I think Dr. Sen may have put some trust in me.

Although he brought me to his dorm room again and still put me on the operating table in the inner room, this time he didn't tie me up again.

Lying on the operating table waiting for my body to repair itself, I was able to stretch my limbs very freely, although that movement did not help my body to repair.

But I still shake my legs from time to time, and use that meaningless movement to show the progress of my status in Dr. Sen's heart.

But other than that, Dr. Sen is still busy.

Even Alice is often nowhere to be seen.

I know why. Because there were so many war casualties, Dr. Sen would be busy. He was going to perform some major surgeries on the soldiers, such as amputations. In addition, he should also be wary of the serious lack of medical and health conditions, and there is a high probability that bacterial infection will accompany the amputation of the wound, which will lead to the deterioration of the wound.

Even when I go back to the dormitory to rest occasionally, I look very tired. He didn't have the energy to pay attention to my situation anymore, and my body wouldn't allow me to get out of bed and move around. Although we are in the same space, Dr. Mori and I have reached a strange balance of not interfering with each other.

He's probably a very disciplined person. Even if there is obvious sadness and exhaustion on his face, he will still squeeze out the energy to write. Under the lamp, which glowed with a warm white light, something was written.

He wouldn't let me go out of the inner chamber and locked the door to the inner chamber. But I could still see some of the images of the outer room through the crack in the door, and I could hear the rustle of the tip of the pen falling on the paper.

He was busy writing some words.

I watched through the crack in the door at his desk as he wrote, and then watched the thin piece of letter next to the desk increasing in thickness little by little, and then becoming a thick stack again.

As I watched him pacing around the room, his expression changed from solemn to delighted and excited. He relaxed and didn't tie his hair up, and the shredded hair floated down his cheeks.

A well-mannered doctor, but he shows a strong ambition to break through the cloak of elegance. Two completely different temperaments are displayed in him, contradictory but passionately integrated.

I was like a vile voyeur, looking greedily and secretly at Dr. Mori through the narrow crack in the door. I'm curious about everything about him, whether it's Dr. Mori who writes, or Dr. Mori who dispenses medicine, or Dr. Mori who talks to Alice.

I knew he had felt my gaze.

But he didn't stop me, but lived calmly under my gaze. His connivance inevitably gave me great courage.

When I was in the best shape again, I was released from the inner room by Dr. Sen. At the same time, he also brought me a piece of news that I don't know if it was unfortunate or not.

"I'm sorry, Kazama-kun. Your unit was almost completely wiped out in the battle three days ago. The number of survivors, only two remains. ”

I was stunned.

Of the fifty-six people, only two survived.

I was stunned for a moment, and asked in a voice that I could barely hear, "Me, is it one of them?" ”

Dr. Mori bowed his head and told me the information of another survivor: "Ueno Muramasa has multiple gunshot wounds to his shoulder and leg, but they are not life-threatening. It should now be being treated in the medical room. According to his own wishes, he will return to the front line after recovering from his injuries. ”

Uenomura Masa ...... Is it Ueno? Did he survive? This is probably the most comforting news of all misfortunes.

He continued: "But Kazama-kun, you also have to report to the new unit next and return to the front line. ”

"In other words, I can meet Ueno there, right?" This is barely the second piece of good news I've ever received.

If returning to the front line is a request from Dr. Mori, who I must obey, then [meeting Ueno] is a little comfort that can barely be counted as a bad thing. I'm not used to building relationships from scratch with strangers, but Ueno is someone I'm familiar with.

Dr. Mori showed interest and doubt at the right time: "Is Kazama-kun and this Ueno-kun on good terms?" ”

I nodded: "Well, he's a good guy." ”

This time, Dr. Sen did not personally send me to the army. To be honest, I was a little reluctant because once I joined the army, it meant that I would not be able to see him again for a long time. Unless there were large-scale casualties after the start of the war, Dr. Mori would appear in the infirmary as a military doctor.

Wearing the uniform that Dr. Mori had re-prepared for me, holding the relevant certificates. As I was about to leave Dr. Sen's dormitory, I hesitated. Dr. Mori was at his desk to continue his writing work, and when he noticed my hesitation, he put down his pen.

"What's wrong, Kazama-kun?" He looked up at me, his warm, magnetic voice in a standard questioning tone, "Do you have any questions?" ”

"I—I'm not trained, I don't know why I'm fighting, I don't know how to point a gun at a stranger." I pursed my lips and continued, "I'm not going to play anything on the battlefield. I'm just, not going to die. ”

So what does such a me deserve to be saved twice? Gave me a reasonable identity and gave me a life. He said he only cared about the value I created for him, but I just wouldn't die. Other than that, I can't create any value for him.

But Dr. Sen didn't admit that I was worthless, as I had imagined, and he told me seriously, "It doesn't matter. Kazama-kun, your ability is your greatest value. Sometimes, the very existence of an ability is already a manifestation of value. ”

"Is that so?"

Dr. Sen got up and patted me on the shoulder. He bent down slightly and looked me straight in the eye. His tone was serious, with a certain pent-up anticipation.

He said, "Kazama-kun, you will be the turning point in the Battle of Tokomi Island. ”

*

Because of the tense situation of the fighting, it was not uncommon for some individual personnel to move between troops – no one questioned my report in any way. It's as if I'm already a soldier who has gone through the formal recruitment process.

My resume is heavy and true.

It's as if all the blank spaces in my life from birth to the present have been filled in together, and I have truly become a member of this human society.

It's a novel but fulfilling experience.

When I arrived at the new dormitory, there was only one person in the dormitory. He was leaning against the corner, flipping through a book in his hand. With the rustle of the pages of paper, he took the opportunity to look up at me.

The slightly delicate appearance looks very soft, at least my first thought after seeing this face is - ordinary, no special memory points. Other than that, his temperament is so soft that it seems that he has not been baptized by war.

"New here, huh?"

"Yes, the new kid."

The new dormitories looked a little cramped and cramped. In addition to a small open space in the center of the dormitory, there are three tiers of beds on either side of the wall. The bunk beds are in close proximity to each other, and there is very little area for movement. Speaking of dormitories, this is more like a rest room with a medical function.

I found a random open space and sat down like him.

The light burst out of the book he had spread out, and his face was unnaturally white. After the glaring dizziness disappeared for a short time, he had a small metal sheet in his hand. He carefully clipped the sheet of metal into the book before closing it.

That one...... It's also an anomaly, right?

In the two days since I was recuperating from my injuries, I already knew that Dr. Sen also had special abilities. Alice, who looks sweet and acts perfectly, is his externalized humanoid ability.

"They're all going to train."

I know that. Due to the electromagnetic waves generated by the aurora, technological products such as electronic devices cannot be used on the island. In addition, the front line dragged on too long, and the supply of □□ and materials also showed a decline. Therefore, based on this large war environment, the trend of white-knuckle warfare has overwhelmed □□.

"Why didn't you go to training?" I didn't have anything to say to ask him.

He smiled helplessly and stretched out his other leg in my blind spot, which was covered with a thick bandage splint.

He knocked on the metal splint on his leg: "It's broken, there's no way." ”

He placed the book on the floor at hand, trying to get up. However, since the splinted leg cannot bend, the action of getting up has no practical effect other than making his movements look a little funny.

"I'm sorry." He looked at me a little embarrassed, "Excuse me......"

"Kazama, my name is Kazama Kazama." After this time of immersion and spending time with strangers, I've become accustomed to saying my name the first time we meet.

"Kazama-kun, I'm sorry. Can you give me a hand? ”

"Of course." I nodded and agreed.

I walked over and lifted him up from the ground and onto the bed. By the way, he picked up the book from the ground and put it in his hand.

"Thank you." He dusted off the light ash rubbed on the book, "I'm Tatehara Shoaki, you just call me Tatehara." ”

Maybe there was a person in the dormitory who could talk, and he talked a lot, rambling around on some topics.

"You're transferred from another team, right? It looks like it's still very small. He gestured with his hand to my height, "I have a younger brother at home, maybe about your age, or a little younger." It's been so long since I've been home, I don't remember much anymore. ”

His tone softened at the mention of his brother and parents. The smile from the bottom of my heart made me understand that he showed me the closeness and kindness of a stranger, perhaps I reminded him of his loved ones.

"I miss your brother." I'm sure.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he was stunned: "It's so obvious." After joining the army for many years, who can miss home, who can not miss their relatives at home? ”

I don't want to, because I don't have a home.

As for the important people, if Dr. Sen counts.

Tachihara stretched out his hand to snort on my head, but before the hand reached my head, he turned it stiffly and patted me on the shoulder instead.

Kazama...... Kami-kun, can I call you that? “

I can understand him, he misses his brother.

I nodded: "Feel free to do so." ”

But I thought to myself, if only Dr. Sen called me that. His gentle voice and unhurried tone of voice called me "Ka-kun", which should sound good.

But from [Kazama-kun] to [Kami-kun], maybe I should do something in the army so that I can go to Dr. Mori to redeem the title reward. Even if I asked him directly, he would probably agree to me. But in this case, it feels like I'm being willful. I don't want to be willful in front of Dr. Sen.

No, it can't be like this anymore.

I shook my head, trying to get Dr. Mori out of my head.

"Is Ka-kun transferred from the logistics department? It looks like you're too young to handle the frontline fighting. Liyuan's tone was worried, "Now that the front-line war is tight, and the supply of people is insufficient, we have to transfer people from the logistics department." ”

"I just came down from the front." I unceremoniously interrupted his erroneous train of thought, "I went through the battle of the other day. ”

He was slightly startled, and even his pale golden eyes widened.

"I remember that team was wiped out, but you- you didn't show any signs of injury." He looked at me carefully again, and then said uncertainly, "...... It's an anomaly, right? ”

"Yes, it's an alien ability." I confessed that I did have supernatural powers, "My body can repair itself. ”