5 Chapter 5 : After Battle

"You are quite entertaining human continue like that you amuse me well and you gave me a good time haha..."

"Who are you? Why did you kill me? What did you do to me?!

"Why? to distract me of course? and who am I? I am ....,

"Mihara wake up!"

Mihara lay on a stretcher and jumped up, banging his head against the head of a young ninja with short blue hair who was about the same age as him.

"Ouch."

The two rubbed their foreheads in pain before looking at each other and then the angry young man hit him on the head with force, making Mihara scream in pain again.

"Idiot I warned you not to join the first line of the battlefield but you never listen to me!"

Mihara looked at the young boy in front of him while rubbing his head and immediately remembered him.

His name was Kozutsami Tamasaburo, a friend of his predecessor, the two knew each other since he was three years old thanks to the friendship between their parents.

Kozutsami's parents were civilians from a blacksmith clan, their family and the Kenkishi clan which was once a clan of swordsmen had a deep friendship because the Kenkishi clan needed a large quantity of swords and it was the Tamasaburo family who made and maintained them for them.

After the destruction of the Mihara clan during the first ninja war, Kozutsami's parents took care of him in the absence of his parents and even when his parents died they would have adopted him if it was not frowned upon in the ninja world to adopt a child who already belonged to a clan even if the clan in question was on the verge of intinction.

Although the sangoku era was over, some of the moeres of that time had not totally disappeared because the ninja village system was quite recent.

He often ate at Kozutsami's house and both of them went to ninja school together and graduated at the same time, so they could be considered as brothers.

Mihara looked at him strangely for a moment before lying down again feeling the pain in his whole body.

"How long did I sleep? "

"Two days, you were found after the battle by the unit in charge of inspecting the corpses, you were on the verge of death and in hypothermia, even now with your current injuries it will be difficult for you to fight for at least three months.

Kozutsami said with a frown looking at Mihara's body wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

"I see."

Mihara looked up at the noisy tent ceiling from the other injured who were moaning in pain and others who were coughing with a thoughtful look.

"But I must congratulate you apparently you managed to kill two chunin even if the first one was with the help of Oza sensei you really became a real ninja, I'm stuck all day in the logistics unit I really envy you bastards."

Mihara just shook his head in response to Kazutsami's words and continued to think, his friend seeing him in this state shook his head and said nothing, he thought that he must be still under the shock of his first battle in the front line and thought how to comfort him then finally he just said goodbye and that he would come back to visit him later then he left the tent of the wounded leaving Mihara in his thoughts.

"I can hardly feel my legs, every breath of the freezing air hurts my lungs, my whole body is lachrymose and my eyesight is blurred, the ability I used against this man is not ninjutsu, it seems to be some kind of ability acquired during my reincarnation."

The ability he had used that day made him feel like he was as fast as lightning, not only his senses and eyesight were improved, but his reflexes and information processing speed was incredible.

This incredible state was like going from a computer of the 80's to a high performance computer of the 2020's, it was incomparable with his current physical state.

Thinking of this he felt like returning to this state but thinking of his present physical state he dismissed this thought.

"My body absolutely cannot handle such speed, I almost died."

Thinking of this Mihara was immediately frightened, the instinct that warned him not to die became even stronger than before he didn't know if this instinct was just an illusion or a lie created by the one who sent him to this world but he didn't want to taste death to answer this question.

"Young man, are you alright?"

A soft and pleasant voice brought Mihara back to reality, he turned his head and looked at the nurse with long black hair, a rather pretty face and green eyes wearing a ninja doctor's outfit and konoha forhead protector.