Toji Fushiguro Resurrected Novels & Stories

Even without my left arm, I still had a lot of fighting spirit left in me. I stood fully to my feet and regarded Horuto. I was no longer in possession of my body. Israel's spirit was taking control of me. A surge of new power flowed through my veins and my muscles and tissues. A cold sensation ran through my entire body and a fresh energy reawakened inside me. Much to Horuto's shock, my left arm started growing back and my wounds began to heal up. Horuto took some few steps backwards. He looked like someone who's just seeing a dead man come to life.

I asked, not wanting to be part of an awkward silence and not sure how to fill it any other way. If any of the men minded my question, they didn’t show it. Instead, they speculated. Kioshi had done some research before he’d created the first prototype, the one that had led to my resurrection. But even he didn’t know exactly how many people with the same disease were frozen. Half an hour slipped by, the conversation easy, the three men talking of their trade and the good they could do. It was only as Tomichii got up, our drinks finished, that I remembered I was there for another reason. I was there to please Tomichii as his companion.