Am I super-powerful?

I don't know.

But after all, because of my ability to resurrect, I was labeled as a [stranger] by these soldiers. They forcibly kicked me out of the realm of ordinary people with envious and curious eyes, and did not allow me to utter a word of rebuttal.

They are ordinary people who can be injured and die, flesh and blood, and I don't fit in with them.

But at the same time, they quietly changed their attitude towards me because of my ability. My most intuitive feeling is that they seem to be a little closer to me.

Although I don't know if they are simply envious that I will not die, or if they contain the innate desire of human beings for things beyond their own level or cognition, or the psychology of wanting to study and explore because of pure curiosity.

All in all, they were all a lot friendlier to me. Chat with me from time to time, and even make a few small jokes.

I can even get acquainted with some of the soldiers I never get along, and I can even call them by name.

At night—

That's not true, there is no night on the Isle of Constant Darkness. Or, in other words, there is only night on the island of Changyan, only the aurora that never dies.

Therefore, when the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall of the dilapidated house point to the designated position, the soldiers will still follow the regular schedule, curl up together in twos and threes, and sleep a nap that is not very comfortable and peaceful. The short time before bed is the time to pass the time for boring chatting.

They are restless, so they choose to talk about joyful topics in an attempt to dispel a dark cloud called "despair" that hovers over them.

At first, their topics revolved around me, ranging from curiosity about my mentality to the conditions under which my abilities could be activated. But after getting an answer that I didn't know anything about, they were a little distracted.

But then they had a new topic.

At this time, I leaned against Ueno's side and drew not much warmth from him. Ueno was also willing to let me lean against him, use my body to shield me from the cold wind, and give me meager shelter.

He said he had done something wrong because he had left me on the front lines. Even though I didn't blame him, he could still imagine me waking up and finding myself helpless. He said that even if I had extraordinary abilities, I was still only a thirteen-year-old child.

Well...... He's a nice guy, I thought.

They spoke of the world beyond the island of Togoku. It was a world where there were no wars and no deaths, at least in their perceptions and memories, a world full of good things.

"Kazama, how long has it been since you've seen the sun?" Someone asked me this.

From the moment you step into the battlefield of Everdark Island, it means that you have entered the world of eternal night, which means that you will never see the light again, and it means that you are completely cut off from the outside world. They were asking me when I was going to participate in the Battle of Tokokujima.

Actually, I've never seen sunlight, the kind of thing that is warm and bright in their descriptions. For as long as I have the memory, all I know is the night on the Isle of Constant Darkness.

I remembered what Dr. Mori had said when he sent me to this team, and he had given me the identity of [a junior of his college classmates]. I can't tell these soldiers that I've never seen the sun, and I'm willing to live as I really do with the identity that Dr. Sen has fabricated for me.

So I told them, "Five days." ”

"Tsk-what are you kidding, Kazama, you're not used to life on the front line, so you remember the wrong time, right? Children are children.,It seems that even if you have special abilities, you're just an ordinary ghost.。 "They finally found a resemblance to me and joked about it.

I have my eyelids.

They don't know at all.

I'm not kidding.

I haven't seen Dr. Sen for five days.

In this night talk, Okura was the most excited. Because compared to the barren and boring life experiences of others, he obviously has more exciting and worthy of showing off.

He talked about Yoshiko, who was far away from home. He said it was a very beautiful girl with a lovely round face. When he was working in the fields under the sun, Yoshiko would sit under a thick canopy not far away, waiting to bring him a pot of water from the Ganwei spring to quench his thirst.

He said Yoshiko would accompany him to work in the fields all day. When the sun sets, they walk home together.

Okura clenched his fist, and the strong muscles in his arm exploded. He said that he could pick up the petite and lovely girl with one hand, drag the hoe with one hand, hold the girl with the other, and then go home with the fiery sunset. Listening to his description, it was probably a very plain and warm happiness.

The instinct that people can't escape is probably gossip. And in this cold and cold night, on this haze-shrouded battlefield, among the few dozen men left, the relationship between men and women has unsurprisingly become a new hot topic. Starting with Yoshiko Okura, they began to talk about their first love, childhood sweethearts, and their ideal objects.

Eventually, the conversation came back to me.

"Kazama, you kid." Okura asked me with a smile. Under the light of the dim butter lamp, the hideous scars on his face softened a little. "What kind of girl do you want to marry in the future? Big brother has said so much, you should have an idea in your heart, right? ”

"Girl? I'm not interested. I never thought about these things. "Very unfamiliar topic. I just listened to them as if they were stories, and I never thought to apply these complicated emotional stories to myself.

Besides, the only girl I know is Alice.

She doesn't look like a normal person yet.

"Your kid is still too young to understand the good of a daughter-in-law." Okura continued, "You have a wife with you and helps you with your household chores. As soon as you get home, you can eat a fragrant meal and sleep in a soft and clean bed. There will also be cute sons or daughters who will call you Daddy. It's a very happy thing to think about! ”

"Okura, that's what you think." Ueno picked up a dry wooden stick on the ground and threw it at Okura's feet without hesitation, "Kazama is only thirteen years old, he knows something." ”

Okura was not embarrassed when he was poked by Ueno, but laughed hehe.

I silently accepted their ridicule and ridicule, but I thought to myself, if the so-called [wife] could always be with me, as Okura said, as Okura said, as long as I was happy with him...... I revisited my brief life experience like a marquee, and countless figures flashed by and finally froze on one face.

That man...... Why can't it be Dr. Sen?

I was taken aback by my whimsical thoughts, but I didn't stop imagining. If Dr. Mori could always be by my side, I would be happy to see his beautiful face, right?

Okay, I'm all over Dr. Mori right now.

Okura was not satisfied with the topic of death, and he asked me again, "What is your ideal wife?" He gestured in his hand, "Pretty?" ”

"Hmm." I nodded.

His smile began to turn ill-intentioned: "Clever? ”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

I don't know if Dr. Mori is smart or not, but in my heart he can't be smart.

"What about the hair? The kind of long-haired Yamato Nadeshiko is gentle and virtuous. If you marry this kind of girl home, you will be in a good mood no matter how you think about it. Okura's tone was full of coaxing, and the person next to him didn't interrupt him, but half-jokingly coaxed.

"Black hair really, but a little shorter." I thought about the little tugs that Dr. Mori had combed up, "Just the length that can be tied up is just right." ”

Listening to my request, Okura was stunned. He looked at the other people for a moment, and this time there was a little more expectation and temptation in the tone of the question: "What about the figure?" Do you want to be in shape, too? Lordosis and posterior warp? ”

"Okay." I nodded in agreement with his words, and in my mind, I thought back to Dr. Sen's appearance and added, "It's a little taller than you, and your waist is very thin." ”

I remembered that when Dr. Mori wore his uniform, the belt always tightened his waist.

When Okura heard my words, he became even more excited: "Why are you not interested in girls?" You obviously have a candidate in mind, right? Even the requirements for the ideal object are so detailed. ”

"So...... Hey. He approached me with bad intentions, "There must be something good about your kid, isn't it a little sister who used to get along with in his hometown?" ”

This time, even Ueno didn't stop Okura's questioning. He laughed and added a handful of dry twigs to the burning fire. The branches crackled and burned, and the fire lit up a little again.

I shook my head, stopped the useless speculation of Okura and the others, and replied calmly, "No, it's Dr. Mori." ”

The men froze suddenly, and then their eyes turned incredulous. When they reacted, they fried the pan. Especially Okura, he plucked his ears roughly: "Kazama, you...... Say whom? ”

"Dr. Sen." I'm sure I said the name in a straight voice, "Sen, Ouwai." "This is the first time I've pronounced Dr. Sen's full name, and it's a somewhat unfamiliar pronunciation, but I'm sure I've spoken it clearly enough.

"Anyway, Dr. Mori is a man, right?"

"Man...... Can't you? I was stunned, "Isn't it someone who feels happy and happy when we are together?" ”

I looked at Okura with a shocked expression in confusion, and I didn't understand why he reacted so much. Or did I misunderstand what Okura meant by [wife]?

"We're talking about girls! Girl-mother-petite and lovely girl like Yoshiko-" Okura shouted and stopped, "Forget it, you're still a little ghost, you don't even understand the most basic definition of a wife." How can a man be a wife, or a powerful man like Dr. Sen. ”

As he said this, he seemed to think of the terrible appearance of Dr. Mori becoming [his wife], and he couldn't help but shudder. But then the expression changed to a word with disgust.

He seems to have died down unilaterally.

Although the whole process is just his one-man show.

"Okay. But—" Okura didn't stop for long, he seemed to have momentum again.

He pulled out a crumpled oil-paper bag from his pocket, opened it, and threw two small pieces onto me. I hurriedly took the two small pieces and put them in my hands, only to find that they were two rectangular pieces of sugar wrapped in the same oiled paper.

I looked at Okura for some reason, wondering why he suddenly threw me two pieces of candy. Everyone's meal routine is fixed, and I, as someone who has been stuffed in private, naturally don't have these things. And seeing Okura wrapping sugar cubes in oiled paper, this is probably something that he cherishes. But he extravagantly threw the candy to me, why?

"It's just my preparation for marrying Yoshiko in advance." Okura urged me, "In my hometown, there is a custom of letting children bless when they get married. So Kazama - you have to eat sugar. ”

"Okay, then bless you." I said obediently.

"Hey, hey." Okura smiled with satisfaction, "That Yoshiko blesses me to retire after this battle and go back to my hometown to get married." ”

I put one of the candies in my pocket, carefully peeled off the candy wrapper on the outside of the other candy, put the candy cube in my mouth with Okura's expectant eyes, and gently sipped it.

The lump of sugar melted with the saliva and exploded into a sweet taste that exploded in my mouth.

The sugar is really sweet.