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

"That monster is right behind us! You'll die if you stop here!"

"But I really can't run anymore..."

The kneeling person raised their head, revealing a thin face with high cheekbones, chapped lips, and sunken eyes.

"We've been running for about an hour... I can't go on..."

The other man wanted to say something, but before he could utter a word, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His gaze went past his companion's shoulder and straight into the depths of the dense forest behind him, his pupils suddenly dilating.

His lips trembled and opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.

"..."

The man kneeling on the ground noticed his unusual behavior and slowly turned his head away.

Then he froze.

"The monster...that monster is catching up..."

Aoyama's gaze shifted from the two survivors to the figure emerging from the forest behind them...

"Was that a young girl?"

"Still wearing our school uniform?"

She emerged from the shadows of the dense forest with steady and composed steps.

Sunlight filtered through the tree canopy, casting deep shadows on her and outlining her tall and slender figure.

She was wearing a sailor uniform, and her deep purple hair was tied into a high ponytail, swaying gently with her movements, the ends of her hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.

She held a samurai sword in her hand.

The blade is long and slender, with a cold metallic sheen. Dark red liquid drips slowly from the tip, seeping into the soil and leaving dark dots.

"Hehehe..."

The girl walked at a moderate pace, her steps steady and silent, like a beast that had already locked onto its prey.

Her facial features were particularly clear at the intersection of light and shadow.

It was a remarkably beautiful face, with delicate and sharp features, fair skin, and lips pressed together with a cold, expressionless line.

What truly caught Qingshan's eye was her pair of eyes.

Deep within those eyes lurked an almost ruthless calmness and a hint of madness.

Her eyes were extremely calm, but beneath that calmness lurked a chilling excitement.

"Like a hunter's uncontrollable excitement when he sees his prey?"

Standing on high ground, Qingshan quietly watched this scene, and made a judgment in his heart: "This girl's eyes... are not right."

At this moment, the two men were terrified.

"Run...run!!!"

The man kneeling on the ground tried to stand up and run away, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and after struggling a couple of times, he fell to the ground again.

The other one turned and tried to run into the bushes on the other side, but he had only taken two steps when the girl moved.

"die!"

She is extremely fast.

It took less than a blink of an eye for her to go from still to full speed. She swept across the ground like a purple shadow, and the fallen leaves in the forest were swirled up and fell again by the airflow at her feet.

She caught up with the fleeing man, and a flash of light appeared.

There were no unnecessary movements, no building up of energy; everything was so smooth and silky!

"what--!"

The man screamed, staggered forward two steps, and then slowly collapsed to the ground.

A long tear ran down the back of his clothes, the edges were neat, and there wasn't even a loose thread.

The girl barely paused before sheathing her knife, turning to face the man who was still kneeling on the ground, completely devoid of any will to resist.

Her movements were clean and efficient, with no extra time or effort between each step.

"We were just following orders from our boss to arrest those women... Please don't kill me!"

"I'll give you anything! Food, supplies, all the things I have on me! Please..."

The man kneeling on the ground struggled to move backward, his hands bracing against the ground, his knees leaving drag marks on the floor, his voice no longer human.

The girl looked down at him, her eyes showing neither pity nor anger.

She simply looked at him calmly, as if he were something destined to disappear.

"Do you have any other supplies?" Her voice came down from above, clear and cold, without any inflection.

The man kneeling on the ground spoke in a trembling voice, daring not to conceal anything in the slightest.

"Supplies...supplies are all at the gathering point!"

"But the settlement is heavily guarded...we can't take our supplies out..."

The girl's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

She didn't speak, but slightly raised the tip of the knife, pressing it against the man's throat.

"I really didn't lie to you! Please... spare my life..."

"I have a wife and children; they're waiting for me to come back..."

The man cried loudly, tears streaming down his thin cheeks, leaving two streaks on his mud-covered face.

"You don't have a wife or children." The girl's voice remained flat, revealing no emotion.

"When faced with the threat of death, a person's first reaction is to survive."

The man's expression froze on his face.

How did she find out... I don't have a wife or children?

"and..."

The girl tilted her head slightly, as if recalling something. "When you were stealing food, you beat up a woman who had been starving for two days. You seemed to be laughing happily at the time?"

The man opened and closed his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

"You villain, you deserve to die!"

The girl didn't give him any more chances to speak.

The blade fell cleanly and swiftly.

"Snap—!"

She sheathed the knife, its tip pointing towards the ground, dark red droplets sliding down the blade and leaving tiny marks in the dust.

The entire process, from her appearance to her end, took only a little over a minute.

"Your swordsmanship is quite good."

Aoyama stood on the high rock face, looking down at the scene below.

His expression remained unchanged, and his hand holding the fire axe was quite relaxed.

But his gaze remained fixed on the girl, and from the moment she appeared until the end of the battle, not a single movement escaped his eyes.

He made his first judgment: "Very fast, highly skilled with the sword, no unnecessary movements in the strikes, and the transition between sheathing the sword and turning is almost instantaneous."

Chapter 63: Luckily, I'm not an ordinary person, not even human. [Image]

"If an ordinary person encountered her, they would probably have no chance to resist."

"However, thankfully I'm not an ordinary person, or even a human being."

He also noticed another detail.

After killing the two people, the girl did not leave immediately.

She bent down and searched through the two corpses.

She gathered the small bag of dry food and the knife she had found together and neatly stuffed them into the cloth bag at her side.

It was a scavenging action so skillful it was almost instinctive, as if he had done it countless times.

"Isn't this just looting? Why is it like a game?"

Aoyama stood on high ground, quietly observing her without making a sound or moving.

Then, the girl suddenly paused.

She was tucking the knife she had found into her belt when, as if sensing something unusual, she paused in mid-air.

Then she straightened up and slowly raised her head.

"Someone?"

Her gaze traveled upwards, past the treetops and falling leaves, ever upwards.

Finally, the focus was locked on the black figure standing atop the rock face, more than twenty meters away.

"Is anyone there after all..."

She saw the green hills.

Aoyama was also looking at her.

The two people stood facing each other in the dappled sunlight through the forest, more than twenty meters apart.

"He's very strong!"

Saeko Busujima's body tensed slightly the moment she looked up.

Her right hand was still on the hilt of the knife, and her fingertips could almost feel the rough texture of the rope wrapped around the hilt.

Her gaze swept over Qingshan with incredible speed, capturing all the key information in less than two seconds.

"This man is dangerous..."

The man was dressed in black, with some mud and dust on his clothes, and looked like someone who often traveled in the wild.

He carried a bow and quiver on his back, a machete at his waist, and a fire axe in his right hand, its blade gleaming dimly in the sunlight.

He was tall and sturdy with broad shoulders, and his center of gravity was very stable when he stood.

What Saeko Busujima found most striking was his nonchalant and relaxed demeanor.

"What on earth is going on with this guy?"

Beneath that calm lay an immense indifference, as if there were few things in the world that could truly make him nervous or concerned.

Saeko Busujima has seen many kinds of eyes.

She had seen fear, despair, greed, madness, and numbness.

In countless battles, she had read all sorts of emotions in her opponents' eyes.

Those emotions are magnified to the extreme at the moment of life and death, like an unhideable mirror, reflecting a person's truest self.

But she read very little in Aoyama's eyes.

No, I should say there's not much to read.

Or rather, she prefers to call this state "God's perspective"!

It's like playing a game; he doesn't care whether the NPCs in the game die or not.

This person is unlike anyone she has ever met before.

Saeko Busujima thought to herself, "Just looking at his stance, he's terrifyingly strong!"

Her fingers tightened slightly on the hilt of the knife, her body remained tense, and her right foot took a half step back, a ready stance for a sudden burst of power.

Saeko Busujima's eyes remained expressionless as she met Aoyama's gaze from afar.

Qingshan tilted his head slightly and glanced to the side; the blade of the fire axe reflected a thin beam of light in the sunlight.

"She's that perceptive? How did she notice me like that?"

"The response was quite fast, even faster than I expected."