It's abrupt.

Yosano was imprisoned.

I heard that it was because she had planted a lot of bombs on the mothership and tried to blow up the entire base. However, she was only an eleven-year-old child, and she was not skilled in setting up bombs, so she was discovered in time.

However, because her mental state was on the verge of collapse, she could no longer use her supernatural abilities, and she could no longer work for the army. Coupled with the bomb incident, her danger was even worse, so she was imprisoned by the relevant departments.

However, this matter is not without a trace, and Xie Ye has said that she wants to end all this. Now that I think about it, maybe that's her solution.

In short, without the [Undead Legion] with Xie Ye, it was simply dissolved. Without a powerful healing ability, ordinary people are just ordinary people. More than half of the team was wounded and raised a white flag to announce their surrender.

At this point, the battle of Chang Dark Island came to an embarrassing end.

This is perhaps a cause for rejoicing. It's just that [the Undead Legion] has less than a tenth of the people left. They looked sluggish, and even at the moment of surrender with the white flag, they did not feel the slightest joy at the end of their liberation.

Their □□ and even their souls have long been buried deep on this island and have become part of it.

Me too, I just felt tired.

Even though the war on Tokumi Island is over, the sound of artillery fire has not stopped. From time to time, we still hear the sound of bombs exploding, and we also hear the sound of intensive gunfire. When I hear these sounds, my body still trembles like a condition.

The government has also sent new soldiers to deal with the remaining survivors of the [Undead Legion]. The heroes who were comforted, placed, and called to defend the country, but in reality? It was just a group of ordinary people who were tortured by war to the point that life was worse than death.

If it weren't mandatory, probably no one would want to be this hero, and no one would be able to stick to it.

My soul was sealed into a □□ of extreme sleepiness, and I just moved like a walking dead every day. I watched indifferently as the soldiers spotted me and took me to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist gave me psychological counseling, but after a long time, he gave up.

My body doesn't react to his words, only to all explosions and shrill sounds. It was a soul-deep pain engraved between countless wanderings of life and death.

The soldiers commented on the existence of the [Undead Legion] as if they were tasting a commodity, and there was no empathy in their conversations, just the most superficial thoughts expressed from the third perspective.

"These people are really miserable, they have been pacified for so long, and their state has not improved at all."

"Tut-tut, I can't imagine how much damage I suffered on the battlefield. I heard that the proposer and main person in charge of this plan is a military doctor? ”

"I've been caught, and I really deserve it. However, at that time, when I was recruited, fortunately, I was not old enough to catch up. Otherwise, I'd be one of these soldiers. ”

"That kind of person, who doesn't take human life as human life, should be shot. After being shot, the corpse was thrown away, and everyone was trampled on it. ”

"Isn't there a child here, who is not old enough...... Kazama Hunting? Hey, how old are you? Can you still hear me? ”

“……”

I finally had a reaction because of those few words of the young soldier chatting. Dr. Sen, has he been arrested? And then they were going to say that after Dr. Sen should have been shot, should the body be humiliated?

They didn't understand Dr. Sen at all, and I didn't understand either. But Dr. Mori didn't need the understanding of the world, he was a martyr, powerful and lonely, just looking forward with his head down.

I was taken to the mothership and slept in a comfortable bed and a warm bedroom. There are no trenches that can collapse at any time, no snakes, insects, rats and ants, and no rotting and smelly corpses. In order to stimulate my reaction and give me psychotherapy, the soldiers even took me to see the scene of Dr. Sen's trial.

Dr. Sen's, the scene of the trial.

It's been a long time since I've seen him. I haven't seen him since the last unpleasant argument.

And then, as he said.

Sure enough, I saw him on TV.

And he sat in the dock of the military court.

At this time, he had been stripped of his straight military uniform and replaced with a loose and depressed prison uniform. His face looked poor and tired, and the stubble on his chin looked like he hadn't taken care of it for a long time. Scruffy and downcast, even more than the last time I saw him.

But only his hair was meticulously combed, which diluted this sense of despair. In addition to this, he wears a necklace around his neck like a rope. The rope pendant was hidden inside the prison uniform, and the shape was not clear.

I watched as he listened to the judge's incrimination with a calm face, and his tone was fierce. He was also seen as he accepted the trial of a military tribunal without objection - exiled to Yokohama.

Finally, I watched as he was escorted down by the military police.

The military police pushed and shoved him, pinning him down. At the moment when he was escorted down by the arm, a pendant fell out of the collar of the loose prison uniform in a rude manner.

It was a small, white, bony whistle.

That's, my phalanges.

It was not small and delicate, but it was the only decoration on his body, the only sense of ritual he had left after his extreme depression, and it was the last of his decency.

I have spent countless nights polishing this bone whistle in the dim light with the sound of artillery fire. It has also been close to my heart and accompanied me through death again and again. From the beginning of its birth to the finished product, it witnessed my mood every moment - calm, confused, excited, and expectant, until I delivered it to Dr. Mori's apprehension, low self-esteem, and sourness.

And now, it has become the decency of Dr. Sen.

After a long, long time, I got his response again, even if it was just wishful thinking, my humble self-righteousness.

I watched quietly as the trial was broadcast and burst into tears.

I felt as if a crack had opened in my closed body, and my soul was like fine sand that couldn't wait to leak out of the crack and cover my body again. My body and soul were reunited, and countless sharp pains came back to me in an instant.

I curled up in pain. Even with my teeth clenched, the broken whimper leaked out of my lips uncontrollably.

I don't know why, maybe it's the pain of the countless deaths, the pain that my soul has completely blocked out, and it has returned and multiplied on me.

But I was happy.

It's like resurrection, it's like a new birth.

"What are you crying about? Is it tears of joy? "I heard someone ask me, but I couldn't answer.

"Eh, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? The soldier looked at me curled up and rolled on the bed, and panicked, "Don't be afraid, boy, he has already been punished." But why isn't it a death penalty, it's just exile, it's so cheap for such a wicked person......"

He scrambled to comfort me.

But how did he know that I had re-experienced the feeling of being alive, and I felt as if I had returned to this world.

I am resurrected.

Just because of a whistle.

*

In a sense, all the soldiers of the [Undead Legion] are indeed heroes. So even if these people already have severe PTSD, they are still well cared for.

They were asked about their specific home addresses, as well as their past resumes. This was done so that they could be repatriated home after the post-war clean-up.

Of course, I've been through this process as well.

It's just that I can't answer anything. I'm just a kid born on the Isle of Constant Darkness with no memories. My initial connection to this world was by one name - Kazama Hunting.

I don't know where I came from or where my name comes from. All I know is that it was Dr. Mori who turned me into a human being, and he used extreme means to make me experience all the emotions of the world in a short period of time, forcing my almost non-existent personality into force.

Everything I have, everything I have built and connect to this world is gone. My friend died on the battlefield, he and Xie Ye were imprisoned, and Dr. Liansen was exiled.

When I landed on the Isle of Everdarkness, I was alone.

At the end of the Battle of Everdark Island, I was still alone.

I'm like a lonely ghost, wandering the scorched earth of the Isle of Everdark. Every inch of land here has been stained with my blood. But the world is big, the island is so big, but there is no corner that can accommodate a small me.

Without anyone noticing, I snuck out. I wanted to give my wandering heart a little support, so I snuck into Dr. Sen's dormitory.

There was no one in his dormitory anymore. Since his arrest, no one has been in here. The moment I walked in, all I felt was the musty smell of damp spoilage.

But other than that, everything is the same as usual. It's as if they are still quietly waiting for their owners to return.

There are all traces of life here.

On the desk was a medical book spread out, and even a fountain pen with an uncapped pen was tucked between the book. There was also a bloodstained white shirt hanging from the hanger next to it. In the aluminum tray of the medicine counter, there are still a few white tablets that have expired. As for the small single bed, the sheets were slightly wrinkled, crumpled into an inconspicuous human shape.

I can even imagine Dr. Sen lying on the bed.

I sat down on his single bed. I lay down again, my head buried in the neatly stacked quilt, a familiar and reassuring smell, as if soaked in alcohol and disinfectant. It was a very cool and thin smell, the same as Dr. Sen.

I curled up and fell asleep.

I'm so tired.

No one will notice my presence, just as everyone has forgotten about Dr. Sen. Some things, some memories, will only remain in the hearts of those who have actually experienced them. Only when you really experience it, can you experience it, and people from the third perspective will always only comment on it in words, and then forget it.

I locked myself in Dr. Sen's dormitory, walked through every corner of his room, and stroked every piece of equipment in the room. He and Alice used to live and work in this dormitory like this. Occasionally, I would add an outsider's me.

I sat at my desk and looked behind me. It doesn't take much effort, just tilt your head sideways, and you can clearly see the cold operating table inside through the crack in the door of the inner room. I used to lie on that operating table, but now I am from the perspective of Dr. Sen.

I brushed off the dust that had accumulated on the pages and flipped through the book again. I imagined how Dr. Mori had read the book. I read it page by page, and from time to time I still hold a pen and record the content and feelings on the paper.

So, I did the same.

Although the ink sac of the fountain pen has long since dried up, it is no longer possible to write a single line.

I held the pen awkwardly and held the tip diagonally to the page, swiping it lightly and heavily. I tried to feel the temperature of Dr. Sen's fingertips, trying to substitute for him, into every sleepless night he sat at his desk.

At that time, what was he thinking in his heart?

It's an amazing feeling.

I picked up the book. Then, a small notebook appeared under the medical book. The book is very thin, it doesn't look like there are a few pages, and even the cover is so fragile that the edges are hairy.

I held my breath. The whole person's heartbeat slowly accelerated. Like a thief, I carefully opened the cover of the book. On the title page of the book, I saw my own name.

It was a diary, densely packed with records of what I had experienced on the Isle of Constant Darkness. It is a record of my short and awkward life since I have my memory.

A small line of text is written in the lower right corner of the title page of the journal.

Recorder: Mori Ouwai.

*

Because the air inside the ship's cabin was so humid that the paper of the diary became so soft that it was barely audible when it was soaked.

I took a deep breath, sat back in my chair, and carefully flipped through the first page of my journal. The blue handwriting written on it with a pen had long since faded and turned a pale yellow, barely legible.

[Name: Kazama Kazama.]

Age: Unknown, 13 years old

Identity: Unknown Alien Ability

Ability: Unlimited (?) Resurrect, repair and regenerate

It's a magical ability, it can be regenerated, and it can even repair a broken body by the way. It's more amazing than the world's greatest medical skills. Although the ability was a bit weak due to the long time of regeneration and repair, I brought him back anyway.

It was a risky decision. 】

I kept flipping back.

[The fourth squadron sent to the B theater is fine, just abandon the army. Even if it's a spy, it won't cause much damage. On the contrary, if he can prove his ability on the battlefield......]

【……】

[Number of deaths: 2.]

Mental state: Good

I took the risk of bringing him back. If all soldiers can survive on the battlefield like him, as long as they can overcome the slow repair and regeneration speed...... Maybe I can state the theory first. 】

【……】

[There really is an instantaneous repair of the supernatural person, and it is a super cute young girl, a little cuter than Alice.] It seems that the plan of the [Immortal Legion] can begin to be implemented. 】

Seeing Dr. Mori mention Yosano in his diary, his originally calm and neat words flew up. I seem to be able to understand his surprise at the time, and even his love for Xie Ye.

It was the first time in the entire diary that his emotions were so visibly exposed.

[Number of deaths: 15.]

Single-day high: 3

It seems that he has a high mental threshold and can withstand the number of deaths of greater intensity. Supplemented by [Please Don't Die], it should be possible to achieve a more perfect effect on the battlefield. 】

【……】

[A whistle? And it's a bone whistle. 】

【……】

[Number of deaths: 134.]

Single-day high: 16

It was I who overestimated the pain of death that ordinary soldiers could bear, and [the undead legion] had already begun to commit suicide. …… Although four shots were fired, it was repaired with a strange ability. 】

【……】

[Number of deaths:——

Single-day high:——

It doesn't seem to be useful to record this, it seems that the mental state of ordinary soldiers is already on the verge of limit. He and Xie Ye can still use their abilities, and maybe they can hold on for a while. 】

【……】

[He's starting to feel like a man.] Perhaps, it's time to lift the suspicion of him. 】

【……】

[Surrendered, it's all over.] 】

The more the diary is flipped to the back, the more clear the handwriting color becomes. Until the last page, it is different from the scribbled handwriting in the later period. Dr. Sen wrote this sentence neatly and drew a complete end at the end of the sentence.

In what mood did he write this sentence? I do not know.

It took me a long time to read Dr. Sen's diary word by word. I tried to peek into his heart from these long but short texts. Just like I used to look greedily at his back through the crack in the door.

This is a diary written entirely for me, documenting all my experiences on Togaku Island. Dr. Sen's strokes were cold, so cold that he barely showed any emotion in his diary.

In what mood did he record my death again and again? I think I already have the answer.

Maybe I'm such a being in his heart. He doesn't need to put any affection on me, and I don't have anything to like about him. It's like an object stacked in a corner, I'm just an object. When I have value to use, he will take it out and use it.

But now? After the collapse of the [Undead Legion], am I no longer of any use to him?

I broke out in a cold sweat at this sudden thought. My abilities are indeed ...... It's just that the chicken ribs can no longer be regenerated and repaired, unlike Xie Ye, which can act on other people's bodies. Even after the Battle of Everdark Island, the regeneration rate did not increase much.

Without war, without [the Immortal Legion], how much of a role can I play for him? I'm just an ordinary person.

Dr. Sen has said that he only cares about how much I can benefit him. But if I can't bring benefits to him, does that mean ...... I'm going to be thrown away.

This realization scares me. The sudden fear was like a big invisible hand that gripped my heart. I felt my heart stop beating for a moment, and my breathing stopped for a moment.

I don't want to be thrown away by him.

Even if he is now exiled.

Even if he is now spurned by everyone.

I don't know how long it took, until the flickering lamp couldn't handle the overloaded work, the filament went out on its own, and the whole dormitory was plunged into darkness, that I woke up from my state of panic and contemplation.

A thought that was almost like a weed, planted a seed in my heart and quickly took root and grew wildly.

Dr. Sen's place of exile is...... Yokohama.

I think...... I thought, go to him.

Even if I'm just an ordinary person, even if my abilities don't help him much, as long as I go to him—as long as I go to him, stand by his side, it means that I still have a slim chance.

But if I keep wandering around the Isle of Constants, then I won't have a chance at all.

I figured it out, I'm going to that place called Yokohama.

I went again to the soldier who was in charge of recording the information. In his puzzled eyes, I solemnly filled in my destination - Yokohama - on the information form.

I'm looking forward to leaving this terrifying island with the eternal night aurora, and looking forward to the day when I can reunite with Dr. Mori. I will use all the knowledge of human society that Tachihara told me to find my own value.

I look forward to a bright future for Dr. Arimori.

When I left Tokukujima, the weather was clear. Without hesitation, I boarded a warship bound for Japan, along with a group of soldiers who had been mentally numbed by the war. I was alone, with only a military uniform on my body. But my mood was cheerful and excited.

I was thirteen years old when I was born on Tokoku Island.

I was fourteen years old when I left the island.