Actually, the Author Took Part in Star Wars in '99 and Single-Handedly Wiped Out a Million Enemies

all by himself

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

The synchronized chant came from the doorway. Everyone in the Kurosaki Family twitched at the corners of their mouths and looked toward the door between the clinic and the Kurosaki home in unison.

Thump, thump—

A muffled pounding sounded. Kurosaki Isshin sighed helplessly and went to open the door.

Sure enough... Wu Biao, wrapped from head to toe in bandages and looking like a mummy, stood behind it, gazing at them all with hopeful eyes!

"He's gonna die..."

A huge drop of sweat rolled down Kurosaki Ichigo's forehead. Wu Biao had been hurt so badly, yet he'd still managed to make his way here. The fact that he hadn't died already counted as a miracle.

"Brother Biao, you're awake!" Yuzu Kurosaki said with a sweet smile from the dining table, though she couldn't help looking surprised. Wu Biao had been carried back by Ichigo yesterday, covered in blood and in such a pitiful state that the sight still stuck in her mind.

He'd been on the verge of death, too. The Kurosaki family had rushed to give him first aid. They'd saved his life, but an ordinary person with injuries like that would need at least a year or two to recover. Yet Brother Biao had woken up after just one night.

The Kurosaki family couldn't help marveling once again at Wu Biao's inhuman constitution!

Isshin crouched down and asked with a frown, "Does anything feel wrong?"

"I'm starving to death!"

The moment Wu Biao finished speaking, his stomach let out a rumble like thunder!

Well, he wasn't going to die, then!

Kurosaki Isshin's mouth twitched. He shook his head helplessly. "You still can't eat. You need a full-body examination later, and even though you—"

"What? I can't eat?!" Wu Biao shot up like a snake and flung himself onto Isshin, snot and tears streaming down his face. He looked utterly miserable!

"Boss, I'm fine now, really! This little injury will heal as soon as I eat a pot of rice!"

As if! What did he think rice was, a Senzu Bean?!

Kurosaki Isshin and Kurosaki Ichigo exchanged a glance, helplessness in both their eyes. Since Wu Biao was insisting he was fine—and had just leapt so high—he probably wasn't in any serious danger.

After hesitating for a moment, Isshin nodded. With a dark expression, he grabbed Wu Biao by the bandages and hauled him over to the table, where Wu Biao had been enthusiastically wiping his nose on him.

Seeing this, Yuzu took the pot of rice she'd just put in the fridge and prepared to feed Wu Biao.

But Brother Biao's next move left the entire Kurosaki family stunned. The moment Wu Biao saw the pot of rice, delight lit up his face. He gave a slight twitch, and the bandages securing his left arm burst apart.

Then the guy snatched the pot from Yuzu and eagerly began shoveling rice into his mouth with his left hand, one spoonful after another. He was enjoying every bite.

A strange look flickered through Isshin's eyes as he stared at Wu Biao's left arm, now marked by little more than faint scars. He was shaken. In yesterday's battle, the left arm had been the least injured, but it had still been covered in bloody gashes. After all, the full force of the giant spike thrusting out of Gates of Hell had traveled through Wu Biao's right arm and into his body. Almost none of his upper body had been left unscathed.

Yet after just one night, the scars on his left arm had healed. Some spots didn't even show any sign of injury. He'd never seen recovery like this before.

No... he'd never seen anything like it in humans or Shinigami. The only time he'd witnessed even more terrifying regeneration was in Hollows.

High-Speed Regeneration was practically an ability exclusive to Hollows. Wu Biao was unmistakably human, so how could his recovery be this shocking?

"Are all idiots Great Apes that can lick their wounds and make them heal?" Shyarly murmured, watching Wu Biao wolf down his food.

Kurosaki Ichigo went closer and studied Brother Biao's arm for a while before asking hesitantly, "Brother Biao, your injuries..."

"My injuries?" Wu Biao mumbled, but he never stopped eating. "That damn spike sticking out of Gates of Hell was crazy strong. I'm still not fully recovered!"

The spike sticking out of Gates of Hell?

Kurosaki Isshin had had no idea what had caused Wu Biao's severe injuries. Hearing him mention it now, he could just about guess—but he found it hard to believe.

Ichigo didn't know much about it, but Isshin had once been a captain of the 10th Division. Gates of Hell was absolutely not something to provoke. There had been cases of Shinigami being dragged into Hell.

And he still wasn't fully recovered!

Are you really human?

No way. Should I look for that Earth Defense Force, assuming it even exists? I think I've got an alien living in my house...

"Brother Biao, are you really human?" Kurosaki Ichigo stared at Wu Biao in shock. "Your recovery is way too terrifying!"

"Dunno!" Wu Biao said, then scraped the remaining rice into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before speaking with a dazed look. "I don't remember recovering this fast before!"

"What were you like before?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked, taken aback.

Wu Biao rubbed his chin with his left hand and thought for a moment. "I remember one time I was bored and wanted to see if I was as strong as a train, so I stood on the tracks..."

"Wait!" Ichigo looked at Wu Biao with a dark expression. "Brother Biao, are you sure you were just bored and not trying to get yourself killed?"

Who would try to wrestle a train just because they were bored? And yet... he was strangely curious about what happened. "Brother Biao, go on!"

"What's there to say? It hit me and sent me flying in an instant!" Wu Biao said, then gave a simple, honest smile. "That thing was really strong. It nearly knocked me to pieces..."

No, the fact that you weren't in pieces really was a miracle.

"It took me more than half a year to recover back then. At least the railway department covered all the medical expenses!"

The Kurosaki family was too exhausted to even comment. All they could say was... they genuinely felt sorry for the railway department. How had they ended up with such an unprovoked disaster?

Even Wu Biao himself didn't know that if he tried to take on a train again now, he might not lose. It was as if his constitution had broken through some seemingly impossible limit after he came to this world.

And it wasn't just his strength. Whenever he killed a Hollow, the warm current that seeped into every part of his body didn't merely make him stronger. It also improved his durability, speed, recovery, and more.

In other words, his overall physical abilities had improved.

After studying him for a while, the Kurosaki family gave up trying to figure out what species Brother Biao was. He'd already built up their resistance!

Even if an egg came flying in from outer space, and a tailed person emerged from it and came to their house to tell Brother Biao, "You're actually a descendant of the Sabi Aliens, sent here in 1999 to destroy the planet!"—

The family would probably just calmly call the security bureau...

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways: off to school or to see patients.

As for Brother Biao, the nonhuman, they put him back in bed. His recovery was impressive, but he still hadn't reached the level of High-Speed Regeneration. His left arm was almost fully healed, but the right arm—the one Wu Biao had used to collide head-on with Hell Giant Spike—still had no feeling in it!

Whew, that really was a dangerous battle. In fact, many of you had your memories erased as soon as you opened your eyes.

So, to honor the contribution I made back then, hit me with your recommendation tickets! We're fifth on the new fantasy ranking now, and the goal is first place. Brothers, give me your support!!!

Hmm, I just noticed the status changed. Please send the first wave of tips on the first day of the new status!