Including myself.
This was what I'd gradually figured out about my body over the past few days.
Basically... I seemed to recover pretty well, but healing took a lot of food. How should I put it... I probably needed more nutritious food?
Other than that, there weren't many major differences. I also seemed to have slightly sharper senses—at least, sharper than these people's.
At the very least, I could tell they meant me no harm.
Otherwise, I would've drawn my gun and shot them just now.
But I could only sense it at very close range, more or less when I was face-to-face with someone.
My reflexes were another difference. I reacted faster than these people.
I also instinctively knew where their weaknesses were, and what would happen if I struck a particular spot. It was as if that knowledge had been imprinted deep in my mind. Even I was startled by how I'd just struck out, but I was certain I had no memory of ever learning to do that.
The spot I'd hit was about two finger-widths down from the wrist, where a large tendon ran. Hitting it made the wrist go numb instantly. My left hand had also clenched almost instinctively, leaving only my index finger extended to tap the spot.
If I'd wanted to be harsher, I could've bent my finger and jabbed it into the tendon. The person's wrist probably wouldn't have regained its strength for a minute or two.
These were instincts—an instinctive understanding of certain weaknesses in someone's body. A subconscious strike would produce the desired effect.
I also instinctively understood the weak points around the elbows, shoulders, back, abdomen, knees, and feet.
It was strange. When I tried to think about it, a rough outline of a person appeared in my mind,