Talent Reborn
Episode 47: The Surgery of the Century
Haruto barely had time to react before his opponent lunged again—faster, stronger, and more precise than anything he had ever faced.
His body moved on instinct, dodging just in time, but the sheer force of the air pressure from the attack sent him staggering back.
This isn't just a person.
This was a weapon.
The organization had perfected what Haruto had only begun to understand. This wasn't just talent copying—this was talent evolution.
And if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be leaving this lab alive.
Renji, beside him, analyzed their attacker with sharp eyes.
"They're not human anymore," he muttered. "They're enhanced at a biological level."
Haruto's breath came in sharp gasps. "So what's the plan?"
Renji smirked. "We improvise."
He charged forward, his blade flashing through the air. The enemy anticipated it—dodging effortlessly, countering in a single fluid motion.
But that was exactly what Renji had planned.
At the last second, he twisted his body, using his own momentum to throw a surgical scalpel straight at the enemy's neck.
For the first time, the enhanced human flinched.
Haruto didn't hesitate.
He surged forward, drawing from every copied ability he had—his hands moved faster than thought, pressing into the enemy's pressure points.
A surge of pain jolted through their opponent's body.
For a split second, they were vulnerable.
And that was all Haruto needed.
The enhanced human staggered, body twitching from the nerve strike. But Haruto knew it wouldn't last long.
"We need to move—now!"
Renji grabbed Haruto's arm, dragging him toward the exit.
The woman in charge—the mastermind behind the organization—watched them go with an eerie, knowing smile.
"You can't run forever, Dr. Aizawa."
Her voice echoed through the facility as the emergency alarms blared.
Haruto gritted his teeth.
He knew this wasn't the end.
But right now, survival was more important than answers.
With one final glance at the horrors of the lab—the glass tubes, the failed experiments, the ones who had never escaped—he turned away.
And ran.
Days later, Haruto stood in the center of an operating room, the bright lights reflecting off the sweat on his brow.
The entire world was watching.
This wasn't just another surgery.
This was a miracle operation.
The patient? A world leader who had suffered a fatal brain injury. Every top surgeon had deemed it impossible to save them.
But Haruto had one chance.
One chance to prove that his skills—his true skills—were more than just an ability.
That he wasn't just a product of the organization's experiments.
He wasn't a tool.
He was a doctor.
The countdown began.
Haruto exhaled, his hands steady.
And then—he made the first incision.
The surgery of the century had begun.
To Be Continued…