"A-Ban, time to eat..."
A pretty young woman in a plain dress carried the dishes to the table.
"Oh, all right."
Madara answered gently and picked up his bowl and chopsticks, eating while occasionally glancing at the mirror and the face on his chest.
The young woman began eating too. Her name was Ali.
Several days earlier, she had gone fishing with her father and older brother. By a twist of fate, they had pulled Madara out of the Ocean and brought him home.
Under Ali's attentive care, Madara had woken up, but he had lost his memory.
He remembered only that his name was Madara. He knew nothing else.
Over the past few days, Ali had looked after his daily needs and tried to help him regain his memory.
The face on his chest was undoubtedly their best lead.
"I asked around today," Ali said. "Sometimes, one twin dies in the womb, and the one who died grows attached to the survivor. That should explain the face on your chest..."
"Is that so?" Madara murmured, struggling to think.
"Well?" Ali asked. "Do you remember anything?"
His efforts came to nothing, and Madara shook his head blankly.
"If it isn't something happy, don't dwell on it..." Ali said.
"All right. I'll listen to you." Madara nodded.
"Hehe~" Ali smiled, two sweet little dimples appearing in her cheeks.
After dinner, Ali cleared away the dishes.
Lying on the bed, Madara asked, "Ali, I'm different from normal people. Aren't you scared?"
Ali stopped what she was doing and answered honestly, "At first, I was a little scared, but I think... you're not a bad person, A-Ban."
"All right. Thank you," Madara said thoughtfully. "Whether I'm a bad person or not, you saved my life."
"Then tomorrow, I'll find a doctor outside the