Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin's ward was a standard single room, simply furnished, with a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

After changing into a new hospital gown, Amamiya Rin lay down on the hospital bed with practiced ease. His back sank slightly into the sheets, and his head rested on a soft pillow. The familiar touch and smell made him feel inexplicably sad.

Who else is a time traveler like him? Before he even started to show his skills, his body had already gotten used to the hospital's disinfectant and hospital bed?

"Ugh!"

Amamiya Rin sighed. The wound on her shoulder still throbbed with dull pain after being bandaged, but what was even stronger was a feeling of exhaustion from overexertion.

He closed his eyes, but instead of falling asleep immediately, he naturally adjusted his breathing and entered a deep state of personal meditation, using his mind to carefully observe the condition of his body and activate the corresponding neural circuits.

Time passed in silence. Around eight o'clock, a soft knock came from outside the ward.

"Please come in."

Amamiya Rin opened her eyes and responded.

The door was pushed open, and Fujino Terumi's beautiful and elegant face peeked in.

She had clearly tidied herself up, touched up her makeup, changed into a clean casual outfit, and restyled her long hair, looking refreshed and beautiful, a far cry from her previous panic and dishevelment.

"I hope I didn't disturb your rest. I just went out to buy some gifts."

Fujino Terumi wore a gentle smile, carrying a rather exquisite-looking fruit basket in her right hand, filled with strawberries, blueberries, and loquats, and two bulging paper bags in her left hand.

"You're too kind, Ms. Fujino."

Amamiya Rin sat up straight and leaned back against the pillow.

"I should do this. This is red bean soup, which is very famous around here, and also yokan (sweet bean jelly). I didn't know what you liked, so I chose these that are easier to eat. I also have two comic magazines to keep you entertained when you're bored."

Fujino Terumi placed the fruit basket and paper bags on the bedside table, took out a thermos and a box of snacks from one of the paper bags, and then took out a copy of Weekly Shonen Jump and a copy of Weekly Big Comic Spirits from another paper bag.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Amamiya Rin sincerely said that this Ms. Fujino had really put her heart into it, taking care of everything from fruits, snacks, and drinks to magazines to help her relax.

"I'm so glad you like me. By the way, please just call me Terumi. Calling me Fujino-san all the time is too formal. You're my savior, so we can be a little closer."

Seeing that Amamiya Rin was satisfied, Fujino Terumi's smile became even brighter.

"Okay, Huimei, you can call me by my name now, no need to be so polite."

Amamiya Rin readily agreed and pointed to the chair beside the bed.

"Please sit down, don't stand all the time."

"Um."

Fujino Terumi did not sit down immediately, but first unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and a sweet, warm aroma wafted out.

"Let me cool a bowl for you first? This place makes a very smooth and creamy red bean soup that isn't too sweet, and it's also very nutritious."

Amamiya Rin nodded, and Fujino Terumi deftly poured out a bowl of steaming red bean soup and placed it on the bedside table.

Then, she sat down on the chair beside the bed, her hands folded on her knees, her posture elegant and natural.

After Fujino Terumi sat down, Amamiya Rin could see her face more clearly under the light.

Her long brown hair was soft and shiny, her skin was fair, and her features were delicate. She really looked like a star. Moreover, Amamiya Rin felt that she looked familiar.

You probably saw it on a poster or on TV before, right?

"Is Lin-jun's wound still hurting?"

Fujino Terumi looked at the gauze on Amamiya Rin's left shoulder and asked with concern.

"Fortunately, I've endured much more painful injuries before, this is nothing."

Amamiya Rin gently moved her left shoulder to indicate that she was fine.

"But you, haven't run into any more trouble?"

"No, I took the main road. However, the security guards searched the woods but found no trace of me. They only found my torn handbag and broken high heels."

Fujino Terumi shook her head, her expression turning somewhat fearful and confused, and asked Amamiya Rin.

"Speaking of which, Lin-jun, the person who attacked me... do you really think she was a drug-addicted madwoman, or a paranoid stalker? I think... she's more like a vampire."

Amamiya Rin said frankly, "I don't know. But I'm sure that person is definitely not normal. Their strength, speed, and appearance are all beyond reason. If the security guards hadn't arrived in time, I might not have won in the end."

"That's because Lin-jun's mobility is limited, and he doesn't have a weapon! If his mobility were restored and he had a sharp katana, that vampire would definitely be no match for Lin-jun."

Fujino Terumi immediately shook her head, her tone firm, her eyes sparkling with unreserved trust and admiration for Amamiya Rin.

"There aren't that many prerequisites for a battle. Take the fight between Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro, for example. The key to a life-or-death battle is preventing the opponent from fighting at their peak."

Amamiya Rin agrees with Miyamoto Musashi's definition of swordsmanship: swordsmanship is military strategy, swordsmanship is the art of killing, and there is no need for so much philosophy.

"On the contrary, why did you come to the hospital so late? Dongdu General Hospital is located in a rather remote area, and you have to walk through such dark alleys. Even if you don't encounter vampires, you can easily run into robbers who want to kill you for money."

When faced with Amamiya Rin's question, Fujino Terumi looked embarrassed.

"I originally came to visit Ms. Harase, a senior in the entertainment industry. She's hospitalized here because of a car accident. I finished work early today, so I thought I'd drop by to see her. As I walked from the bus stop, I saw a lit path in that grove of trees, and it seemed so romantic..."

At this point, Terumi Fujino lowered her head in embarrassment: "Looking back now, it was such a careless thing to do."

"That was really too careless. A wise person doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. No matter how prosperous this city appears on the surface, there are just as many dangers hidden behind it. Going into the dark at night is definitely not a smart thing to do."

Amamiya Rin's words were very straightforward, without beating around the bush, and could be considered a reprimand to Fujino Terumi.

As someone you've only known for a short time, Amamiya Rin's tone was undeniably impolite.

However, as the one being rescued, Fujino Terumi could feel the concern in Amamiya Rin's words. Although her cheeks flushed with shame, she did not feel embarrassed. Instead, she was delighted by Amamiya Rin's attitude.

Fujino Terumi blushed slightly, clasped her hands together, and made a pleading gesture.

"Lin Jun is right, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

After saying that, Fujino Terumi picked up the red bean soup that was sitting on the bedside table, as if to hide her embarrassment.

"The temperature is just right. Lin-jun must be thirsty too, right? Let's have some red bean soup before we talk. It'll be good for your recovery."