Fellow Wanderers in a Fallen World, Why Need We Have Met Before?

Just as Nan was thinking about this, a steaming rabbit leg was stuffed into her hand. As he handed it over, Zhou Yang said, "I got hungry again after all that exercise, so for now, I can only spare you this rabbit leg." Then, seemingly feeling that one leg was too little, and remembering that she was still growing, Zhou Yang tore off another rabbit leg and stuffed it into Nan's hand as well.

Looking at the two rabbit legs in her hands and hearing what the boy had gone through, Nan's eyes immediately grew moist. It was not just pity for him, but also gratitude. Ever since her parents had left, no one had treated her this well.

What she did not know was that it was precisely because she had put others first that she had earned Zhou Yang's feelings. Yes, feelings. Zhou Yang, who had never experienced love before, had felt his heart tremble at Nan's single word: "Run." He thought that was love. Even he found it a little ridiculous—he had developed feelings for a girl. Perhaps it was because they were both of the same kind, but why couldn't it be? After all, he was a boy now too!

In truth, not everything in the story Zhou Yang had told earlier was made up. Aside from his explanation for why he had appeared here, which was half true and half false, everything else was real. Zhou Yang really was an orphan, and he really had grown up in an orphanage. So he truly had been lonely. In the past, his dream had simply been to live well. But now, he had found a new dream: to live on together with the people by his side.

Nan slowly wrapped one of the rabbit legs in the cloth she carried with her, then carefully placed it on the ground as though it were a treasure.

Seeing that, Zhou Yang did not say anything like, "Go ahead and eat. You'll never go hungry again." He knew that with his current abilities, unless he could manage something like today again, meals like this could not be common. After all, the forest was not home to only harmless creatures like rabbits.

After putting away the rabbit leg, Nan did not start eating right away. Instead, she looked at Zhou Yang, leaving him somewhat confused. "Is there something wrong with me? Or do I smell bad? There's no way just looking at me makes you lose your appetite, right?"

Seeing Zhou Yang's baffled expression, Nan shyly pointed at his chest. Then she picked up the remaining strips of cloth and said, "Let me bandage this for you."

"Huh? So that's what you meant. I thought... never mind. No need to bandage it. Look if you don't believe me!" Zhou Yang pulled open his collar, startling Nan into lowering her head in embarrassment.

Nan slowly turned her eyes toward Zhou Yang's chest. As she raised her head, she encouraged herself inwardly. Just think of him as my little brother. That's right, my little brother.

But when her gaze focused on the wound that had already scabbed over, she froze in shock. It seemed that she had cast aside her shyness, because she leaned closer for a careful look. Then she raised her head and stared at Zhou Yang as though he were a monster. Stammering, she said, "Th-this... it's already scabbed over?" Someone who had been struck by a Kunai had formed a scab within just a few hours, and after such intense "exercise" at that. Nan had never seen anything like it—she had never even heard of it.

One look at her expression told Zhou Yang what she was thinking. Yes, he had only learned of this recovery ability after the surgery. But remembering how Saiyans' injuries always healed incredibly fast, it did not seem all that strange. Still, he was only an "unfinished product." If he had really been hit squarely in the chest by that Kunai, there was no way he could have recovered this quickly.

He said, "Do you remember the Kunai that guy threw at me when he discovered me?"

"Huh?" Nan had not expected Zhou Yang to mention that "missing" weapon.

Zhou Yang pointed proudly at the wound on his chest. "This is it."

"Hm?" Nan was completely confused. At her age, she could not think through so many twists and turns.

Seeing Nan's blank expression, Zhou Yang scratched his head. This kind of move might be a little hard for a girl to understand. So he simplified it. "I actually grabbed the Kunai he thought he'd lost while I was rolling around. To take him down, I deliberately acted dumb and lured him into throwing another Kunai at me. But he didn't hit me at all. I stabbed this Kunai into my own chest during the instant I was in his blind spot. So the wound isn't actually that deep—it just looks scary." After saying that, Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows. "So? Aren't I impressive?"

"But how could you be sure that you would definitely dodge the Kunai he threw? Were you gambling with your life?" Nan was still confused, but the clever girl immediately spotted the key issue.

Would Zhou Yang really gamble like that? Of course he would. He had simply chosen a gamble with an extremely low chance of losing. From the moment that ninja appeared, he had carried out a series of analyses.

First, as wandering ninjas, their resources and avenues for obtaining ninjutsu were extremely limited. So most wandering ninjas were at the level of Lower Ninja, or even below that.

Second, although this ninja had used ninjutsu, it had still taken him some time to capture an ordinary girl. Combined with Zhou Yang's knowledge that the D-rank missions typically carried out by Lower Ninjas involved things like catching cats, he concluded that this ninja was at the Lower Ninja level.

Finally, wandering ninjas already had few resources, and those at the bottom had even fewer. On top of that, he had not carried a ninja tool pouch, so he had neither the resources nor the time to train his throwing technique. Those Kunai should all have been meant for close combat.

Therefore, Zhou Yang concluded that the guy was a complete novice at throwing weapons. The only way he could hit Zhou Yang would be through luck.

After hearing that analysis, Nan felt utterly lost. Things like probability and the missions carried out by Lower Ninjas were far too distant from her life. She could only nod and pretend to understand. She would never admit that her knowledge was inferior to that of a child younger than herself.

"Oh, right." As though remembering something, Zhou Yang slapped his hand against his palm.

"What is it, Zhou Yang? Did you forget something?" Nan asked in confusion.

I was waiting for you to ask! He suddenly picked Nan up and shouted happily, "Zhou Yang has a wife now!"

"Huh???" Nan was completely bewildered. What does remembering you have a wife have to do with picking me up? For a brief moment, she did not even think there was anything inappropriate about him holding her. It was not until he spun her around several times that she struggled free in shame and anger.

Her face flushed red as she said, "Why are you hugging me just because you have a wife?!" Her words carried some reproach, but even more jealousy. After all, she had gone through hardships with him, yet in the blink of an eye, he was treating her as nothing more than a tool for celebration.

Then Zhou Yang pointed a finger at her.

"Y-you mean I'm your wife? B-but I never agreed to that!" Nan clasped her hands together and swayed from side to side.