Weak Gamer.

Bleep...

Bleep...

Bleep...

The rythmetic sound of the machine attached to Shinju's chest was heard as he lay down on the Hospital bed, it was shabby, but it was something that shinobi would kill for.

Next to his bed, Natsumi was sleeping with dark circles under her eyes, her head resting on the side of the bed, with his palm encased in her right hand.

Beep Beep!

The machine suddenly spiked in activity as it detected the vitals of Shinju, Opening his eyes, Shinju felt like his brain was mush, and it was flowing out of his eyesockets, and his ears a smudge.

[Ding! Congratulations on surviving the encounter of your first death mission!]

[Ding! Rewarding Host with 5 Skill Points.]

Ignoring the sound in his mind, Shinju turned his neck slowly, his eye looking at his bedside where a tired Natsumi was resting, his hand twitched as his finger pinched her red smooth hair.

"Umm... S-Shinju!"

Natsumi felt her hair move, and with her enhanced senses she woke up, her eyes opening as she saw Shinju's eyes open, she lunged at him, but just as she was about to hug him, she stopped.

"S-Sorry... are you feeling better now?"

Shinju felt his mind race as he looked at Natsumi, he did not know anything about her, where they lived, if they had a home, or if they were just friends or something more.

So the only option in front of him right now... is to pretend to lose his memory in the blast.

And it won't be hard since he might have lost his memory for real since he does not know anything about Shinju's life, or what he has done.

"W-Who are you?"

Natsumi froze, and she felt her heart start to rise in its heart speed, her hand clenched his palm tightened, and time froze as she looked at Shinju with open mouth.

"W-What did you just say?"

Shinju looked at Natsumi, and he started questioning if he really did the right thing, but in the end, if he did not and just said he was okay, then how would he live?

He does not know what this Shinju was like before, nor what he owns, how he talks, how he acts, he is just not Shinju, he is a different person, from a different world.

Just because he took over the body does not mean that he is Shinju, he will never be him, he is not born in this world, where super child soldiers kill people for a mission.

But since he is in his situation, he has nothing else left for him, except to do the right thing, the right thing for himself, and no one else, he did not ask to be here, hell! He does not want to be here.

Why would a sane person ever want to be in this world? You would have to be mentally deranged, or just such an insanely horny person, that at the sight of Tsunade, you would piss your pants with cum.

He was neither of those, and he is only able to stay together because he at least has a shred of hope for survival in this cruel world, even if it is weak, and it might not make him invincible.

It might allow him to live or might allow him to see a world like this, turn into a world that he was used to, he wants to live until the world he is used to appears.

But he is not qualified to even think like that... he is weak, so weak in fact that if he were to fight a fresh genin, he might- no, he will definitely lose in a straight-up fight.

Only losers dream, he is a loser as of now, and he is not gonna dream until the vistage of a loser above him is not here anymore, he will only dream when he has the right to pursue that dream.

Shinju looked at Natsumi, and the hesitation in his eyes faded away, like it was never there from the beginning, instead hidden determination filled his eyes.

"I remember that my name is Shinju, but who are you? And how do you know my name?"

Keeping the facade of his memory being lost, he watched as Tears welled up in Natsumi's eyes before they fell down onto her cheek.

"Shinju... Don't worry, I will go get the doctor right now! And he will fix you up like brand new!"

Natsumi got up and she rushed out of the room, Shinju's confused face vanished and he took a deep breath, he looked down at his hand that was broken, and instead, he saw a hand with only some light bruises.

He clenched his fist, and he felt a light pain shoot up in his arm, but Shinju just ignored the pain, compared to the pain of having half his neck sliced open, it was nothing.

Especially to having your own leg blown up, and then bleeding out quickly on the ground, dying in seconds while feeling the burn, the blood... the cold.

A minute later, a doctor enters the room, he is a middle-aged man with glasses on his face.

"Shinju right? Do you remember anything?"

Shinju shook his head as a no, and the doctor hummed for a second before continuing.

"Now this could be a case of temporary memory seal due to the mind going in shock, but with time it should recover unless it is a result of a head injury, which is definitely not the case"

The colour said, and Natsumi let out a breath as she sighed in relief, Shinju nodded his head, acting like he understood even tho everyone knew he did not understand a thing.

"Well Miss Natsumi, you and Shinju could go now, but since Shinju is not able to continue his ninja duties, I am afraid his rank as a ninja is over until he regains his memory"

Shinju groaned at that, he did not want to stop being a ninja as he could gain money, but it seemed like his plan was just not going according to what he planned...

"Yes doctor, thank you"

Natsumi bowed slightly and the Doctor nodded before exiting the room, Natsumi sighed as she sat down next to the bed once again, her hand taking Shinju's own in hers.

"Shinju, I know you don't understand it right now, but I promise that I will be here for you"

Shinju nodded as he gripped her hand, Soon the time passed, With Natsumi falling asleep due to exhaustion, since it had been 2 days since she had returned to the village.

Shinju looked at Natsumi as she slowly fell onto the bedside, and he pulled on her hand, her body being pulled onto the bed, her head resting on his shoulder.

Sigh*

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