A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

He gave another order: "You go check the second floor, I'm going to take a look around the back courtyard."

Hayasaka and Mai, who were directly involved with him, naturally followed him.

"Understood, be careful." Hayama Hayato gave his usual instructions and led the group toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

Uesugi Genshin opened the glass door and called out, "Let's go."

"It's very quiet." Only the clear chirping of birds could be heard as Mai Sakurajima surveyed her surroundings.

Seeing a patch of flowers that was unusually bright, she deviated slightly from her path. The outer petals were pale pink, the inner petals were pink, and there were many petals, which were arranged in concentric circles like lotus flowers. No, they were even denser than lotus flowers, making them look more delicate.

“I think it’s called Misaki.” Hayasaka Ai recognized the flower. “It was bred in 07 by a rose breeder named Kunie.”

“Misaki? That’s a very fitting name.” Taking off her gloves, Mai Sakurajima fiddled with the translucent petals, a rather fashionable and elegant floral pattern.

"The fact that it's planted here means it has good disease resistance and adaptability," Uesugi Genshin said, tilting his head as he watched the beautiful woman playing with the flowers. "It can be transplanted back."

"They really want everything," Hayasaka Ai said, watching from a distance behind the two of them.

"That's right, I am that greedy." He admitted it very directly, something he wouldn't have dared to do before. Uesugi Genshin considered himself to have the humility inherited from the East.

After the apocalypse, he vaguely sensed that he had become somewhat lax, and sometimes he was so negligent that he preferred to solve problems directly with strength rather than retreating and doing things the way his hometown people did. This idiom is not bad; it can be applied to the Battle of Chengpu.

"The flowers are about to wither." Sakurajima Mai's words, as she moved her finger away, likely implied a negative meaning.

"Then we'll wait until it blooms again. We'll see. Then we'll realize that what we've done is worthwhile." Uesugi Genshin's words indicated that he had already decided to transplant it into a flowerpot and take it back with him.

Perhaps dissatisfied with Uesugi Genshin's forceful approach, Sakurajima Mai turned her back, drew her sword, and walked at the front.

I circled the backyard but found no trace of zombies.

Next, we inspected this large, circular greenhouse. Upon opening the door, we could feel a warm breeze that was completely different from the outside.

Inside, it's a sea of ​​flowers, even more breathtaking than outside, but there's a group of eyesores that spoil the view.

Those trapped in the greenhouse who ultimately failed to escape all looked towards the doorway.

Then, like a tidal wave, it surged towards the doorway; this area was the hardest hit.

Hayasaka Ai stood side by side with Mai early on, then stepped back outside the door, forming an arc with Uesugi Genshin.

The first zombie ran out, wearing a yellowish-brown outfit, or rather, clothes with a large patch of mud on them, both colors were similar.

With a powerful blow to the head, Hayasaka Ai struck the zombie that was heading her down, while three or four more surged out of the door behind her.

All around me were a cacophony of roars, and around my nose was an indescribable, strange stench.

"Should I wear another mask?" she wondered as she smashed the next zombie.

She wore a raincoat because she was afraid of blood splattering on her.

This also shows that she is quite clean.

Everyone was wearing sportswear or something similar that didn't seem to mind getting dirty. Some people even tied books to their arms, supposedly so they could put their arms into the mouths of zombies if they got too close.

Ha~~~

Leaving corpses scattered on the ground, they entered the greenhouse and roughly circled it. The automatic sprinklers were still running, so the place wouldn't fall into ruin anytime soon.

It would be such a pity if such a beautiful place just disappeared like this. The Flower Museum still has its merits.

Apart from a patch of trampled flowers stained with dried, dark red blood that somewhat spoiled the atmosphere.

Uesugi Genshin and Hayama joined forces in the backyard. After half an afternoon, the area on both sides of the road was cleared, and they finally arrived at the beach facing Tokyo Bay.

"I can finally see the sea again." Tobe Sho placed his palm on his forehead as if gazing into the distance.

Apart from one or two blurry "figures" in the distance, there was nothing else on the white sand beach.

With his robes fluttering in the wind, Uesugi Genshin raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, golden sunlight filtering through his fingers, the sound of the ocean waves echoing in his ears.

I used to come here often; for students of Sobu High School, Inage Beach is a daily occurrence.

Every evening, as the sun sinks into the sea, I always find this scene beautiful and think that I've had a wonderful day.

What now?

I guess I'm still pretty happy.

he thought.

Chapter 152: This is really rare.

"Yoohoo~~~" The idiot Tobe Sho threw his baseball bat on the beach, kicked off his shoes, rushed into the sea, and waded through the water.

His actions inspired some of the members, who followed suit and then enjoyed the coolness and the rushing sensation of the seawater together.

Although it was Uesugi Genshin who suggested taking a short rest.

He sat in the small wooden pavilion by the beach, watching the group of idiots play, and casually glanced at the zombies in the distance, wondering if they would come this way.

Although it's so far away you could almost touch it with your fingertips, and the sound of the waves confuses the shouts of people, what if its eyesight and hearing are good?

"If you want to go play, that's fine too." Uesugi Genshin said to the two girls, since there were still a few people who hadn't gone yet.

"Never mind." Hayasaka Ai looked uninterested, even somewhat disdainful as she looked at the boy playing in the water.

Well... it is indeed noisy. If it were all girls, Uesugi Genshin wouldn't say much.

Boys are like monkeys.

Mai Sakurajima also shook her head. She didn't really want to go there alone. Her mature mind had many concerns, and she wouldn't be as reckless as a child.

As you step into the seawater, the people on the other side exclaim, "Wow, it's so cool!"

"Hey, Tobe! Don't splash me!" Ooka warned, seeing Tobe Sho splashing water like a shaman.

"What is it~" The thug's tone didn't bother Tobu Sho at all, and he walked over with a grin.

"Hey!" The water surged up, and the person's movement caused the seawater to rush forward, which was in the direction of Ooka.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." He said this without stopping, probably thinking that it didn't matter that his trousers were wet.

Somehow, something went wrong, and when seawater splashed on their faces, a chaotic water fight ensued.

“…What an idiot.” Uesugi Genshin rested his arm on the wooden railing, gazing at the crowd in the distance.

"Isn't it great?" Hayama Hayato chuckled, waving his hand to refuse the calls from the Ministry of Revenue to join.

"Let's go back after this," Uesugi Genshin said.

"Is it over just like that?" Hayato Hayama asked.

“Ah, after all, we’ve been fighting for over an hour. Those guys’ clothes are all wet.” Uesugi Genshin pointed in the direction of Tokyo. “But if we’re going back, we won’t go the same way. Let’s go over there and take a look, even if it’s a slightly longer route.”

After scouting the situation over there, this afternoon's mission is now complete.

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"Ugh, it stinks." The boy fanned his nose, but no matter how much he fanned, the stench wouldn't go away.

"Shut up." His partner sighed. "If you speak up, won't you just make them care more?"

"That's true." He pursed his lips, which were hidden behind his mask.

Together, the two of them removed the hanging corpse. Having handled far more gruesome corpses before, was this level of mummified body really that easy? There was a strange sense of sadness in saying that.

"And the flies are a bit annoying." Buzzing flies hovered around the corpse.

"It's spring after all." Shaking his head to shoo away the approaching insects, he realized that being pinned down did indeed cause him physical nausea.

The lowest temperatures in April are still a bit cold, but in some unknown corners of the house, some annoying insects will always scurry out, completely unaffected by the cold air outside.

The situation would be even worse if the temperature rose. The boy sighed heavily as he thought about what he would encounter when dealing with corpses in the summer.

No matter what, this is work.

"Hurry up," Shiroyama urged as he emerged from the depths of the room.

Just in case, he briefly checked the interior. The captain's cabin was indeed exquisite, small but complete in every way.

It has a bedroom, a bathroom, a walk-in closet, and so on. The living room has a TV and a refrigerator, and there's a laptop in the office area in the middle corner.

There was no food in the refrigerator, only bottled water and tea leaves. The tea leaves showed signs of being drunk, and there were a lot of leftovers in the trash can. There was absolutely no food.

No wonder people commit suicide...

"Understood." The man replied, and together they placed the body on the makeshift stretcher. Using a stretcher is very convenient when there are stairs; this is already based on experience.

The two of them lifted the stretcher together and went out. Chengshan followed behind them, stepping over the bloodstains at the door. The bodies of the zombies that had fallen at the door had already been carried away.

He walked onto the deck, put the stretcher down, and symbolically dusted off his gloves.

"Thank you for your hard work." Hachiman Hikigaya walked over, confirming that this was indeed the person.

It wasn't placed with the bodies piled on the carts; it was placed separately.

"minister."

"what?"

What will happen to this body?

"Ah, well." Hachiman Hikigaya paused for a moment, then said, "I guess I'll bury him somewhere, and they'll even put up a monument."

He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, “Noda Toshitomo from Osaka, a family of three, living in…, and then wrote all of that down.”

"Ah..." the man sighed, "If only my death could be this grand."

"What kind of grand gesture is this?" Hachiman Hikigaya clicked his tongue. "Don't worry, I'll at least have your name engraved on it, Ishida-kun."

"that's it?"

"Stop saying such unlucky things. Get to work, you idiot!"

"Yes~"

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The report was still written by Hayasaka Ai, including revisions to the action plan following this investigation.

"Why me..." Hayasaka Ai was furious, her face contorted with bitterness and gritted teeth. She was mainly angry at the person who had dumped all the work on her while standing leisurely by watching her.

"You're such a lazy bum, aren't you?" From another perspective, Uesugi Genshin found an excuse for her working overtime.

Unlike him, who had to continue practicing with Hachiman and Mai after everyone's morning classes, it wasn't good to always entrust the student council work to Yukinoshita, even though he valued his position as the executive director more.

Even at night, I must practice spiritual disciplines, such as exercising, calligraphy and painting, and meditation. These are things I abandoned a long time ago, and now I must pick them up again.

Compared to most people, he was incredibly busy. He took a sip of the coffee Hayasaka had brewed, and as the cool breeze from the window blew over his warm body, a wave of weariness washed over him.

Coffee should be drunk before you feel sleepy, so that caffeine can compete with adenosine, a fatigue factor with similar chemical composition, to bind to receptors first. Otherwise, once adenosine binds to receptors and sends the "I'm so tired" signal to the brain, caffeine will have no room to intervene.

"You don't need to say it out loud." She pouted with a glaring expression.

Unexpectedly, he reacted strongly to his words, revealing an expression that was quite rare to see.

He felt that the maid had become much more lax since she stopped working as a maid, but was that just his imagination?

“…” Uesugi Genshin shrugged, raised his cup, and finished the last bit of coffee, his breath echoing in the empty cup.

"I'll lie down for a bit, you keep going." He picked up the eye mask from the table, put it on his eyes, and lay down on the sofa.

The sky outside is still blue with white clouds. I got back quite early this time, and it won't be evening for a long time, so an eye mask is a must.

"Yes, yes~" Hayasaka Ai replied calmly. Once she starts working, she becomes completely focused; that's just her type.

"Please." After saying the last words, his eyes went dark.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt like he was about to fall asleep when his body was nudged.

"Ok?"

Are you awake?

"Ah..." Uesugi Genshin lifted his blindfold with his thumb, looking at the person who pushed him with his left eye.

"That's quite rare."

That's really rare.

"What? It's rare for someone to come see you." Miura Yumiko shook her curly blonde hair vigorously and crossed her arms with an air of authority.