Katsumi Uehara had a dream, a long dream.

In this dream, he fulfilled all his wishes in this life-

went to Dragon Ball to tease No. 18 Bulma, and fought with Shiranui Dance and King in The King of Fighters;

In the blink of an eye, he flew into the universe and boarded an old spaceship called the BeBop, and shuttled between the stars with his friends in search of his own past;

After landing, he lies on the bed of the three cat-eye sisters, and when he is chased by a chicken and a dog, he crashes into a city hunter named the Wild Feather Fang around the corner.

He is Ultraman Agujou, the light of the sea, who resurrected in the glorious scene of Moses dividing the sea, and came to the world with a sacred BGM;

He was the king of memory in the wind capital, but he was kicked to death by that half-tough guy by the wind-

Well?

Kick to death?

No, why do I have such dreams?

But if it wasn't for being kicked to death...... Why do I feel so much pain all over my body?

Katsumi Uehara felt pain as he gradually regained consciousness in one dream after another, and at this moment he felt like a test subject, soaked in a fish tank by an evil organization that wanted to conquer the world, and his body was full of tubes for transformation.

He tried to open his eyelids and regain his light, but the damn heaviness made him want to give up after a few failed attempts.

Until, a voice appeared.

"Uehara?

"Self-denial?!

"Doctor! Nurse! He moved! He's awake! Come here! Is he waking up?! ”

Words of eagerness with a hint of hope, a beautiful voice like an angel.

Katsumi Uehara vaguely felt that this person's voice was familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember who she was.

He felt something was wrong, and he wanted to see who was calling him.

One struggle, two struggles......

The revived consciousness continued to pour into the man's mind along with the memories before the explosion, and a light that could not be hidden no matter how shone into his heart the moment his eyelids opened-

A woman, a woman in a blue-purple women's suit with a hip-hugging skirt.

The delicate eyebrows were indescribably excited and joyful, and after seeing him open his eyes, the woman walked to his bedside in three steps and two steps: "Uehara! Do you still know me?! ”

"Left vine...... I'm not dead......"

The voice was as dry as a desert that had lost its moisture, and the air flow that was being continuously transported in the oxygen mask fluctuated as the man woke up.

Doctors and nurses, who were also pleasantly surprised, were standing in front of his bed, calling different people.

"You're not dead, you're not dead...... Yes, you're not dead. ”

Miwako Zuoto, who was squatting on the ground and grasping the railing on the side of the hospital bed with both hands, choked a little in her throat, her forehead hit the railing for a long time, and after sorting out her emotions, she quickly raised her head, bit her lip and said softly with a smile: "You didn't die, we rescued you, the doctors rescued you back......"

"Huh...... I'll just ...... Say, scourge...... Lose...... Millennial ......"

"Don't talk anymore, don't talk about it, now you need to recuperate, you've been lying down for a long time, and all the functions of your body haven't adapted to your recovery."

Seeing that the man seemed to want to continue, Miwako Sato hurriedly spoke out to stop him: "Take your time, take your time, you know?" ”

Hearing this, Katsumi Uehara slowly closed his eyes again.

——？！

Miwako Sato's eyes widened in shock, and she looked back at the doctor who was checking the values.

"Don't worry about Officer Sato, Officer Uehara's physical indicators are recovering well, he's just tired. It's like a baby who has just been born, and it doesn't take long to feel tired when you open your eyes. ”

The doctor gave her a reassuring answer: "This is a good start, and with the awakening of consciousness, Officer Uehara's body will slowly adjust to a normal level." ”

It's okay......

Miwako Sato, who had a false alarm, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My next suggestion is that you can come and visit him gradually, but it is best not to visit him for more than 20 minutes a day, after all, what Officer Uehara needs most now is rest."

"Okay, good doctor, thank you."

"You're welcome, Officer Sato, it's our honor to be able to save the next hero."

Miwako Zuoto, who watched the doctors and nurses leave in a hurry, turned her head to look at the man on the hospital bed who was breathing evenly with his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a bright smile.

…………………………………………

"Hello dear viewers and friends, I am today's on-site reporter Mizumi no mercy, and now behind me is the famous St. Luke's International Hospital in Tokyo.

"According to information from the hospital and the police, the Metropolitan Police Department's search section that turned the tide in the explosion of the Rice Flower Central Hospital and the explosion of the undersea tunnel has awakened from a coma some time ago.

"It is reported that the chairman of the Suzuki Foundation and the chairman of the Takasugi Foundation have postponed several meetings tonight just to come to the hospital to visit the Uehara Police Department.

"The director of the White Horse Police Department, deputy director Zhu Xing Deng Zhifu and other senior police officials also hurried to the hospital this evening......

The man who had been transferred to the general ward, after seeing off the most recent group of friends who had come to visit him, sat on the hospital bed and stretched his waist with difficulty, and sang a pleasant chant from his mouth:

"Ah~ When will I be discharged from the hospital, people are about to rust when they lie in bed every day."

"It's almost over, the doctor said to observe for two more days, and you don't care about lying down for two more days after lying down for so many days."

"I care, I care, I'm about to have hemorrhoids on my ass."

“……”

Miwako Sato, who finished peeling the apple, turned her head and looked at the lazy man on the hospital bed amusedly: "You know, I'm starting to miss Katsumi Uehara who doesn't open his mouth much and doesn't talk much. ”

"It's a battle-damaged version, and of course it's rare and valuable."

Katsumi Uehara, who lifted the quilt and got out of bed and jumped twice, stood in front of the window and twisted his waist, his eyes looking at the reporters chasing after the hospital gate like sharks smelling fishy through the moonlight outside the window.

Shiro Suzuki's group of bigwigs who had just come out of the ward were surrounded by them.

"Tuk-tuk."

"Please come in."

There was another knock on the door of the ward, and a beautiful figure pushed the door in, still carrying a fruit basket for visiting patients.

"Good evening, self-denial; Good evening, Zuo Teng Criminal. ”

The short-haired woman smiled and put down the fruit basket in her hand and greeted the two people in the ward.

"Natsuko? You're still here so late? Katsumi Uehara blinked, and instinctively looked at Miwako Sato, who was biting an apple as if watching a play.

"I just finished correcting the papers, and I thought that I hadn't visited you for a long time, so after thinking about it, I still need to come up and take a look, but it seems that I don't need to come again in the future."

The woman named Natsuko smiled and put down the fruit basket in her hand: "You seem to be recovering well." ”

"Well, that's good."

"When will you be discharged?"

"I don't know, it's probably only the last week, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just curious about your heroic deeds. It's not just me, it's them. ”

The woman who spoke in a rather direct style smiled and said, "It's just that I'm a primary school teacher now, so I have more time." ”

"Then I think you'll see me on the news." Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders and refused.

"After all these years, you really haven't changed."

Shibuya Natsuko, who seemed to be sighing something, shook her head: "Okay, I'm already working at Kakudo Elementary School, and I have time to have a drink after being discharged from the hospital, so I'll go first." ”

"Walk slowly."

Unwrapping the fruit basket and picking an orange at random, Katsumi Uehara turned his head and glanced at Miwako Sato, who was still eating apples, and the latter couldn't help blinking when he saw him looking over: "What's wrong?" ”

"You don't even know how to help me out?"

"What's the siege, she's your girlfriend, not mine."

“？”

Katsumi Uehara slowly typed a question mark: "Is it the front, the front, OK?" I broke up in my sophomore year, and she went to the United States to study abroad, and we haven't been in touch for a long time. ”

"A peaceful breakup?"

"Break up peacefully."

"This is the first time you've seen your ex-girlfriend repeatedly in the last month?"

“……”

Katsumi Uehara bared his teeth, frowned and thought for a while: "The seventh? ”

Miwako Sato smiled and didn't speak.

Katsumi Uehara, who broke a petal of orange and sent it to his mouth, frowned: "Tsk, it's so sour." ”

"It's good if you eat some."

Scooping up her blazer from the chair and putting it on her body, Miwako Sato straightened out her collar and glanced at the man: "Still picky." ”

"Just leaving? Not much later? ”

"Wait? Forget it, if one of your ex-girlfriends comes to you at night, I'll stay here as a light bulb. ”

Katsumi Uehara broke another petal of orange and put it in his mouth, frowned and handed it to her: "Tsk, you taste it, it's really sour." ”

"Is there one?"

Miwako Zuoto glanced at it, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it without hesitation, raised her eyebrows as usual and said, "It's not sour at all, it's still very sweet." ”

"You're awesome."

Katsumi Uehara, who had nothing to say, gave her a thumbs up: "See you tomorrow." ”

"Good night."

Miwako Sato, who was speeding up, turned around and left the ward-

"Huh?! What kind of orange is this, why is it so sour?! ”

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Miwako Zuoto, whose face was suddenly colorful, hurriedly took out the paper from her pocket, spit out the orange, wrapped it together, and threw it into the trash can. The tongue stirred the mouth, so sour that the features were distorted.