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

Could it be that Aoyama-kun gained this power after eating bear meat?

Why am I eating the same food but not seeing any changes?

"you guess."

Instead of giving a direct answer, Qingshan picked up a machete and a fire axe.

Yukino stood not far away, carrying a backpack on her back containing a change of clothes and some medicine.

She held a long knife in her hand, her posture upright and straight. Her gaze was fixed on the small hill on Qingshan's shoulder, and she didn't look away for several seconds.

Yukino pursed her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

"...Aoyama-kun, if you are tired, you can stop and rest at any time."

She finally said this.

"Don't worry, I'm not tired."

Aoyama smiled at her, revealing a set of white teeth: "Taikubu, I'm the strongest."

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes speechlessly.

Where did this brat come from? What kind of childish talk is this?

"As expected of Brother Aoyama..."

Izumi Sagiri stood at the far end, her long silver-white hair loosely tied behind her head with a light brown hairband.

Those light blue eyes shimmered with a subtle azure light in the sunlight.

She carried a composite bow on her back and two small pheasants, occasionally looking up at the small hill that Qingshan was carrying.

"Brother Qingshan... looks like an ant moving house."

"Ants?"

Aoyama turned his head to look at her: "Am I a worker ant or a soldier ant?"

Sawu tilted her head and thought seriously for a moment, her cheeks puffing out slightly: "It's...it's the most capable soldier ant!"

"Is she the most capable? I think so too."

Upon hearing Aoyama's words, Izumi Sagiri paused for a moment before realizing the ambiguity in his words.

She hurriedly lowered her head, shifting her gaze to the ground at her feet. Silver-white hair slipped from her shoulders, completely obscuring her burning cheeks.

Kasumigaoka Utaha burst out laughing: "Sagiri, you certainly know how to pick adjectives."

"No...that's not what I meant..."

The sound of the mist grew fainter and fainter, like a small balloon that had been punctured.

"I just wanted to say... Brother Aoyama is very strong!"

"Yes, everyone knows he's...very strong."

Kasumigaoka Utaha deliberately emphasized the last two words in a meaningful way, her red eyes slightly narrowed.

"Aoyama... are we getting ready to set off?"

Snow Mother, who was also carrying a lot of things, coughed lightly, interrupting her at the right time.

Snow Mother wore dark gray trousers and a pale white shirt. Her long hair was casually tied up with a hairpin, with a few strands hanging down beside her ears.

She stood in the sunlight, her curves graceful and her posture upright.

The mountain love, though bound, remains full.

From behind, you can see her full, rounded buttocks, outlining the curve of a full moon.

Snow Mother's voice was gentle, like a warm afternoon breeze: "Aoyama-kun, are you sure you don't need to rest a little longer before setting off?"

"no need."

Qingshan stretched his arms, and the small hill remained firmly on his shoulder without even wobbling.

"Let's take advantage of the good weather and leave early so we can get there sooner."

"If you get tired along the way, just tell me, and you can stop and rest anytime."

"???"

Xue Mu opened her warm, red lips, but in the end, she didn't insist any further.

They're carrying so little stuff, they must be so tired.

She turned and looked around the shelter where she had stayed for several days, her gaze lingering on the 'bed' for a moment before looking away.

"Then let's set off."

Qingshan led the way, carrying a mountain of supplies on his shoulder, yet his steps remained steady.

As he walked, he used his machete to clear away some vines and bushes that were slightly blocking his way, making a relatively easy path for the people behind him.

Snow Mother followed behind him.

Snow Mother carried a bulging backpack on her back, the shoulder straps leaving two ripped marks on the shirt fabric.

She walked steadily, her steps small but rhythmic, occasionally glancing to the side to check her surroundings, her gaze very alert.

Next is Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She carried another, slightly smaller backpack, and a signal gun was slung at her side, its holster secured to her belt with a thin rope.

Her steps were slightly larger than Yukino's, and every few steps she would turn her head to look at the small hill on Aoyama's shoulder, and then make an ambiguous "tsk" sound.

"Shiyu-nee, what's wrong?" Izumi Sagiri, who was following behind her, asked softly.

"It's nothing."

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her gaze, her red pupils flickering slightly among the shadows of the trees.

"I just feel that... our classmate Aoyama is getting stronger and stronger, which is frightening."

Shawu tilted her head: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Of course it's a good thing."

Kasumigaoka Utaha curled the corners of her lips, turned her head to look at her, and lowered her voice: "It's just that... with his strength, we're going to be busy from now on."

"What are you busy with?"

"...I won't tell you."

Shawu blinked her light blue eyes, looking confused, but didn't ask any further questions.

After all, she wasn't the kind of person who could always grasp the deeper meaning of Kasumigaoka Utaha's words.

She was led by a rope made of two thin vines, with a bobtail tied to it, and she would occasionally bury her head to sniff the dead leaves by the roadside.

"Chirp chirp~~!"

Yukino walked at the very back, responsible for covering the rear.

She gripped the long sword in her right hand, her steps calm and swift.

Every now and then, she would look back at the line of people in front of her, scanning the path behind her to make sure that nothing was following them.

"Safety."

With its 360-degree panoramic view, even if you're at the very front, you can still capture the surrounding activity at any time.

The group continued their journey through the forest, stopping and starting intermittently.

...

The layers of tree canopy overhead filtered most of the sunlight into dappled light and shadow, which fell on the soft humus soil beneath our feet.

The air was filled with the damp scent of earth, and occasionally, a few unidentified roars could be heard coming from the distant forest.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Qingshan stopped to rest.

He leaned the small hill on his shoulder against the trunk of a thick, old tree, took the water pouch handed to him by Snow Mother, took a sip, and then looked around at the fishy-smelling...

"Tired?"

"It's alright." Yukino's voice came from the back of the group, clear and calm.

Shawu squatted on the ground, gently scratching the Feathered Tyrannosaurus's chin with her fingers. The little guy squinted its eyes in comfort, making a gloomy 'gurgling' sound from its throat.

She looked up, a hint of seriousness in her light blue eyes: "Brother Qingshan should be resting, you've been carrying so much stuff."

Aoyama chuckled, "I'm really not tired."

As he spoke, he looked down again to inspect the 'mountain of supplies' at his feet.

The vines didn't come loose, and the pots and pans were all firmly held in place.

The fishy chanting of pickled vegetables and the simmering of fish

Qingshan hoisted the entire hill back onto his shoulder and took the lead, saying, "Let's keep going, there's still a long way to go."

The team set off again.

After passing through a grove of low bushes, the trees ahead began to thin out, and the grass on the ground gradually shortened.

Sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting warm beams of light on the ground and illuminating the dust particles in the air.

Xue Mu walked behind Qingshan, her gaze fixed on his back.

She noticed the lines of his back muscles, flowing smoothly and firmly beneath his clothes as he moved.

It's constantly releasing hormones that are sure to dazzle your senses.

Suddenly, Yuki-mama said, "Aoyama-kun."

"Hmm?" Aoyama didn't turn around, but he slowed his pace slightly.

"Once we reach the new base, please feel free to ask if there's anything I can help you with."

Aoyama turned his head and glanced at her: "Madam has been a great help during this time."

Snow Mother was slightly taken aback, then smiled gently and calmly: "What I did was just some small things like cooking and mending."

Qingshan turned back and continued clearing the way, his voice carrying over the small hill on his shoulder.

"These little things are important."

"As long as you are by my side, I will have inexhaustible strength."

Snow Mother's steps paused for a moment, but she quickly resumed her rhythm.

Her gaze lingered on the silhouette of the green hills for a moment before shifting away.

After walking for a while, the terrain ahead gradually opened up, and the path underfoot changed from soft humus soil to a hard surface mixed with sand and gravel.

A faint salty smell began to appear in the air, mixed with a cool breeze blowing from the front.

Sawu was the first to notice the change. She sniffed, and her light blue eyes brightened slightly.

"It tastes like the sea!"

"I know, we're almost there." Aoyama quickened his pace.

After passing through the last stretch of forest, the view suddenly opened up.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

The azure sea stretched out before us, extending to the horizon and merging with the pale blue sky.

White waves surged up and receded along the edge of the beach, making a rhythmic sound.

The crescent-shaped beach in front of us extends one end to the distant cliffs and the other end disappears into the horizon.

"We'll be there soon, let's rest for a bit."

Qingshan stopped, leaned the small hill on his shoulder against a coconut tree, and dusted off his hands.

Yukino walked up from the back of the group and stood beside him, her gaze sweeping across the open beach towards the distant sea.

Her expression was cool and serious, but the fingers gripping the scabbard relaxed slightly.

"It's more spacious than I expected," she said softly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked up from behind and stood beside her.