Reincarnation: A Quite Revenge

Chapter 2 - Hiro Kenichi

Hiroshi was silent for a moment. He looked towards the car window. His hand pressed against the wound on the head.

'Ugh.. I feel something different with my body, ' Hiroshi's mind while watching his own body. He felt his body lighter and smaller. His head hurt even more, until his vision slowly became blurred.

The taxi car carrying Hiroshi and Akira stopped right in front of the hospital. Akira rushed out and opened the door for his son.

Hiroshi felt his head start to shake. But he forced himself to step up. Until the moment his legs were moved out of the car, his body immediately collapsed to the ground. The medical team also arrived. They immediately took Hiroshi to the emergency unit.

Two hours passed, now that Hiroshi had been taken to a special ward of hospitalization. The man appeared to be lying weakly on top of the hospital bed. This time there was a bandage covering the area of his head. Both of his eyes were still tightly closed. Accompanied by Akira who sat to his right.

Akira stroked his son's hair. There was a twinkle full of worry from the look in his eyes. Slowly the sound of breath catching began to sound. It seemed like Akira was unable to stem his tears anymore. All the difficulties that were in his head and heart really made a mistake. Now his hand held the fingers of the son.

Hiroshi opened his eyes. He immediately changed his position to sit. His sight immediately circulated to all corners of the room. He managed to catch some foreign objects that made his forehead shrivel in wonder.

"hiro!" Akira screeched happily while giving a warm hug. Hiroshi instantly stared as he blinked his eyes a few times.

"Wait, I'll tell the doctor first." Akira flashed a faint smile, then ran out of the room.

Hiroshi was alone, his eyes turning to stare at the hose-like object stuck in one of his hands. His eyes instantly faded as he watched the liquid from the object enter his body.

"What the fuck!" hiroshi said while trying to take off the infusion.

Chequek!

The door suddenly opened, and Akira appeared with a doctor and nurse. They immediately prevented Hiroshi's actions from nearly revoking the infusion.

"Hiro, what are you doing? that thing will make you better," said Akira who was holding the shoulder of the son.

The doctor is seen taking a penlight out of his pocket. It then aimed its rays at Hiroshi's eyes one by one. The doctor's forehead was confused. He then shook his head about twice.

"What's up, Doc? is there a problem?" akira asked, hoping that his son's condition would be fine.

"The collision in your son's head has a big impact. Your son seems to have amnesia" said the doctor slowly.

Akira immediately drained the clear liquid from his eyes. Both hands cupped his own mouth. Akira felt a bit devastated by his son's current state. But he remains grateful for what is, the most important thing is that his son has returned to health.

"Where am I?" hiroshi asked Akira. The doctor and nurse came out of the room.

"You're in the hospital, Hiro." replied Akira as he wiped away the tears that fell on his cheeks.

"Why do you keep calling me Hiro? and who are you really?" Hiroshi asked again.

Akira looked at the nano. His heart ached when he heard the words of the son who did not remember him at all. But Akira tried to respond as usual, namely by being patient and calm.

"Hi-hiro Kenichi?" Hiroshi rounded his eyes. Next he asked for the existence of a mirror to confirm something. Akira took her to the bathroom. There Hiroshi's eyes were wide again, as he did not witness his true face before his eyes. But the face of a young man who was completely unknown to him.

"What's? wh-who?" Hiroshi patted his own face. But everything proved to be real, and not a dream.

Akira, who was looking at his son's behavior from behind, could only stare in wonder. 'Is that how bad amnesia is? until it doesn't receive the look of its own face?' he thought as he held onto Hiroshi's infusion pole.

"Can you leave me alone?" hiroshi asked as he turned towards Akira.

"Of course, but don't let go of your infusion!" said Akira who immediately stepped out of the bathroom.

Hiroshi is alone now. He was still staring at his reflection in the mirror. Observing his new face and body. His breathing was long enough. Still trying to digest what happened to him.

'Wait.. haven't I been killed by Takeda? now that I'm alive again?. With a new body and another name? is this what you call reincarnation?' Hiroshi asked a question to himself.

"My martial skills aren't lost, are they?" muttered Hiroshi, then continued with the basic martial movements he remembered. He moved both his hands and feet suddenly. Hiroshi tried to kick his foot into the air.

"Whoaah!" Hiroshi smiled gleefully, as he felt his body lighter. But when he made a movement several times, the sound of stretched bones sounded loud. His hips and legs are tired and sore.

"What the fuck? I'm sure this kid rarely does sports" guess Hiroshi. His hand held the part of his waist that felt sore. He walked and stopped in front of the mirror.

'I can't seem to go back to my previous self. I had to be this kid. But I will still try to find information about the reincarnation of a shaman, Hiroshi said in his heart. 'Okay, now I'm Hiro Kenichi. Fortunately, my name and the owner of this body are almost similar. So I don't really feel foreign.' Hiro immediately went out of the bathroom.

Akira is seen preparing food for his son. He told Hiro to immediately sit down to the hospital bed. The woman placed a small table in front of Hiro, then placed a bowl of porridge and a glass of water. While Akira himself took a container of cardboard, which contains ramen noodles in it.

Hiro blinked his eyes. He noticed the food Akira was enjoying. Looks delicious and has a tasteful aroma. Until Hiro slowly downed his own saliva. Especially when Akira started sucking his ramen with his mouth. The sound of his hissing made Hiro's saliva again collect around his taste buds.

"What food is that?" ask Hiro curious.

Akira stopped his meal. His eyeballs immediately highlighted Hiro's face. He downed the ramen first and said, "This is ramen, do you want it?"

Hiro nodded his head. Akira immediately hooked ramen noodles to the chopsticks he held, then fed them to the son.

"You haven't changed, you still love ramen noodles as always..." Akira smiled with satisfaction. Hiro was sentenced to memory loss. At least the taste of the food is the same.

"I like it?" hiro asked while seizing the container containing ramen noodles from Akira's handle.

"Yes, very!" Akira returned a smile. He felt happy to be able to watch Hiro eat so voraciously. His sixteen-year-old son even drowned a part of the face in his ramen container.

"Slow down, Hiro.." said Akira again, still with a smile that has not faded.

Hiro had finished off one container of ramen. Now his eyes were staring at the bowl of porridge which from the beginning had not caught his attention. His stomach still felt hungry, finally unable to push a bowl of porridge in front of him.