Born in the Wrong Era

"What is this pressure?"

I was debating whether to drop the space colony, the nuclear core, onto the Earth🌍️, but I was stopped by that guy.

"Damn it! Amuro!"

It is frustrating, but I was born in the wrong era.
Amuro is not in this era. Apparently, there was a singer named Namie Amuro, but,

"There is no diva who can rival Lalah's singing voice!"

Lalah is not here. To protect me from Amuro's attack, she became a shield and scattered her fleeting life as space debris.

Immediately after that, an enchanting woman at the reception desk calls my name.

"Mr. Char, Mr. Char Aznable."

She is the spitting image of Nanai, whom I held madly in my arms on the flagship Rewloola to heal my body and soul as I grieved after Lalah's death, and she continues, beckoning me.

"Please enter Examination Room 2."

I wondered whether I should stand up, but I stand up here.

"Ugh."

The pain is intense. Deep in my buttocks.
The Red Zaku, Rick Dias, Hyaku Shiki, Sazabi, Nightingale. That sensation from when I used to pilot my beloved machines is...

"It's different again. Is this... a Newtype ability?"

When I look up, the receptionist who looks exactly like Nanai walks over and says,

"Um, do you have your My Number Card?"

"My Number Card?"

I flinch. I have no idea what she is talking about, and to me, who is completely confused, she says one thing.

"Well, later. Can you stand?"

"No problem."

I brushed off her concern and stood up, but it still hurt.

It really hurts.

"You look like you're in pain, though?"

Because she was so persistently worried, I muttered my own way of acting tough.

"No, it's just because I'm a brat."

"A brat? Well, um, it's straight ahead to the second examination room. Excuse me."

Saying that, she walked away. I continued walking, remembering the 'One Year War' where I fought Amuro, but still...

"It hurts."

According to the doctor's diagnosis, it seems to be a condition called hemorrhoids. Come to think of it, back when I used the alias Quattro Bajeena in the 'AEUG', Apolly and Roberto also...

"What are you doing?"

At that moment, the thin-faced male doctor giving the diagnosis examined my buttocks thoroughly. Because the symptoms had progressed and the affected area was severely inflamed, his tone became sharp, but it was a voice I had heard somewhere before.

"Captain Bright... no, that can't be right."

"The barrage is too thin. What are you doing?"

As I turned around reflexively, the male doctor, whose voice sounded exactly like Bright's, laughed and said,

"I sound like him, don't I?"

"Who knows?"

However, there is one thing I have realized. This world is not an anime. It is reality. It is no mistake that I was born in the wrong era.

(End)