"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I know what happened."
Hoshiharu waved his hand and smiled, "So far, I've only used this technique twice. Besides today, I only tried it once when I first created this technique."
Until last year, he had only begun training his Noble Arts and learning swordsmanship from his Master, God of War Nangou Torajirou.
In other words, it took him about a year to reach his current strength, with most of his time spent on physical rehabilitation and training.
He only tried the Lightning Flint on his Master once, and he nearly died on the spot, but his Master put him in the iPS Capsule just in time and saved his life.
Since then, he knew how illegal this action was, so he took the initiative to seal it away. It was only today, fighting Shinguji Kurono, that Hoshiharu reluctantly used it again.
"You know what you're saying, but I'm really not sure if I can trust it..."
Touka held her head and showed doubt on her face.
If Hoshiharu knew better, he wouldn't have used the technique on the new director during the day.
Although she rarely met Hoshiharu, she also knew what kind of person he was.
In other words, she hadn't met Junior Brother for the past year. She didn't know he had developed such an extraordinary technique; if she did, she would have strongly forbidden him from using it.
"In short, since you enrolled at Hagun Academy, it's like living under my nose. I won't let you do whatever you want regardless of your body!"
Touka stood up and made a strong statement.
"You can sleep in the hospital tonight, I'll pick you up tomorrow. I've left your suitcase here, and I also have a student handbook. I've already submitted it for you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the student handbook to contact me..."
She took out a palm-sized LCD device from her school uniform pocket and placed it on the bedside table.
The school's gold emblem was engraved on the LCD device, and when opened, it looked exactly like a smartphone inside.
It was the Hagun Academy student handbook.
"Finished eating?"
After handing over everything like an old woman, Touka finally saw the tray in Hoshiharu's hand.
"Finished."
After Hoshiharu gobbled it down, the entire tray was empty.
"Are you full?"
"Eighty percent."
"Okay, no need to be too full for dinner."
She reached out and took the tray from Hoshiharu, intending to turn and leave, but her eyes suddenly stopped at his lips.
She frowned slightly and pulled a handkerchief from pocket with a serious expression. She leaned over and approached Hoshiharu, wiping the oil stains from the corner of his mouth bit by bit.
"I can do this small thing myself."
Hoshiharu had intended to say this, but he was immediately stopped by the other party's gaze.
Night gradually fell, and the last sunset disappeared from the sky. The dark night replaced the blue sky, and the stars hung in the sky, twinkling slightly, not disturbing anyone.
Under the moonlight, the distance between them was so close that they could hear each other's breaths.
Although she always wore glasses, Touka's facial features were indeed one of the best among millions, with very soft facial lines. She was like a neighbor's older sister, very gentle and kind.
Hoshiharu bowed his head slightly and didn't look into her eyes.
"Alright, it's clean now. You can rest enough. I'll go first. Don't mess around."
Touka straightened up and looked at Hoshiharu's profile under the moonlight with satisfaction, like a divine artwork. Before leaving with the tray, she couldn't help but give him some instructions.
After Touka left, only Hoshiharu remained in the hospital.
"This girl of the same age is really amazing, they grow up so fast!"
At that moment, Hoshiharu sighed complicatedly and lay back against the wall next to the bed.
"I can't even hold it with one hand."
He measured it himself last year, and nothing was wrong.
Lying beside the bed, Hoshiharu stared at the stars outside the window, his mind drifting unconsciously.
Touka had always been like that.
Since they first met, she enjoyed taking care of him.
At that time, Hoshiharu couldn't get out of bed. Whether he was eating, drinking, or relieving himself, Touka would care for him day and night, without any complaints.
Even though they only met about a month every year, Touka was like a mother and elder sister to Hoshiharu.
For the first time in his two lives, he felt warmth like a mother from someone else.
After recalling memories of the past, the most important person to him, aside from the Master who picked him up from the thick snow, Touka was the only Senior Sister who cared for him gently like a mother.
Time travel.
Even thinking about it now, Hoshiharu still felt very heavy.
The perpetrator who allowed him to travel through time was undoubtedly a simple web game that suddenly appeared on the computer, because after his rebirth, he had the template character he created in his previous life.
No, not having, but entering that template.
One's basic abilities had to be balanced. Even if skewed, it would never be extreme.
—Because if it were extreme, it would mean death.
Physical, Spirit, Magic, Charm, Luck.
Among them, especially Physical and Spirit, if there were no attribute points allocated, it meant that person was dead.
The template character also seemed to follow this principle, allowing him to give one attribute point to each of the five options, and then let him freely allocate the remaining 45 points.
Therefore, Hoshiharu focused the remaining 45 points on Charm.
It was just a game, and he didn't mean to take it seriously, of course, just for fun.
Because of his foolish behavior, he paid dearly.
After being reborn into this world, he was forced to take the template character he created and live with only 1 point in Physical, Spirit, Magic, and Luck, but 46 points in Charm.
The result was clear.
After being reborn as a baby, he became very weak, with only 1 point in physical condition, ten times weaker than an ordinary baby. His muscles had no vitality, his bones were so brittle they could shatter with a little force, and his cardiopulmonary function was very weak. Not to mention speaking, even just taking a breath would cause severe pain in his lungs like being pierced by countless needles. It was not surprising at all to die young anytime.
According to his Master, at that time he would be in danger dozens of times almost every day. Every time the doctor assessed he wouldn't last ten minutes, but miraculously, he survived every time.
Thinking about it now, if he could survive in that condition, he might have spent all the luck he accumulated in two lives.
Or maybe he still had the shadow of time travel in his body, making it difficult for him to get through that childhood?