Chapter 1 Part 1 - Since I was reborn as Saito Yoshitatsu, I'm aiming to hand over the territory to Oda Nobunaga and live longer!
Year 20XX
TL: YuinaEditor: Yuina
Chapter 1: Death and a New Beginning
The scenery vanished before my eyes.
Those who have experienced vertigo would understand—the muddled vision, a haze where colors danced without shapes.
(Oh, this is bad.)
Unable to articulate, I felt a slightly cool sensation on my cheek, accompanied by a dull thud that followed. I couldn't help but think that I had collapsed, as if observing the situation from a detached perspective.
As a doctor, my intuition already told me that this was a dire situation. Desperate to seek someone within my field of vision for help, I silently implored for help, although no words escaped my lips.
The staff parking lot should have been deserted, and even if someone were to hear my plea for help, there would be no one capable of rescuing me. Nevertheless, I clung to a flicker of hope.
"...Ah..."
The moment I died, I only uttered a mere noise that could neither be considered a word, nor even a human sound.
It was an undeniably tragic end for me, Tokito Kousuke, a 37-year-old doctor who had tirelessly worked three consecutive sleepless nights to fill in for a physician who had strained his back.
Those who have experienced vertigo would understand—the muddled vision, a haze where colors danced without shapes.
(Oh, this is bad.)
Unable to articulate, I felt a slightly cool sensation on my cheek, accompanied by a dull thud that followed. I couldn't help but think that I had collapsed, as if observing the situation from a detached perspective.
As a doctor, my intuition already told me that this was a dire situation. Desperate to seek someone within my field of vision for help, I silently implored for help, although no words escaped my lips.
The staff parking lot should have been deserted, and even if someone were to hear my plea for help, there would be no one capable of rescuing me. Nevertheless, I clung to a flicker of hope.
"...Ah..."
The moment I died, I only uttered a mere noise that could neither be considered a word, nor even a human sound.
It was an undeniably tragic end for me, Tokito Kousuke, a 37-year-old doctor who had tirelessly worked three consecutive sleepless nights to fill in for a physician who had strained his back.
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