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

He really wanted to say that since the location was high up, why not just stand outside and enjoy the view?

He chose to ignore the second half of her sentence and thought seriously, "Then open more windows, two large ones on the side facing the sea, and a few smaller ones on the side for ventilation."

Yukino stood quietly to the side and listened for a while, until everyone else had finished speaking before she spoke.

The voice was clear and calm, but the wording was very serious.

"Qingshan, it would be best to build a canopy that extends outwards from the entrance."

Aoyama turned his head to look at her: "A shed?"

Yukino nodded: "The weather at the beach changes very quickly; sometimes it suddenly rains."

"If there's a shed at the entrance, we can process ingredients and organize tools there on rainy days without getting the house dirty."

Aoyama stroked his chin and said, "Does it mean that the living area should be separated from the cooking area, and a separate kitchen should be built?"

"That's about it..."

Yukino did not refute.

After listening, Aoyama thought about it seriously for a few seconds.

"You're right, then we'll build one more."

He looked at Yukino and smiled, "You're quite thoughtful."

Yukino's ears turned slightly red, but she maintained her cool and aloof expression.

She lowered her eyes, her voice unnaturally softer: "...I just think it's more practical this way."

Sawu squatted quietly to the side, listening to everyone's discussion.

After everyone had finished speaking, she spoke softly, her voice tinged with timidity.

"That..."

Fishy silk cricket

Shawu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clutched the edge of her clothes.

She took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage; her voice was still not loud, but it was clearer than before.

"Can I...can I plant some flowers next to the cabin?"

When she said those words, there was a hint of cautious expectation in her light blue eyes.

"I saw some really pretty little flowers in the forest, the pure white kind. If I could plant some next to the house...it would be so beautiful, wouldn't it?"

Looking at her earnest yet shy expression, Aoyama couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, you can plant whatever flowers you want. I'll fence off a small plot of land for you next to the house."

He wouldn't object even if the entire crescent-shaped bay were planted with a sea of ​​pure white flowers.

Sawu's eyes lit up instantly, as if starlight had fallen into those two azure lakes.

She nodded vigorously, her voice filled with undisguised joy: "Mmm!"

"Roar!"

The Feathered Tyrannosaurus let out a howl beside her, as if it were happy for her.

After the discussion, Aoyama began preparing the materials for building the house.

He shouldered the fire axe and walked toward the grove of trees at the edge of the bay.

It was a mixed forest, mainly composed of hardwoods. The trees were straight and had thick trunks, making it seem very suitable for building materials.

In their eyes, Qingshan walked up to the nearest tree, which was about the size of a bowl, and stopped.

He weighed the axe down, then swung it in a wide arc and chopped it down.

"Snap—!"

The sound of the wood snapping was crisp and clean.

After the first tree fell, Qingshan continued working almost without pause.

He stepped forward, dragged up the trunk, cut off the side branches, then hoisted several logs onto his shoulder and jogged along.

The 4th tree...the 10th tree.

His movements were astonishingly fast; each swing of the axe precisely struck the same crack, felling a tree in just two or three blows.

Then, dragging, clearing the side branches, and carrying them back to the open space, the whole process was completed in one go.

There were almost no pauses in between.

He was like a tireless machine.

"If Bald Qiang had my abilities, he would have cut down the entire forest long ago."

Aoyama sighed.

Those thick tree trunks, on his shoulders, seemed like light bamboo poles, which he moved back and forth with ease.

Standing beside the supplies, Snow Mother tidied up the pots and pans while looking up at the open space.

"Boom!"

Aoyama is driving an enormous log into the ground as a foundation.

He gripped the top of the stake with both hands and slammed it down.

The wooden stake then embedded itself firmly into the sand with a dull thud.

"Is this kind of strength... really something a human could possess?"

And... is such a large piece of wood really a log?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pillar under a bridge, right?

Looking at the wooden stake that was halfway embedded in the ground, Xue Mu's eyelids twitched.

My gaze lingered unconsciously on the well-defined muscles of his arms for a few seconds.

"Madam's face seems a little red?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice drifted over from the side.

Snow Mother snapped out of her daze and looked away.

She reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone calm: "It's from the sun, isn't it?"

Is that so?

Kasumigaoka Utaha curled the corners of her lips, not exposing him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her gaze and joined the ranks of those organizing supplies.

As she rewrapped the smoked meat strips with clean leaves, she watched Qingshan sweating profusely over there.

"That guy Qingshan... he's building houses way too fast!"

Is this some kind of infrastructure construction maniac?

Izumi Sagiri squatted on the ground and neatly placed the smoked meat strips on a clean, large leaf.

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She would occasionally look up at the green hills, then lower her head again, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Brother Qingshan is really amazing."

"He's practically like Superman!"

Yukino stood a little further away, using a machete to trim a bunch of thin branches to the right length, preparing to use them to tie the joints of the roof frame.

Her movements were swift and precise, each strike clean and precise.

Her gaze would occasionally drift unconsciously toward the direction of the green mountains.

At this moment, Qingshan, shirtless, was driving the second row of wooden stakes into the ground.

The bright sunlight shone on his well-defined back muscles, and thin beads of sweat could be seen slowly sliding down the grooves of his spine.

“…”

Yukino paused for a moment, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the sword.

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair, ruffled by the sea breeze, behind her ear, her movement somewhat unnatural.

"...Indeed, he is stronger than a human."

She said something softly, it was unclear who she was responding to.

Yukino felt a momentary daze; how on earth did Kasumigaoka manage to hold on...?

"No wonder she said she couldn't get enough to eat..."

The giant feathered tyrannosaurus, returning from playing in the sand, ran past her feet.

"Chirp! Chirp chirp!"

It shook the water droplets off its head, then ran back and forth on the sand like a frolicker, leaving a trail of crooked little footprints.

Sawu was amused by its appearance and laughed. "Look at it, it's so happy."

Everyone couldn't help but look at the little creature running around on the beach.

"I wish I could be as carefree as it is."

"Yes."

... ... ...

It must be said that this bay truly has a magical quality that makes people feel relaxed.

The warm sunshine poured down, the sea breeze carried a salty coolness and caressed my face, and I could hear the rhythmic sound of the tide rising and falling.

A few white seabirds circled over the distant sea, occasionally swooping down and then flying up again, with shimmering little fish in their beaks.

"Quack quack -!"

The fatigue from traveling for several hours seemed to be blown away by the sea breeze at this moment.

Aoyama drove the last row of wooden stakes into the ground, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The first time I put in all my effort was to build a house."

His gaze fell on the wooden frame that was already taking shape.

Four rows of thick wooden stakes stood firmly on the ground, evenly spaced and neatly arranged, casting a row of orderly shadows in the sunlight.

"The framework is complete; next up is the roof."

Qingshan walked to the pile of timber, picked out a few longer crossbeams, carried them a few steps back to the frame.

He climbed the wooden ladder that had been set up beforehand and placed the crossbeams one by one on it, fixing them into the slots at the top of the piles.

His movements were fluid and efficient, with no unnecessary actions, and every beam was fitted together perfectly.

Qingshan spoke as he worked, his voice carrying through the wooden frame.

"By the way, how do you guys think the space in the house should be allocated?"

Snow Mother was sorting and stacking the pots and pans by size when she heard this and looked up.

"What does Aoyama-kun mean?"

"You are, after all, the ladies of the house; we should at least ask for your opinions."

Qingshan squatted down on the crossbeam and hammered a reinforcing brace into the slot, making a dull, resonant sound.

After thinking for a moment, Xue's mother replied seriously, "I don't think we need to divide things up too much. It's actually safer for everyone to live together."

"However, two smaller compartments can be partitioned off on one side for storing supplies and for changing clothes."

"Makes sense."

Aoyama nodded and knocked on another pole, which was leaning against the wall: "Then let's divide the left half into two storage rooms, and use the right half as the main living area."

Kasumigaoka Utaha chimed in from the side, "So, how should we arrange the bed?"

Aoyama asked, "Build a continuous shop?"

"Build a row of raised bed boards along the back wall, and cover them with hay and animal hides. You guys can sleep there."