The Method for Perfect Resurrection

Somewhere underground.

A blonde girl lying on a bed opened her eyes.

As she looked at the middle-aged man before her, with his full beard and head of white hair, she felt he seemed strangely familiar.

Fragments of scattered memories flashed through her mind.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man across from her wore a black shirt and black pants, along with glasses with orange lenses.

He looked calmly at the person before him, even though she looked exactly like his daughter, who had died of illness.

The middle-aged man said softly, "I am your father, Amado Sannzu. You are my daughter, Akebi Sannzu."

Countless fragments flashed through the mind of the girl called Akebi Sannzu.

"Ah... My head hurts..."

She clutched her head and kept twisting about, feeling a stabbing headache wash over her.

As Amado watched the girl before him, he knew that her copied memories were rapidly awakening.

A trace of anticipation inevitably appeared on his calm face.

After a long while, the girl lowered her hands.

She looked up at Amado, her face showing impatience.

"So I'm your daughter?"

Amado observed the girl's expression, but he did not care what she had said.

He turned to look at a number beside him. It kept fluctuating up and down, but never exceeded one hundred.

"Looks like you aren't..."

As he spoke, Amado pressed a button beside the bed. A glass cover suddenly rose and enclosed the girl inside.

The girl angrily pounded on the glass. "Let me out!"

"Aren't I your daughter?!"

"Let me out, you old bastard!"

After only a few words, the girl's face gradually twisted as she frantically smashed against the inside of the glass cover.

Amado stared at her for more than ten seconds.

His eyes remained fixed on the reading beside him.