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BNHA: nanomachines

Kazuhira Miller is a boy reincarnated in the world of heroes with a single ambition. To be a better person, a different person. But will he be able to maintain that ambition when he sees the injustice of the world? Will it hold fair as long as it has the power of nanomachines, the pinnacle of technology and human evolution? warnings: 1st: English is not my native language, so don't expect a great quality of writing. 2°: this story will not end with a happy ending, read knowing this information.

GreatbookOFDAO · Anime & Comics
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28 Chs

Failing a Quiz

{elevated heart rate has been detected}

{Decision-making process has been compromised}

{automatic calming process will be activated}

{ Endorphin applied to the nervous system}

In mere moments I felt my pupils dilate, as well as felt the obvious slowdown of my heart, in my panic I didn't even notice how high my heart rate was.

But all I felt now was a strange sense of… comfort.

Probably something that came from the endorphin, even though the leather tightening my wrist and feet, as well as the gag were no longer uncomfortable.

And with eyes without tears, I could observe the surroundings. Noticing that there was a small print in the bottom corner of my vision.

{HP: 45%}

{Stamina: 35%}

{Focus: 3%}

Even though there were letters in my vision, I could still fully see the entire environment without it getting in my way.

Thinking about the environment there was something purple that take my attention, it was the second thing I noticed after the lyrics.

With some effort, I managed to slowly turn my head towards the object, but before I saw it, I already knew what it was, something easy to discover with the strong smell that assaulted my nostrils.

It was flowers.

Specifically, lilac and currant.

Deposited inside a vase on a bench on the left side of my bed.

The flowers looked very well cared for, in fact, they looked freshly changed, I should remember to thank the person answering for that.

After all, the environment wasn't that bad, there were flowers and a good wind coming from the window on the right side, I freaked out for no reason, after all, they must have had their reason for gagging me.

Unfortunately, now there was nothing left to do after scanning the surroundings, nothing more than staring at the only door in this hospital room.

It would be nice if someone opened that door.

CLANG!

The door has been unlocked!

And it was quietly opened by a young woman in what I think was a nurse's outfit.

And as soon as she walked in and looked my way and our eyes met, her eyes widened, her body became a statistic and her mouth fell open in shock.

"I-I'm going to call the doctor!! Wait for a few sec-seconds"

said the woman, as she stuttered and ran off, stumbling as she left the door open.

Not that I was complaining, but was my condition so critical as to require a hurry?

And in less than a minute a chubby man in a lab coat walked into the room with the same expression as the nurse.

"Sarah call Dr. Wagner and call Mr. Miller as soon as possible!"

The doctor quickly spoke as he hurriedly shooed the nurse away, who again ran off.

'Hello patient Kazuhira, if you understand me, I'll need you to blink twice in a row.'

The big-bellied doctor calmly asked Mário, as he approached my bed, and in response, I calmly blinked twice to make sure I understood him.

"Great, now I need to know if you can speak and if you need me to remove the gag. blink once for no,

blink twice for maybe or three times for yes."

As he spoke Mario walked over and put his hand on the gag only to see me desperately blink three times, I didn't even know if I could speak, I just wanted to get rid of that damn gag.

But he quickly seemed to notice my discomfort and without another word, he removed the gag I couldn't help but let out a deep breath through my mouth as soon as it was removed.

"Everything is fine?"

Asked the doctor who seemed genuinely concerned about a dying patient, I must not look that bad I guess.

"I-I'm fine...doctor...would you be able to free my hands and feet as well?"

My voice came out unexpectedly thick, cracked, and in pain, I was eager to talk more but each word spoken came with pain, making it impossible for me to speak more than a few words.

"Of course, I will release these inhumane things, but you must go slowly, I understand your anxiety but the body must be given time to recover, the more you push it, the longer it will take to recover, are we understood?"

Though I would have liked to argue with the doctor's scolding, I knew he was right, so I just nodded in agreement.

"Great, now I'm going to make some question, which should only be answered with yes, no, or I don't know.

so that your voice can rest."

As the doctor spoke, his hands worked on releasing me, but mine only focused on one thing, should I lie?

Because any question about the past and I wouldn't know how to answer it, after all, I wasn't born in this body!

How the hell would I know? In addition to not knowing what had happened to this body, I think it's better to answer what I could, and then I would decide at the time. yes that was the best choice

"First question, your name is kazuhira Miller and you are 15 years old?"

"Yes'

This question was relatively easy, so I answered it right away.

The second question, your quirk called a nanomachine?

"Yes"

Still easy, however, I had no idea what a Quirk was but I knew the name of my Quirk, so I answered easily as well.

Now third and final question, is your father's name James Miller?

...of course, it was too easy to be true.

It didn't matter what I said because it would be a lie, but I think it would be fine, as far as anyone knows I was still a sick patient, the worst that could happen was for me to sadden the original father of this body by not remembering him and a little bit of honesty didn't kill.

"I don't know"

And the doctor's body froze, with a simple sentence he stopped taking the last gag on my legs, but he quickly went back to work with his hands, but not before babbling something.

"I expected this level of damage, but things could be worse than I thought"

That's what he had mumbled, I didn't know how I had heard it, it was lower than a whisper!

But I was sure of one thing, the condition of that body was terrible if the doctor expected a son not to remember his father's name.