered room. Try to use this way of thinking to make your mind work, and you want to dig up some memories of the past.

But I just can't remember.

It's as if these memories didn't exist in the first place.

He could recall his name, the swordsmanship he had learned.

He remembered how to tell the weather, how to tell the kind of herbs in the forest, the names of the stars, and so on – all the common sense and survival knowledge that he should have in life.

But I just can't remember where I came from, and I can't remember my past self.

"Maybe the family name is lost as well. 」

Thinking back to the last whisper of the girl in the dream.

- Wait for me, Jianya.

So, what does that mean exactly?

Who is she?

She's ...... to me What kind of existence is it?

"It's bad enough. 」

He sensed that his thoughts were starting to get confused, and Kenya grinned wryly at himself.

Just as he smiled wryly, his footsteps stopped.

Then his gaze was drawn to the large full-length mirror in front of him, and Kenya turned to stare at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he stood in front of himself shirtless, wrapped in bandages. He has short black hair, and he is not particularly tall but not short.

And that face.

Although it was the first time I saw the face, the moment I saw it, Kenya was able to clearly realize the fact that "this is me".

The visible parts of the body and exposed have traces of being fully exercised. Whether it is the abdominal muscles in the waist, the thighs and calves of the lower body, the arms that wield the sword, the upper arms, etc., as a swordsman...... No, as a martial artist, all the parts that should be exercised have been trained, and there is no superfluous part and element, revealing a sense of being capable and concise.

Staring at yourself in the mirror all the time is actually something that makes you feel shy and embarrassed.

But for those who feel confused about their lives and wake up and lose their memories of the past, will it be a reassuring thing to be able to recognize their existence so clearly?

No, for Kenya now, it's not his body that attracts him, his gaze is just on one point-

- The tiny mark on the chest and heart.

This trace is very faint and shallow, and if you are not proficient in a certain field, you will not be able to notice such a shallow trace.

He moved his palms slowly, trying to touch his chest, and looked at the movements he made in the mirror, which was indeed his own figure—the thought that could have been taken for granted came to his mind.

It is precisely because of this that I feel ridiculous about the ideas that come to my mind.

But at the same time, the only thing left of this body, the only thing that remains about the sword. He kept reminding him that no matter how he escaped, this was the truest truth now.

"I shouldn't ......?"

Sword, he slowly touched the mark with his fingertips that was slightly lighter than the rest of his skin.

That is, the traces of the sword.

「…… Did you really die once?"