Amamiya Rin's hospital ward was a standard single room, sparsely furnished, with the faint scent of disinfectant permeating the air.
Having changed into a new patient gown, Amamiya Rin lay on the hospital bed with practiced ease. His back sank slightly into the sheets, and his head rested on the soft pillow. The familiar tactile sensations and smells made him feel inexplicably sorrowful.
What kind of transmigrator was like him? Before he could even begin to display his grand ambitions, his body had already grown accustomed to hospital disinfectant and sickbeds.
"Sigh!"
Amamiya Rin exhaled a breath. The wound on his shoulder still throbbed with dull pain beneath the bandages, but even stronger was the sense of collapse following an overdraft of energy.
He closed his eyes but did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he naturally adjusted his breathing, entering a state of deep personal Dhyana. Using his will to carefully examine his body's condition, he activated the corresponding neural circuits.
Time passed in silence. At around eight o'clock, a gentle knock suddenly sounded on the ward door.
"Please come in."
Amamiya Rin opened his eyes and responded.
The door was pushed open, and Fujino Terumi's beautiful, elegant face peered in.
She had evidently tidied herself up; her face was freshly touched up with light makeup, and she had changed into a clean set of casual clothes. Her long hair had been recombed, appearing fresh and beautiful, sweeping away her previous panicked and wretched state.
"I hope I didn't disturb your rest. I went out of my way to buy some get-well gifts just now."
Fujino Terumi wore a gentle, shallow smile. In her right hand, she carried a rather exquisite fruit basket containing strawberries, blueberries, and loquats, while her left hand held two bulging paper bags.
"You are too polite, Miss Fujino."
Amamiya Rin sat up straight, propping a pillow behind him to lean on.
"It's what I should do. This is red bean soup from a very famous nearby shop, along with some yokan. I didn't know what you liked, so I chose these which are easier to swallow. There are also two manga magazines to relieve boredom when you have nothing to do."
Fujino Terumi placed the fruit basket and paper bags on the bedside cabinet. From one paper bag, she took out a thermos flask and a box of snacks, and from the other, she retrieved a copy of Weekly Shonen Jump and a copy of Weekly Big Comic Spirits.
"Thank you, I like them very much."
Amamiya Rin spoke sincerely. This Miss Fujino had truly put thought into it—covering fruits, snacks, drinks, and even magazines for entertainment; she had considered every aspect.
"It's great that you like them. By the way, please just call me Terumi. Always calling me Miss Fujino feels too distant. You are my savior, so we can be a bit closer."
Seeing Amamiya Rin was satisfied, Fujino Terumi's smile became even more radiant.
"Alright, Terumi. You should address me by my name as well. No need for such formalities."
Amamiya Rin accepted the suggestion readily. He pointed to the chair beside the bed.
"Please sit down, don't keep standing."
"Mhm."
Fujino Terumi did not sit down immediately. Instead, she first unscrewed the lid of the thermos, letting a stream of sweet, hot steam drift out.
"Shall I cool a bowl for you first? This shop's red bean soup is boiled to a very dense consistency; it's not too sweet and is very nutritious."
Amamiya Rin nodded. Fujino Terumi deftly poured out a steaming bowl of red bean soup and placed it on the bedside cabinet.
Only then did she sit on the chair beside the bed, her hands folded on her lap in a posture that was both elegant and natural.
After Fujino Terumi sat down, Amamiya Rin could see her appearance more clearly under the illumination of the lights.
Her long brown hair was soft and lustrous, her skin fair, and her features exquisite. She indeed had the look of a star. Not only that, but she also gave Amamiya Rin a feeling of déjà vu.
I probably saw her on a poster or on TV before, right?
"Does Rin-kun's wound still hurt?"
Fujino Terumi looked at the gauze on Amamiya Rin's left shoulder and asked with concern.
"It's fine. I've endured more painful injuries; this counts as nothing."
Amamiya Rin lightly moved his left shoulder, indicating he was fine.
"What about you? You didn't encounter any more trouble, did you?"
"No, I took the main road. However, the security guards searched the woods for a while but found no trace, only my torn handbag and broken high heels."
Fujino Terumi shook her head, her expression turning somewhat fearful and confused as she asked Amamiya Rin,
"Speaking of which, Rin-kun, that person who attacked me... do you think she was really a junkie on drugs, or a paranoid stalker? I feel... she was more like a Vampire."
Amamiya Rin spoke frankly, "I'm not sure. But I can say for certain that she was absolutely not a normal human. Her strength, speed, and that appearance all exceeded common logic. If the security guards hadn't arrived in time, dragging it out to the end might not necessarily have resulted in my victory."
"That's because Rin-kun's movement is inconvenient, and you didn't have a weapon! If your mobility were recovered and you had a sharp katana, that Vampire would definitely not be Rin-kun's opponent."
Fujino Terumi shook her head immediately. Her tone was firm, and her eyes shone with unreserved trust and admiration for Amamiya Rin.
"Combat doesn't have so many preconditions. Just like the battle between Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro—making the opponent unable to fight in their peak state is the key to a life-and-death struggle."
Amamiya Rin strongly agreed with Miyamoto Musashi's definition of Kendo: swordsmanship is the art of war, and sword techniques are killing techniques; there is no need for so much philosophy.
"On the contrary, why did you come to the hospital so late? The location of Toto General Hospital is quite remote, and you walked along such a dark path. Even if you didn't meet a Vampire, it would be very easy to encounter criminals seeking money or life."
Faced with Amamiya Rin's question, Fujino Terumi revealed an embarrassed expression.
"I originally came to visit a senior in the entertainment industry, Miss Harase, who is hospitalized here due to a car accident. I finished work relatively early today, so I thought I'd drop by to see her on the way. When I walked over from the bus stop, I saw lights on the path in that patch of woods. For a moment, I thought it was romantic, so..."
Speaking to this point, Fujino Terumi lowered her head in shame. "Thinking about it now, I was truly too careless."
"Indeed, too careless. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. No matter how prosperous this city looks on the surface, there is just as much danger in the dark. Walking into dark places at night is absolutely not the practice of a smart person."
Amamiya Rin's words were very blunt. He didn't beat around the bush; it could be counted as lecturing Fujino Terumi.
As someone she had only known for a short time, Amamiya Rin's tone was perhaps a bit impolite.
However, as the person who had been saved, Fujino Terumi could feel the concern in Amamiya Rin's words. Although her cheeks flushed with shame, she did not feel embarrassed; instead, she felt joy due to Amamiya Rin's attitude.
Fujino Terumi's cheeks turned slightly red, and she pressed her hands together in a gesture of pleading for mercy.
"Rin-kun is right. I will definitely pay attention in the future."
After saying that, as if to cover up her awkwardness, Fujino Terumi picked up the red bean soup cooling on the bedside cabinet.
"The temperature is just right. Rin-kun must be thirsty too, right? Drink some red bean soup before we chat more; it's good for physical recovery."
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