human
Subaru:  "Wallet…check. Cell phone…check. My corn soup chips and cup ramen are also here. My tracksuit and sneakers are at zero damage, and of course…" Subaru lifted up the hem of his tracksuit top and twisted around this way and that to look at his back.
gpt
Subaru:  There were no scars or any other traces of a wound on his back, around by his hips, or around the front of his abdomen.
human
Subaru:  There wasn’t a knife sticking out of him, or anything else unusual.
gpt
Subaru:  “Phew. Good. There’s no greater embarrassment for a swordsman than getting stabbed in the back. As someone who did kendo in middle school, even if I take a wrong turn off the road when it comes to life, I can’t let myself lose the way of the swordsman.” The sun was high in the sky and a gentle breeze brushed up against Subaru’s skin. People bustled about, back and forth on the main street, and yet again that same lizard cart passed by.
human
Subaru:  “Well, with this much circumstantial evidence, I’ve got no choice but to accept this, do I? It’s a little bit hard to believe, but…” All of the wounds on Subaru’s body had disappeared; the rips and bloodstains on his tracksuit were gone as well.
gpt
Subaru:  In Subaru’s hands, inside that plastic convenience store back were his unopened chips, waiting for Subaru to eat them.
human
Subaru:  “So, it’s one of those things, huh…” He put his hand that had been up against his jaw out in front of him, and then snapped his fingers so that everyone on the street could see him.
gpt
Subaru:  “Whenever I die, I start back at square one in my initial state. At least, that’s the way it seems.” Subaru had thought that his theory was stupid before, but he finally decided to accept it.