Ten minutes later, my wounds started to ache, especially my face and shoulder. People stared, but no one tried to help. I walked silently, occasionally raising my eyes to glance at passersby. But, as it usually happens, everyone turned away, unwilling to get involved in other people’s problems. Meanwhile, my blood kept dripping onto the ground. I don’t know exactly how much blood I lost; it didn’t particularly worry me, though it should have. My biggest concern right now was infection. If an infection got into the wound, I’d either lose my arm or die. Neither option suited me at all. How would I fight monsters and bosses with one arm? Am I some kind of black swordsman? The story is called “The Great I in a New World Without a Computer,” not “The Great One-Armed I in Another World.”

  I was about to glance at the sky with my remaining good eye, but another detail caught my attention—a symbol on a signboard. It was very similar to a medical symbol, like in my world, only different: a square instead of a plus sign, and white instead of red. Maybe I’m wrong, but I decided to take a chance anyway. What do I have to lose? Die? If I die, as a ghost I’ll haunt those bastards for the rest of their lives. They’ll be scared and jump at every little sound. If I’m lucky, after some time, they’ll commit suicide, and even after their death, I won’t leave them alone. Ha-ha.

  Approaching the entrance, I opened the door. Stepping inside, I smelled herbs, and on the shelves stood potions or something of that sort—medical stuff, in general. Stopping in place, I listened: Complete silence, nothing at all except the sounds of the street. As if the owner or someone else simply wasn’t there.

  — Hey, shopkeeper, I’ll steal everything if you don’t show up right now!

  No reaction followed. As I said, nobody was here—just an empty shop, take whatever you want. So why shouldn’t I take what I need? I’ll leave the money, of course; I’m not some kind of jerk. I’ll leave him exactly fifty yen, and what he does with them afterwards is none of my concern. He’ll figure it out—not my problem. Reaching for the first “medicine,” I picked it up and began to examine it.

  — I don’t understand anything.

  The language partially resembled Japanese, but it wasn’t. Or rather, it was similar, mixed with Arabic. And anyway, do you even care? Although yes, you do care—you’re reading this… To say that I quickly abandoned the idea of understanding what was written there is an understatement. I’m not a polyglot and I’m not going to delve into this crap.

  — Please, put this on the…

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  — FUCK!

  In fright, I threw what little strength I had left towards the voice. I didn’t expect that—it was really scary, but I exceeded my limit. My wounds made themselves known, and I collapsed onto the floor. My legs wouldn’t hold me anymore—I was too weak.

  — Are you alright?!

  — NO, I’M NOT ALRIGHT! Cough-cough, why are you so scary? I’m already on the verge, and you want to kill me…”

  Although I protested, it didn’t last long. Almost immediately, I looked at the voice’s owner.

  — Oh my god…”

  She was a girl of unreal beauty. I was blown away by her figure and anime-like face. Did I fall in love? Why am I silent—am I an idiot? I should say that I’m severely wounded in battle, like in all other anime, show off, and seduce this girl. Yes, she might be my future wife, who knows? Do I want to start this plot line? OF COURSE! Turquoise eyes and dark blue hair, light clothing, a robe—no, a dress, covered in delicate patterns. Oh, great Lord, I really can’t resist! Every man needs a woman, and I’m no exception.

  — You’re badly injured; let me help you up.

  — O-of course.

  Approaching closer, she gently lifted me and dragged me along. It’s amazing that such strength resides in such a frail body. She was five feet three inches tall and weighed no more than one hundred and ten pounds. Where does she get that strength? Oh well, I’ll find out later. She gently helped me sit down on a stool, and I was already anticipating her touching me, my wounds, touching me in general. And yes, I don’t care! I’m a man; any man would like that. Well, unless you’re… not of traditional sexual orientation, then yeah, you probably wouldn’t like it.

  — Please, sit here; I’ll be right back.

  — O-k-a-y ? -I smiled.

  I tried to flirt; I’m sure I succeeded. One hundred percent sure she blushed and that’s why she left, unable to look at me. Surely, she’s going to come back and say, “Sorry, I couldn’t find the right medicine,” or “Sorry that I… I…”. Oh, I already feel it, she’s definitely part of my destiny! We’ll have children—a boy and two girls… What am I saying? I’m not a woman to think about such things. And in general, I…

  — Can you hear me, sweetie?”

  — …

  What? “Sweetie” isn’t her voice… Then whose? Who called me “sweetie” with that voice? It certainly tried to force a feminine voice, but… Looking up, I saw it… Or him… This is fucked up… A guy stood before me, maybe twenty years old. He looked handsome, of course, but his voice gave him away as a man, not a woman.

  — I brought my brother; he’ll help you. My brother is the best doctor in the area, so you don’t have to worry.

  — Wai…

  — It’s okay, Asami, I’ll handle it from here.

  — Okay, brother! If you need anything, I’m here.

  — I’ll handle everything myself. Get some rest; you only work all the time. Girls your age should like guys already, right?

  — BROTHER!

  — Ha-ha, what? It’s natural, and m… Although let’s talk later, go rest.

  — Okay.

  With these words, she started to leave, only casting a farewell glance at me. I was left alone with him. Holy shit… I was left alone with him?! WHY HIM??? Why not my future wife?

  — Well, sweetie, I guess I’ll take care of you.

  — fuck…