With one blink, he came back to life.
It didn't feel real at all.
Waking up on a hospital bed in a bright hospital, Hashirama stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
He really had come back to life.
The tangible feeling of his body filled him from head to toe. The warmth and fragrance of the blankets mingled with the fresh scent of grass and trees outside, lingering around his nose. It was a feeling he had never experienced when he was dead, one that had nearly been forgotten.
"You're awake?"
The little nurse on duty spoke as she changed his medicine.
Anyone who fell into a coma still needed food and drink, so they were given glucose drips and the like.
"You really can sleep. Among the people in the same batch, you slept the longest."
He's really handsome, but somehow he looks a little familiar.
"Since you're awake, get up and move around a little. Let's see if there are any problems."
Hashirama struggled to sit up. The little nurse efficiently began examining him, and he asked, "How long was I asleep?"
"Almost a week," the little nurse said, discreetly giving him a pinch.
This guy's skin is so tender it looks like water might ooze out of it.
"A week?"
It seemed there was something he wanted to remember, but it also seemed he had forgotten it.
"Your body is perfectly fine. Move around more when you have time. Just do some simple rehabilitation exercises normally and get your body back in shape."
The little nurse reminded him.
What exactly had he forgotten?
Oh, right.
Where's my wife?!
"Mito!!!" Hashirama suddenly shouted.
"Who's Mito?" The little nurse turned to look at Hashirama.
"My wife!" Hashirama yelled. "Where is she?!"
He's married?
The little nurse's expression turned cold,