Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Tokyo - Military Central Hospital
VVIP Room 702 - 7th Floor
09:30 AM
The middle-aged doctor let out a long breath… and then suddenly roared:
"EVERYONE!! GET IN HERE, NOW!! THEY'RE STANDING!! THEY'RE AWAKE!! THEY CAN WALK!!"
"Whoaa! This doctor can yell that loud?!" Kanna gasped, half-startled.
"Geez, that was loud! Scared the hell out of me!" Haruto jolted in surprise beside her.
And then… all hell broke loose.
Within minutes, the room was flooded with people.
A dozen or more stormed in—doctors, specialists, senior nurses, military staff, and even two elderly professors from the military medical department, all rushing in with urgency. Some carried portable scanners, emergency equipment, tablets—whatever they could grab.
A few nearly fainted on the spot, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
The medical team quickly began running fresh tests on Haruto and Kanna using portable scanners that looked advanced and sophisticated, almost futuristic.
Heart: normal.
Lungs: normal.
Bone density: flawless. Denser than average.
Internal organs: stronger, healthier than ever recorded.
Muscle mass: significantly increased.
Zero abnormalities. No signs of damage. No conditions needing attention.
The results were… perfect.
"You two now have the healthiest human bodies I've ever seen… better than Olympic athletes at their peak." One of the specialists muttered with a trembling voice, staring at Haruto and Kanna as if they were specimens from another world.
Then, an older doctor stepped forward—by far the oldest in the room.
His hair was completely white, his face carved with deep lines of age and wisdom.
His hands trembled as he walked slowly toward them.
He looked at Haruto... then at Kanna.
"...Impossible..."
He whispered softly, almost to himself.
"What's impossible, Professor Nagai?"
Asked one of the younger doctors beside him.
The old doctor took a deep, heavy breath.
"You... You two don't look anything like the condition you were in when we first brought you here..."
"Um, doctor..."
Kanna spoke up, her voice polite but uncertain,
"Can we ask... what exactly happened to us? Why are we even healed?"
The elderly doctor gave a slow nod.
"I believe, as patients, you deserve to know what happened to you."
"Well, yesterday afternoon... at that time..."
And then he began to explain.
* * * *
FLASHBACK — 20 Hours Earlier
The sky remained overcast as two military ambulances sped into the front courtyard of Tokyo Military Central Hospital, sirens wailing nonstop since they had left Sakamiya University.
Dozens of armed soldiers and police were stationed along the perimeter with tense expressions.
The corridor leading to the Emergency Unit was locked down completely—no one was allowed to pass except verified medical personnel who had cleared triple-layered security.
Two of the most mysterious patients in modern Japanese history had arrived.
There was no room for error.
"PATIENT ONE: Male, twenties. Multiple penetrating traumas—six deep stab wounds to the abdomen, lower back, side, shoulder, and chest. Five fractured ribs puncturing lung and cardiac tissue. Severe internal bleeding. Two internal organs destroyed. Several spinal segments fractured. Left tibia shattered. Right shoulder completely crushed. Multiple cranial traumas. Unconscious!"
An emergency doctor barked as he stepped down from the ambulance.
"PATIENT TWO: Female, also in her twenties. Ten deep stab wounds to the chest, abdomen, side, left thigh, and arm. Multiple long lacerations and open wounds across the body, including face and scalp. Right lung collapsed. Cardiac puncture present. Major colon rupture. Massive internal and external bleeding. Left kidney likely nonfunctional. Fractured femur. Two broken ribs. Numerous other injuries on both legs. Unconscious."
Another doctor called out, voice urgent.
Haruto and Kanna were wheeled out almost simultaneously.
Their bodies were soaked in blood.
The emergency garments covering them could barely conceal the horrifying number of gaping wounds, deep impalements, and violent bruises painting their entire forms.
The medical staff moved with mechanical precision, pushing the stretchers swiftly into the ER—
Accompanied by a team twice the normal emergency capacity.
Armed military personnel secured every corner of the ER compound.
Ever since Central Command had issued the Code Red emergency, hospital security protocols had been raised to the highest alert level.
Names were never spoken aloud.
The patients were designated only by codenames:
"Mysterious Subject Male One: MS1."
"Mysterious Subject Female Two: MS2."
"Move both to VVIP Operating Room One! Dual-priority treatment! I want full-body scans in under ten minutes!"
"Understood, doctor!"
Medical Examination & Observation Room
01:25 PM
More than a dozen of Japan's top surgeons from the Ministry of Health, the Military Hospital, and the National Medical Center of Tokyo had been gathered in one room.
Among them were twelve of the country's most elite specialists:
- Three thoracic surgeons.
- Two vascular experts.
- Two cardiothoracic surgeons.
- One orthopedic specialist.
- One cardiologist.
- One systemic trauma expert.
- The ICU chief.
- And the most senior head of surgical medicine—an aged man known throughout the field for his decades of experience.
Three massive monitors on the left displayed the latest CT and MRI results for Haruto Mori. His medical scans were horrifying.
The medical images showed a body that, by all conventional standards, he should already be dead:
Six penetrating stab wounds: through the right abdomen, left flank, center chest, right shoulder, lower back, and stomach. Rib fractures in seven separate locations—several piercing directly into the thoracic cavity. Left leg tibia shattered. Right shoulder bone pulverized. Multiple spinal segments cracked and dislocated. Lacerated liver. Swollen right kidney. Perforated colon. And worst of all: a rib had broken and pierced upward into the heart from beneath.
Haruto's heart was still beating—but weakly, irregular, and barely sustaining life.
—
Meanwhile, three monitors on the right displayed Kanna's scans—equally horrifying:
Ten deep stab wounds piercing her upper chest, left and right abdomen, lower waist, inner left thigh, and areas near the lungs. Some wounds passed clean through from front to back. All internal organs showed signs of severe internal hemorrhaging. A small subdural bleed in the rear of her brain, non-progressive but present. Fractured left femur. Broken right arm. Several ribs cracked. Countless external slash wounds scattered across her body. Her heart had been punctured on the right side. Bleeding was severe. The heartbeat irregular, almost untraceable.
Silence fell across the room.
No one spoke as the images of MS1 and MS2 flickered across the displays.
Even the most experienced doctors in Japan… stood in absolute shock, shaken by the data projected across the giant monitors.
Haruto and Kanna's bodies weren't just injured—they were destroyed. They were broken beyond what modern medicine could repair.
Their condition…
No longer resembled that of ordinary human beings.
But…
What truly left the entire medical team frozen in disbelief—
Were the bracelets on their wrists.
* * * *
Mini Flashback — 5 Minutes Earlier
VVIP Operating Room One
01:20 PM
Several young surgeons and senior nurses had attempted to remove the two bracelets before the lead surgical team proceeded with the next phase.
At first glance, the bracelets appeared to be made of simple leather cloth.
But embedded in the center of each was a small crystal—violet for MS1, orange for MS2.
The crystals shimmered with a metallic glow, reflecting light unnaturally.
Each bore a mysterious symbol at its core—intricate, rune-like markings that no one could identify.
One of the doctors tried to remove a bracelet using a specialized surgical tool.
It didn't work.
They tried again—this time with a micro-scalpel.
The blade bent on contact and snapped back violently.
"This is strange. It looks like leather, not metal. Why won't it cut?"
Puzzled, they turned to a portable medical scanner to analyze the bracelets' interaction with surrounding tissue and nerves.
And what they saw... stunned them.
The bracelets had already fused with the nervous and muscular systems.
From the crystal cores, delicate tendril-like structures extended into the surrounding tissue—fine as nerve fibers, branching into both the peripheral nervous system and the vascular system.
It was as if the crystals had grown roots—like ancient trees embedded deep into the earth.
These bracelets were no longer external objects.
They were now part of the body.
"If we try to forcibly remove them…
We might have to amputate the patients' arms…
And even then, they might die on the spot,"
one of the surgeons muttered grimly.
Everyone in the room exchanged uneasy glances.
No one wanted to bear the responsibility of making a fatal mistake.
"What exactly are these bracelets on their wrists…?"
No one had an answer.
No one had ever seen anything like them before.
* * * *
Back to Main Flashback
Medical Examination & Observation Wing
01:30 PM
"If these two patients were ordinary people… MS1 and MS2 would have died inside the ambulance,"
said one of Japan's top trauma doctors from the lead team.
"They wouldn't have made it to this hospital alive."
"We... cannot operate."
The voice was cold, firm—coming from the head of surgical command.
Everyone turned toward him.
"If we open their thoracic cavities now, they will die right there on the table.
Their hearts are still beating, not because their bodies are strong—
Something else is at work here. Something we don't understand."
It was Professor Nagai—the most senior doctor in the room—speaking with the weight of decades of experience behind his words.
"He's right," said Dr. Shinohara, a veteran cardiothoracic surgeon from the Self-Defense Forces, backing the director's claim.
"If we attempt surgery, we may only hasten their deaths. One small miscalculation could be catastrophic. Especially their hearts… they're holding together like a torn cloth barely stitched at the edges."
* *
A Painful Decision
14:30 PM
The debate dragged on for an hour.
Should a stabilization surgery be performed, or should they be left alone?
"We're dealing with patients whose biology... does not match that of a normal human being.
This is not a conventional case.
This is something that has never been documented in any medical literature,"
stated Dr. Fujihara, Head of the ICU.
In the end, the senior surgical team reached a unanimous agreement—
No invasive procedures would be carried out.
The only decision:
Both patients would be placed under full conservative therapy.
The goal was simply to keep them alive for as long as possible, using every available support method.
This decision was formally written and transmitted in a classified report to the military generals and high-ranking government officials through secure communication lines, along with their projected life expectancy.
"Expected survival: less than 24 hours. The fact that they're even alive right now with bodies in such condition... is already a miracle,"
wrote Professor Nagai, Director of Medical Surgery, in his concluding statement.
A judgment co-signed by the entire medical team.
* *
October 20, 2025
Military Central Hospital
VVIP Room 702 — 7th Floor
06:00 PM
Haruto and Kanna were transferred to a fully sterilized, high-security VVIP room—cleared in advance for their arrival.
A large, quiet room with two adjustable electric beds spaced about five meters apart. No privacy curtain.
Just a single sink in the back right corner, and a wall-mounted television on the central wall.
Haruto was placed by the window to the right.
Kanna, to his left, closer to the door.
"Patients MS1 and MS2 must remain in the same room.
This is a direct order.
They are not to be separated,"
instructed a military officer assigned to the medical team.
All available life support systems were connected to Haruto and Kanna, including non-invasive ventilation, continuous arterial pressure monitors, nutrient IV drips, and more.
From that moment on, not a single member of the medical staff—whether doctor, surgeon, nurse, or even the janitor—dared to ask about or mention their real names.
"You are under strict orders from high command: Do not speak, ask, or speculate about their names. If you mention them—even accidentally—or claim to have heard them... anyone involved will be terminated immediately. No exceptions. Is that clear?"
Professor Nagai's voice echoed in the corridor, firm and absolute.
No one objected.
And from that point forward...
They were known only as MS1 and MS2.
* *
09:00 PM
Their VVIP room was under tight surveillance. Every doctor and nurse permitted entry had signed multiple layers of non-disclosure agreements and were briefed repeatedly: They were not to know the patients' identities.
The room remained dim. The heartbeat monitors ticked and beeped in slow, regular intervals. The soft hiss of assisted breathing systems filled the air.
A few nurses remained on rotating shifts, watching silently.
But that night...
Something unusual began to happen.
Without warning, both Haruto and Kanna's heart monitors emitted long, continuous alarm tones—Flatlines.
Both nurses on duty panicked.
They bolted out of the room, shouting for help.
Within moments, over a dozen medical personnel and several military guards burst into the room, dragging in crash carts, defibrillators, emergency injectors, and all equipment necessary to save their lives.
But what they saw next… stopped them in their tracks.
The crystals embedded in the bracelets on Haruto and Kanna's wrists, began to glow. Violet on Haruto. Orange on Kanna.
The light slowly intensified... illuminating the room with an eerie brilliance.
No one dared to move closer.
"What... is that...?"
"Why is it glowing…?"
Then, in the next few seconds, the long flatline beeps from the monitors shifted.
A pulse returned.
Beep...
Beep...
Beep... Beep...
Their heart rhythms had returned.
Soon, both heart monitors were back to normal. Steady, and alive.
"My God... d-did they just… come back to life?"
One of the nurses whispered in shock.
"Was it... those bracelets? Did they revive them? How is that even possible?"
A doctor stammered, still stunned.
"This... This is beyond medical science,"
One of the surgeons finally said.
* *
October 21, 2025
VVIP Room 702 — 7th floor
02:00 AM
Two female nurses entered quietly to replace the IV fluids for MS1 and MS2
But what they saw made them freeze in place.
"Eh? What...? What's... going on?"
Their brows furrowed in confusion.
Without warning, every single line, cables, IV tubes, monitors, even the non-invasive ventilator—began detaching from their bodies on their own. The IV needles were gently pushed out from under their skin, falling to the floor right in front of the nurses' eyes.
It was as if their bodies were rejecting everything.
Both bracelets on their wrists continued to emit a soft, steady glow—unchanged since they had first lit up earlier.
"KYAA..!"
The nurses immediately called for medical and security staff in panic.
Several doctors and military personnel rushed into the room with specialized portable scanners.
They quickly initiated full-body scans—what they saw left everyone speechless.
Their hearts... were regenerating. New cardiac tissue was forming. The tears and punctures were slowly closing on their own. Damaged organs were showing signs of internal repair. Torn muscles were beginning to reconnect—fiber by fiber.
Blood pressure was stabilizing. External wounds were drying and sealing slowly, skin reforming layer by layer. Shattered and fractured bones were restructuring—new bone mass knitting itself into place.
It was as if there were invisible divine hands operating them magically from within, piece by piece.
Oxygen saturation had climbed from 77%... to 92%—
And they weren't even using respiratory support.
"This... is this some kind of super regeneration?"
"This level of healing—it's dozens of times faster than any known human limit,"
one of the doctors murmured, his voice hollow with disbelief.
* *
06:15 AM
Medical Examination & Observation Wing
A Medical Miracle Beyond Explanation
The entire core team of senior main doctors had returned to the hospital early. None of them could sleep after witnessing something that defied every foundation of medical science.
They gathered again to view the latest MRI and CT scan results of MS1 and MS2.
And what they saw… was unbelievable.
Heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, spleen, spine—
All nearly fully restored.
Every bone once shattered or fractured—now whole, seamlessly regenerated.
Muscular tissues had reformed at an unprecedented rate—almost as if reset to their pre-injury state.
Even the outer wounds had vanished entirely.
Skin, nerves, tissue—all fully healed.
Their vital signs were approaching clinical perfection:
Oxygen saturation: 99%
Body temperature: 36.5°C
Blood pressure: stable
No internal bleeding detected anywhere.
But what stunned the entire medical team...
Was not just the complete recovery.
It was the fact that all of it happened without any surgery.
Without any medical intervention.
And without a single logical explanation.
"This has become… the most impossible medical case I've ever handled,"
Professor Nagai finally said, a man with decades of clinical experience, still unable to believe what he was seeing.
It was as if every damaged part of their bodies hadn't just been healed—
They had been replaced. Reconstructed, by something far beyond human understanding.
In the silence of that morning, one of the senior specialists finally spoke.
"If they regain consciousness within the next few hours... we're not dealing with ordinary patients anymore."
"We're witnessing the greatest biological mystery in human history."
His words chilled the entire room.
Goosebumps crawled over every doctor's skin.
A few minutes later, one of the senior doctors gave instructions to the nursing department:
"Remove all remaining equipment and monitoring systems from VVIP Room 702. The patients no longer needed any of it."
And sure enough.
Exactly three hours later, at 09:20 AM...
Haruto and Kanna opened their eyes.
They stood up, healthy and alive.
And within minutes, they were teasing each other… then fighting over a mirror.
* * * *
(Back to Present Time)
October 21, 2025
Military Central Hospital
VVIP Room 702 — 7th floor
09:45 AM
"We... we didn't even dare to touch you again,"
Professor Nagai said, finishing the story with emotion in his voice.
"We were afraid of disrupting the miracle that was unfolding before our eyes."
His face showed a rare expression of wonder and humility.
"Oh my God, oh my God..! So we… we were actually... died?! Really..?!"
Kanna gasped, seated at the center of her bed, her hands flying to her mouth as her eyes widened—glassy with tears from hearing the story.
"Wait, seriously, doctor—our hearts actually stopped for a few minutes?!"
Haruto called out from the edge of his bed, disbelief written all over his face.
"Yes," replied another doctor, middle-aged and composed, though still visibly shaken.
"We panicked the moment both your hearts were flatlined… but then, your bracelets began to glow, and somehow… your hearts just... came back.
It doesn't make sense. Even now, we still can't fully accept what we saw."
"Um… Doctor?"
Haruto raised his hand slightly, now sitting casually on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, MS1?" one of the nurses answered promptly.
"Why is everyone calling us MS1 and MS2?"
The room instantly fell silent.
Every face turned pale.
"Uh… w-well… it's a military regulation,"
a doctor stammered.
"We're not allowed to know the patients' real identities."
Kanna furrowed her brow.
"That's weird. I have a name, you know. You can just call me K—"
"HIIII..!! NOOO..! DON'T!!"
Everyone shouted in unison, eyes wide in horror.
"Please cooperate! Do not say your names under any circumstance!" a soldier barked sharply.
"We beg you—don't say it!! If we find out your names, even by accident—
We could get fired!!" another doctor cried out, hands clamped over his ears.
Kanna blinked.
"...Are you serious?" she whispered.
Everyone nodded—instantly, frantically.
"We are only authorized to refer to you as MS1 and MS2,"
Professor Nagai explained solemnly.
"This is a strict, non-negotiable directive from the highest authority.
Anyone who leaks or even learns your real names—intentional or not—will be severely sanctioned. Immediate dismissal. No exceptions."
Haruto and Kanna exchanged glances.
"...Damn, that's intense,"
Haruto muttered under his breath.
Kanna let out a soft giggle.
"Alright then. I guess that makes me... MS2."
Haruto smirked.
"Which means I'm MS1. Sounds like we're a pair of android robots."
They both chuckled.
Meanwhile, everyone else in the room remained silent, witnessing something impossible.
The doctors and staff could only stare at them.
Awestruck by the two people who had not only returned from the edge of death, but now spoke and laughed with their new bodies, after their rebirth.
* *
Five minutes later.
The door to the room opened without warning.
One of the soldiers stationed outside stepped in and pulled it open wide.
Footsteps echoed across the hallway.
Sharp. Measured. Unmistakably official.
Armed guards positioned near the entrance quickly stepped aside, clearing the path.
A middle-aged man entered the room, dressed in a formal black suit with a small Japanese flag pin on his chest. Two aides followed closely behind him.
His expression was stern, and his presence wrapped the entire room in an aura of quiet authority.
Haruto, who was still seated at the edge of his bed, turned toward the door.
Kanna, still sitting upright on the middle of her bed, looked as well.
The man offered a short, respectful bow.
"My name is Hirokazu Matsumoto," he said in a deep but calm voice.
"Cabinet Secretary Minister of Japan."
Every person in the room: doctors, nurses, even the military escorts, immediately bowed in return.
They all understood.
If someone like Matsumoto had come in person...
Then whatever was happening here,
Was far bigger than anything they had imagined.
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