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

He witnessed this boy in school uniform pierce a grown man's heart with a steel bar in just two or three seconds, and then throw him away like trash.

That kind of power and speed is simply beyond the capabilities of normal humans!

"A monster...it's definitely a monster!"

"No...don't kill me..." The backpacker suddenly knelt down, his knees hitting the wet, muddy ground, splashing mud all over his face.

He clasped his hands together and pleaded incoherently, "I...I'll give you everything! Everything!"

"There's canned food, compressed biscuits, medicine, and water in my backpack... I'll give you everything! Just let me go! Just let me go!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took the backpack off his back, pushing it over with trembling hands as if it were a hot potato.

Aoyama glanced at the backpack.

It was bulging, and the zipper wasn't fully zipped up, so you could see that it was indeed stuffed with a lot of things.

Then his gaze returned to the man with the backpack.

This person's left arm is bleeding. Although the injury is not fatal, it will become infected sooner or later if left untreated in this environment.

If we let him go, given his condition, he probably won't survive long in this forest.

"and...."

Aoyama thought of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

For both him and Kasumigaoka Utaha, these restless people were destabilizing factors.

Aoyama smiled and said calmly, "Fool! Even if I kill you, all these things will still be mine!"

"Ugh?!"

The man with the backpack was completely stunned.

"Wait..."

Aoyama took a step forward, his long sword drawing a silver arc in his hand.

A minute later, a bulging hiking backpack appeared in his bag.

Two more corpses appeared behind him.

Qingshan squatted down and opened the backpack to check it over.

The contents of the backpack caught his eye.

"Three cans of food, two packs of compressed biscuits, a small first aid kit containing bandages, iodine, several strips of antibiotics, a signal gun, and two signal flares."

In addition, he found something unexpected in a hidden compartment at the bottom of his backpack.

A folded waterproof map with several points marked in red.

One of the locations is near the coastline on the south side of the island, with a few crooked words written next to it: 'Gathering Place' and 'Resource Point'.

"...As expected, it wasn't just me and Kasumigaoka Utaha who time-traveled."

Aoyama folded the map and put it in his pocket, then stuffed everything back into his backpack, including the packs of compressed biscuits and canned food.

He stood up, carrying two weapons: a longsword and a steel bar.

Carrying a backpack that was packed full, I walked back the way I came.

He took two steps and then stopped, turning back to look at the two corpses lying on the muddy ground.

The others on this island need to be careful.

He withdrew his gaze and strode into the depths of the dense forest.

.......

Qingshan's pace was much faster than when he arrived.

After walking for about half an hour, he saw the outline of the shelter.

The fire was still burning, its orange-red light shining through from below.

"...I'm back."

When he entered the shelter, Kasumigaoka Utaha was sitting against the stone wall.

She had put her school uniform jacket back on, her black hair was loose over her shoulders, and her complexion was much better than yesterday. Although it was still a little pale, it no longer had that unhealthy flush.

Hearing his voice, she looked up.

Then she saw the long sword in Aoyama's hand, the bulging new backpack on his back, and the dark red stains on his cuffs that had been washed away by water but were still visible.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's pupils contracted slightly.

“…”

But her gaze lingered on that dark red color for only a moment before she looked away.

She didn't ask what it was, nor did she ask what had happened.

She simply looked at Aoyama and said softly, "Welcome back, Aoyama-kun."

"Are you hungry? I've heated up the meat."

Aoyama stood at the entrance of the shelter, paused for two seconds, and then nodded: "Okay, drink the medicine first. I found the herbs."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curved slightly, but she didn't ask any further questions.

She quietly accepted the Bupleurum and Perilla he offered, and then watched him sit down by the fire. The unease in her heart finally disappeared.

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Chapter 12: Kasumigaoka Utaha is wearing it?

Aoyama sat by the fire, tearing the smoked crocodile meat into small pieces and chewing slowly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat opposite him, holding the thermos in her hands, sipping the perilla leaves steeped in hot water.

After drinking half a cup, her complexion became noticeably rosier.

"How do you feel?" Aoyama asked.

"Much better than this morning."

"My head isn't as dizzy anymore, and my body doesn't feel as heavy. The herbs you found really work."

Kasumigaoka Utaha put down the cup, bent her knees, and hugged herself with both hands.

"Both Bupleurum and Perilla are effective in reducing fever and dispelling cold. Drinking them for two days should make you feel completely better."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, her gaze falling on the bulging new hiking backpack beside Aoyama.

She looked at him for a few seconds, then spoke up: "Aoyama-kun, you went out today...and met someone else, right?"

Aoyama didn't hide anything: "Two men, one chasing and hacking at the other."

He briefly recounted the situation he had encountered that day.

The backpacker was being chased by the man with the long knife. The man with the long knife tried to recruit him to share the supplies, but the backpacker fought back and dealt with the man with the long knife, and then took care of the backpacker as well.

He spoke very calmly.

But as Kasumigaoka Utaha listened, her fingers unconsciously tightened around the thermos.

"You...killed them both?"

"Ah."

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained silent for a moment.

She did not show any fear, nor did she ask for further details.

She quietly processed the information, then whispered, "Do they want to hurt you?"

"The man with the long knife wanted to use me, and the man with the backpack wanted to drag me down with him."

"and...."

Aoyama paused for a moment: "I'm worried they'll find this shelter."

“You’re all alone here, and you’re not fully recovered from your illness. It would be very dangerous if you ran into any of them.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment.

Then she lowered her head, a very faint smile curving her lips.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her gaze fixed on the campfire, and her voice softened considerably: "So, you did it for me?"

Instead of answering the question, Qingshan took out a folded waterproof map from his pocket and spread it out on the ground between the two of them.

"Let's get down to business."

"I found this in the backpacker's inner pocket."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze shifted to the map.

It was a simple, hand-drawn map, the edges of which were badly worn, clearly having been folded many times.

The map marks a point near the southern coastline, circled in red, with a few crooked words written next to it.

"Gathering point, resource point?" Kasumigaoka Utaha bent down to examine it carefully, her black hair falling down, the ends of her hair brushing against the surface of the map.

Qingshan said calmly, "It's not just the two of us who came here."

"Those two men must have come from that settlement."

"Judging from their condition, that place is probably in chaos."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up at him: "Which settlement do you want to go to?"

Aoyama Tanzan: "Food and tools, these are my goals."

"Of course, if we can find a ship there, we'll have a chance to leave the island."

“However…” Aoyama glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Although her complexion had improved considerably, her lips were still somewhat pale, and her posture was not as relaxed as usual, clearly indicating that she was still struggling with the remaining signs of illness.

"We'll talk about it when you're better."

"In your current state, you can't go very far."

"Moreover, according to the map, the south bank is at least half a day's walk from here."

"If you encounter other people on the way, it will be troublesome if you can't run."

Although he could kill everyone in one go, it was uncertain whether Kasumigaoka Utaha's body could withstand it.

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head: "Does Aoyama-kun mean... I'm a burden?"

“No.” Aoyama looked at her calmly.

"If a teammate is not in good condition, we should wait until the teammate recovers before taking any action."

“…That’s a decent statement.” Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered, lowering her eyelids, her ears turning slightly red.

She turned her gaze back to the map, pretending to be studying the markings carefully.

"So these two people came from the settlement, right? The fact that they're running outwards suggests there might have been a conflict there, or people are fighting over resources."

"If the gathering place is really in complete chaos, then it would not be a wise choice for us to rush in."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's finger traced across the map: "But we can observe the surrounding area first, if there's still normal order there..."

Aoyama nodded: "My thoughts are the same as yours."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curved slightly, a hint of satisfaction appearing on her pale face.

She folded the map and pushed it back in front of Qingshan, then hugged her knees again, resting her chin on her arm, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fire.

“…”

The two remained silent for a while.

Aoyama bent down to tidy up the supplies in the hiking backpack, sorting the canned goods and compressed biscuits according to their expiration dates.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat opposite, her gaze aimlessly sweeping across every corner of the shelter.

At that moment, Aoyama was sitting right across from her.

"I don't know if he noticed... I've already put my underwear back on."