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

"Even if he joins, he'll create his own."

"then..."

She drew out the last syllable meaningfully, tilting her head slightly to look at Qingshan, a strange glint flashing in her red pupils: "Then, build a harem."

Aoyama paused, holding the branch in his hand: "Can you be serious for once?"

Am I that kind of person?

Oh, really. Oh, then it's alright.

Kasumigaoka Utaha spread her arms wide, her posture lazy and frank: "I'm being very serious, I'm just stating the facts."

“From the first day we arrived here, you gave us food, sheltered us, and led us to a safe place to stay.”

"According to this logic, you were the one who built this shelter from the very beginning."

"How could someone who can build their own shelter possibly become someone else's subordinate?"

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Yukino: "You think so too, don't you, Yukino?"

Yukino was sitting quietly by the fire, lost in thought.

The moment her name was called, she looked up, her eyes flickering slightly in the firelight.

She paused for two seconds, her voice still in its usual cool tone: "...Kasumigaoka-kun is right."

She paused here, shifting her gaze from the fire to Qingshan.

"...Aoyama is someone who is used to being in control of situations; he won't easily entrust his safety to others."

This is the information she obtained from observing the green hills over the past few days.

Yukino's glance was brief, so brief it seemed like a casual sweep, but her voice was noticeably colder.

"and..."

"I also do not recommend that Aoyama join that gathering place."

Qingshan asked curiously, "Why?"

Izumi Sagiri, who had stopped teasing the big dog, asked, "Is it because of danger?"

"Danger is only part of the reason."

Snow Mother's voice rang out again, her gaze fixed on Green Mountain, her voice gentle and steady: "In this kind of environment, there are usually two situations in which a gathering place can establish order."

"One ideal situation is when everyone voluntarily cooperates and shares the responsibility."

"Another type is where a minority controls most of the resources and uses force to coerce others into submission."

"Judging from the behavior of the two people I encountered today..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

Wearing tattered clothes and without a single decent weapon, they still had to go out to collect supplies.

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded approvingly: "Madam is right. It's not hard to imagine what the people in the settlement will face when they are coerced by force."

Although she knew that Qingshan could not join the settlement, as his woman, it was necessary to remind him.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Izumi Sagiri hunched her shoulders slightly.

That kind of environment must be terrible, right?

"...I...I don't want Brother Qingshan to go to that kind of place."

"Don't worry, I won't go either."

The sound from the green hills was not loud, but it was very calm.

He stopped stirring the fire, the tip of the stick pressed against the ashes, and looked up from the fire, scanning everyone present.

“I never thought about joining another community.”

"I'm just letting you know there might be someone there, so you're not too worried."

"We're going to the beach today to establish our own base, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

His gaze fell on Xue's mother's face, his tone calm and resolute: "I have considered all the issues that Madam is worried about."

"Even if that settlement really exists, it won't affect us."

"I will maintain vigilance and defense around the base to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Also, he's the kind of person who likes to nip any threat in the bud.

They'll either move to another location or they'll break through directly.

"Green hills..."

When Lady Yukinoshita met his gaze, something seemed to be quietly melting in her gentle eyes.

She slightly curved the corners of her mouth, her voice softer than before: "...Yes, we believe you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue, her tone carrying her usual languidness: "As expected of Aoyama-kun, I really want to write you into my book."

"?"

Aoyama glanced at her but didn't say anything, then turned his gaze to Yukino.

Yukino lowered her eyelids, the firelight illuminating her fair profile, the two red ribbons swaying slightly beside her ears.

Her lips moved, as if she were organizing her thoughts.

After a long while, she said in a deliberately calm voice, "...Then it's settled, I won't go."

Looking at her, Aoyama thought Yukino was somewhat interesting.

This simple sentence revealed her feelings at that moment.

"Yes, it's settled."

Aoyama gave a brief reply, then turned to Sagiri: "Don't worry, we won't separate."

A thin layer of moisture floated in Sawu's tense blue eyes.

She nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Qingshan glanced at the sky outside and said, "Alright, now that we've talked it out, let's go to sleep early."

"Aren't we moving tomorrow?"

Feeling a bit stuffy, he took off his shirt, stood up, and stretched, his bones making a slight cracking sound.

Looking at that handsome profile, his arms and abdomen bulging with powerful, taut muscles...

"..."

Yuki, Yukino, and Sage all unconsciously turned their faces away.

As for Kasumigaoka Utaha, she stared intently, thoroughly enjoying the sight.

Upon noticing that Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing had become heavier, Aoyama said, "We have a long way to go tomorrow, so it's more important to get some rest."

“This isn’t like you, Aoyama-kun.” Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly withdrew her gaze.

Is that so?

Izumi Sagiri stood up from the ground and patted off non-existent dust from the hem of her clothes.

She shooed the big dog to the haystack laid out in the corner, squatted down, and patted its head: "Go to sleep, we're moving tomorrow."

"Chirp~!"

The Feathered Tyrannosaurus rubbed its head against her palm and made a soft humming sound.

Sawu patted its head again, then stood up and walked to her stall.

Yukino stood up, and the two red ribbons in her long black hair swayed slightly.

She turned and walked towards her shop, but stopped after taking two steps.

Without turning around, he simply kept his back to the scorching sun, maintaining a deliberately calm demeanor: "Qingshan-kun, tomorrow... I will try my best to help."

"Ah."

Aoyama was taking out the things he had brought back from his backpack and organizing them one by one when he heard this, and responded with a reply:

"We'll talk about it later."

Yukino stood there for a second, then walked away.

Snow Mother tidied up the bowls beside the fire and added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire.

The firelight cast a warm glow on her profile. She straightened up, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Qingshan, who was tidying up his backpack.

"Aoyama-kun, I have filled the water jug."

"Yes, thank you, Madam."

Qingshan didn't even look up, continuing to organize the things in his bag.

The firelight cast long shadows on the cave walls.

The veil had already shrunk into the bedding, leaving only the top of her silver-white hair and a small section of her fair forehead showing.

Yukino lay on her side with her back to the fire, her posture upright and restrained.

Kasumigaoka Utaha lay down in the pile of bear fur, gazing at the rock patterns on the cave ceiling, lost in thought.

Aoyama put the last item into his backpack, zipped it up, and sat down next to his stall.

"It's getting cold again now. The climate is so unpredictable."

He looked up at the fire, which was still burning.

The heat emanating from the fire kept the cave at a warm and comfortable temperature.

His gaze shifted, landing on their various sleeping positions before returning to his own.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll be living at the new base."

Chapter 65: Daikubu, I'm the strongest! [Image]

The midday sun hung overhead, making the entire forest bright and hot.

The fire in the shelter had gone out, leaving only a small pile of grayish-white embers, emitting faint wisps of blue smoke.

Lady Yukinoshita stood at the cave entrance, her gaze lingering on the "small hill" for at least ten seconds before she slowly blinked.

"Aoyama-kun... are you sure you can carry it?"

Her voice remained gentle, but the ending note rose slightly.

That was the shock she tried her best to control, but still couldn't completely suppress.

"No matter how you look at it, you can't possibly memorize this..."

It was a large bundle of supplies tightly bound together with vines.

At the bottom was the bear skin, a large roll bound together with hay and bark fibers, topped with piles of smoked bear and pork.

A large circle of pots, pans, and ladles was stacked on top, secured with a lot of vines and wooden sticks.

The entire "smoked meat backpack" looks just like a moving little hill!

"Really?"

Under their stunned gazes, Qingshan calmly picked it up and tossed it around.

"It's alright, not too heavy."

He casually replied, then bent down and stuffed the last few items into the gap.

The movement was so effortless, it was like putting snacks into a shopping bag.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth:

"...You call this little hill not too heavy?"

Today she changed into a set of casual clothes that were easy to move in, and her long black hair was tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, revealing her slender and fair neck.

His red pupils narrowed slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the green hill and the small hill on his shoulder, his lips curving into a slightly mocking arc.

"Lord Aoyama, tell me honestly...did you secretly eat some kind of spiritual fruit that can increase your strength without telling us?"