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Hajime suddenly woke up.
Or…was it Hajime? He certainly didn’t look like it. Hajime had short brown hair and green eyes. The man sitting where Hajime was just a few days ago was very, very different.
He had long wavy black hair, and red, somewhat glowing eyes. This was not Hajime.
[ ” By accepting the terms and conditions of this project, you will gain talent. That is all you need to know. Do you accept? ” ]
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[ ” Yes. ” ]
{ a few days later. }
‘ I sat in my room today, as per usual. As predicted, nothing happened. Just the same tests. I am beginning to consider attacking my teachers, should they try to punish me for disobeying them again. ‘
The door opened as two scientists - or should I say “teachers” entered. One holding a few documents, the other, a syringe.
“ We have testing today. Come. “
Izuru let out a long sigh.
“ As you wish. “
‘ I have never wanted to do anything less in my life. ‘
‘ They began with strapping me down to an operation table again. The familiar scent of cleaning supplies and dust filled my system as I tried not to think of what they would do to me this time. I was not particularly fond of testing - in fact, I despised it. I despised the scientists, the operation table, the room, everything. I suppose it was all necessary for my talent cultivation, however, and that is all that matters in the end. ‘
“ He’s going to be okay after this one, right? “
“ I would hope so. This one is going to affect his body a little worse. There will be downsides, but it is needed for further growth. “
“ Huh.? “
“ Goodnight, Izuru. “
“ Wait.. “
‘ I reached out my hand in attempt to escape. The drugs clouded my mind and my struggles were ignored as they strapped my arm back down. I fell back into the flood of sedatives. ‘
“ I want to go home. “ the brown haired, green eyed boy said.
The world cut out.