Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

"This child...has been quietly making sacrifices."

But she simply accepted it all without a care in the world.

"What can I do for him?"

Snow Mother's fingertips stopped on the rim of the bowl.

Her gaze fell on the steaming bowl of porridge, the steam rising and dissipating in the morning light.

"If I want him to have no worries, I should also become stronger."

And Sagiri and Aoyama.

Although she didn't say anything, her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, tired body, and hickey on her neck yesterday... were enough to say it all.

"Even the misty haze has already taken that step..."

"On the contrary, I've been stuck in the same place."

Snow Mother shook her head slightly, as if mocking herself.

She then recalled the hand that had been under her buttocks when Qingshan carried her on his back even earlier.

It was just a last resort, but the warm touch made her heart race.

"and..."

"Yukino needs to become stronger too."

Her gaze fell on Yukino, who was not far away.

Yukino's movements were as focused and quiet as ever, but there was a hint of absent-mindedness in that quietness.

Xue Mu watched for a while, then looked away and lowered her eyelids.

"For Yukino... and for myself..."

"I really should make some changes."

She finished the last sip of soup, put the bowl on the stove, and stood up.

Aoyama looked up and glanced at her.

"Madam, do you need my help?"

"No need, Mr. Aoyama, please enjoy your meal."

Snow Mother turned around and smiled slightly at him.

That smile was gentle and clear, no different from usual, yet it seemed to have an extra layer of something.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had chopped a pile of firewood, stood up and stretched.

She walked to Qingshan's side, leaned down slightly, and whispered something in his ear.

"Aoyama-kun... you can handle things with Sageri yourself."

After she finished speaking, she straightened up.

I picked up some wild vegetables and fed them to the two pheasants that were enclosed in a fence.

As for the Feathered Tyrannosaurus Rex, which was already the size of a calf, it was happily gnawing on the bone.

Qingshan sat on the rock, watching her walk away, and then glanced at the misty haze whose gaze was wandering around.

He sighed softly: "Today is another busy day."

After finishing the remaining meat soup in his bowl, Qingshan stood up and helped Xue's mother clear away the dishes.

Sage sat on a wooden stool, sipping her meat soup, her gaze fixed on Kasumigaoka Utaha's figure.

She watched as she effortlessly chopped open log after log, watched as she neatly stacked the chopped firewood, watched as she completed all this with steady breathing and an unchanging expression.

"call--!"

Shawu looked down at her slender hands, then looked up again, her eyes filled with determination.

"I want to become stronger too!"

She put down the bowl, took a few steps toward the green hills, and then stopped.

"Brother Qingshan..."

Her voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Aoyama put down the bowl in his hand and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Shawu stood a few steps away, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress, her cheeks flushed a distinct pink, but her light blue eyes held an unusual seriousness.

"I...I want to be like Sister Shiyu!"

"I also want Brother Qingshan to help me become stronger!"

As she finished speaking, her voice grew softer and softer, almost turning into a muffled murmur.

Aoyama looked into her azure eyes, which were filled with determination and shyness, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"okay, I get it."

Aoyama's answer was so straightforward that Sagiri was clearly taken aback.

Her already fair and rosy face turned even redder.

Even the green hills are afraid she'll emit smoke.

"So tonight..."

Her voice was so soft, almost like a mosquito buzzing.

Looking at her expression, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground, Qingshan spoke gently but with a hint of helplessness.

"We'll talk about it tonight. Go and finish your breakfast first."

"Uh-huh!!"

As if granted a pardon, Sha Wu picked up her bowl, lowered her head, and pretended to be intently drinking her soup.

But her bright red little ears betrayed her feelings at that moment.

After all, she was the one who invited me...

Kasumigaoka Utaha, whose hearing had also been enhanced, stood by the fence, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Looks like tonight's going to be quite lively!"

"How about joining midway?"

She murmured something to herself.

The sunlight rose higher and higher, illuminating the entire Crescent Bay until it was crystal clear and bright.

A new day has begun.

Chapter 79: Is that a Titanoboa? [Image]

"It's time to set off."

He bent down and picked up the fire axe, with a machete at his waist and a composite bow on his back.

"Aoyama-kun, are you going out again today?"

Snow Mother's voice came from the stove, carrying a hint of concerned gentleness.

She was spreading out the washed wild vegetable leaves to dry on the stone slab, her fingers still wet with water droplets.

Aoyama turned his head to the side: "Let's walk south along the coastline and explore that forest area over there."

"While you're at it, let's see if there really is a human settlement here."

When he mentioned the words "gathering place," his tone was rather flat.

However, Snow Mother discerned something different in it.

It seems that Aoyama-kun has already decided to kill, wanting to nip those potential threats in the bud.

As the former head of the family, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Be careful on the road."

Snow Mother didn't say much, she just nodded.

She noticed the wrinkles on Qingshan's clothes and wanted to reach out to straighten them, but she stopped herself.

"Ah."

Qingshan responded and started to leave.

"Aoyama-kun——!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice came from the other side of the fence.

She was squatting on the ground, teasing the feathered tyrannosaurus that had grown to the size of a calf.

Hearing that he was leaving, she immediately turned around.

His red pupils narrowed slightly in the morning light, and a meaningful smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't forget to come back soon."

"There's not much to do today, but... I have plans for tonight."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted almost imperceptibly toward the door of the wooden house.

Izumi Sagiri, who was standing to the side, originally wanted to say something as her 'wife'.

Upon hearing Kasumigaoka Utaha's words, she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Aoyama looked at the two of them and smiled slightly: "Understood."

With Kasumigaoka Utaha there, and the highly lethal fish crossbow, the base is very safe.

A feathered tyrannosaurus the size of a bull calf can be considered to have some fighting power, though not much.

Moreover, humans alone are no match for Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Even powerful predators, as long as they are carbon-based creatures, will die when faced with the fish crossbow.

"By the way, Shiyu, catch a few more coconut crabs when you have time."

“We can also collect creatures we’ve never seen before.”

"No problem, Aoyama-kun."

Aoyama nodded and turned to walk south along the coastline.

...

After walking for about an hour, Qingshan entered a forest.

After passing through a low shrub belt, the path underfoot gradually became rugged.

Qingshan walked at a moderate pace, each step firm and steady.

His all-seeing ability spread outwards from him, covering 360 degrees without blind spots, monitoring every inch of land and the shadows of every bush.

"It's quiet here."

He muttered something to himself, his eyes scanning the area ahead warily.

The forest was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional bird calls from afar.

There were some small animal tracks on the ground, but no traces of large animals or human activity.

"It's a bit too quiet."

He was very familiar with this feeling.

As you continue walking through the green hills, the terrain gradually rises, and the trees become taller and thicker.

The canopy here is much denser than in the areas we passed through before, and sunlight can hardly penetrate through.

After walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at the edge of a relatively open valley.

The view suddenly opened up considerably, the trees became sparser, and the ground was covered with knee-high wild grass.

Aoyama stopped and used his omniscient vision to carefully scan the area.