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

Uesugi Genshin also squatted down next to Yukinoshita Haruno, and then discovered, "The pistol still has ammunition."

"How much?" Yukinoshita Haruno turned towards Uesugi Genshin.

“Two magazines.” With that, Uesugi Genshin removed the holster from the pistol between his legs.

He tied the holster he had removed directly to Yukinoshita Haruno's thigh. Hmm, the size was just right, so he couldn't help but pat it.

"Don't you know how to use it?" Yukinoshita asked, rolling her eyes.

"I know how to use it, but I don't need it."

"When did you learn it?"

"No, then you're asking me if I know how to use it."

"Because I feel like you can do everything." She laughed happily, as if she had been joking.

"It's not that exaggerated." As he spoke, he reached out and removed the equipment from the corpse piece by piece.

Squatting beside her, Yukinoshita Haruno revealed an extremely happy smile.

“Um…” The leader of SIT hesitated as he reached out his hand.

“He is dead,” Uesugi Genshin stated the fact. “If you feel guilty, take his body out and bury him.”

“We can’t waste time here; there are dangers around. If we have time later, we can do it,” Yukinoshita Haruno added.

"..." In fact, the moment he reached out, the SIT man regretted it. He was just thinking that if he were to die in some corner one day, he would be stripped of his equipment by passersby, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of shared sorrow.

But those who are alive are more important.

Moreover, the two of them completely shut him down, giving off a feeling of a husband and wife working together harmoniously.

Just as Uesugi Genshin was about to put a bulletproof vest on Yukinoshita Haruno's chest, she refused, saying, "No, it smells bad."

"..." He also thought it smelled bad, but mainly because he didn't need it. Putting aside the weight, he should be protecting the edges and corners, his neck and ankles, while bulletproof vests are more for protecting against human gunfire.

As for who will shoot them?

Kuriyama?

She was already within the warning range. If she was too far away, he couldn't hit her. If she was too close, Yukinoshita Haruno would take care of her with her pistol. Besides, she had already decided not to leave her side for even a moment, so getting any closer would be even more impossible.

So Uesugi Genshin silently looked at the two from SIT, only to find them patting their black bulletproof vests with a relieved expression. They were already fully armed, so they didn't need to.

Then he looked at Hachiman and the other two, who shook their heads. Hachiman, who was standing at the very back, even took a step back!

Uesugi Genshin glanced down at the bulletproof vest again, then looked up and pointed at one of the surviving operators, "You wear it!"

"Huh?!" He pointed to himself in disbelief.

“Yes, you’ll wear the Kinai.” Yukinoshita Haruno agreed with a smile.

"You were supposed to bring it anyway. If you're not wearing it, you'll just have to carry it around," Uesugi Genshin reminded him as he handed it to him.

"I understand." I should have felt valued or reassured, but what's with this faint sadness...?

Seeing him put on the bulletproof vest with a sad expression, Hachiman turned his back to them, pretending to observe his surroundings, but actually trying to suppress a laugh.

Hold back!

You have to hold back!

Chapter 207: Accident? ACCIDENT!

Meanwhile, Yukinoshita explained the situation to Murai via radio, since the corpses here should belong to the same combat unit as him.

"Received." Murai let out a long sigh of relief and remained silent for a long time. "He should have his identification in his upper pocket."

At Yukinoshita's prompting, Uesugi Genshin flipped through a document that read: "Atsushi Ito, Headquarters Company."

"I don't know him. I'm from the regular infantry battalion." The face behind the radio was a mixture of relief and dejection. The person who died wasn't someone he knew. At least Murai must have felt a little relieved.

"Alright. Take a look at this damn door." Brushing the dust off her hands, Yukinoshita Haruno ended the communication and stood up to walk to the door of the armory.

If you press your palm on it and apply force, it won't budge; it's not something you can open directly.

He then gripped the heavy doorknob and tried to turn it, but couldn't turn it all the way down. It seemed that, as he had previously estimated, the door required access control to be checked first.

The access control is right next to the door; you need to swipe a card and enter a password.

Yukino Yukinoshita knows the password, but the access card is a bit of a headache.

Seeing this, Uesugi Genshin searched through the pockets on the corpse. The equipment on the body had been removed, so searching through the pockets was quite easy.

"No," he said, shaking his head at Yukinoshita Haruno who was looking at him.

“Then let’s go through the previous plan and flip through it again,” said the leader of SIT.

“Yes.” Yukinoshita Haruno, who had been staring at Uesugi Genshin, turned her gaze in that direction and then tilted her head slightly to urge him to continue.

Seeing this look, the leader of SIT continued, "I'll take some men to search the storage room on the third floor. Ms. Yukinoshita, please go to your office on the fourth floor."

He had also noted down the map and was thinking about what to do if he couldn't open the armory door.

After thinking for a moment, Yukinoshita nodded. There was nothing to hesitate about; let's do it this way.

"In Gloria Dei Patris. Amen." Before leaving, Uesugi Genshin recited a final eulogy to the corpse, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

Hachiman paused, falling behind. "This place isn't under God's jurisdiction, so it shouldn't be Amen."

“Yes.” Uesugi Genshin suddenly realized, but he just said it because it was the easiest word for him to say. He had heard those Latin-speaking priests say this phrase countless times.

Catching up with Hachiman, he asked, "Who is in charge again?"

"Isn't Izanami the goddess of the underworld?" Hachiman asked after a moment's thought as the two walked side by side.

"The rituals performed when a person dies have nothing to do with the eight million gods of Takamagahara," Yukinoshita Haruno said, taking a step back.

As the heir to the family, she was forced to attend several grand religious ceremonies, which were extremely boring. They were all people dressed in black, and the sound of scriptures being chanted around her made her legs go numb.

Seeing her mother's solemn expression beside her, she mischievously wondered if her mother's legs were also numb.

"That's right, that's correct." Hachiman nodded, indicating that he had misremembered.

It's a matter for the temple, not the shrine.

He just wanted to complain that the deaths of people here are controlled by the local gods. He doesn't believe in gods at all, even though his parents named him Hachiman.

After a brief conversation, they went up the stairs at the building entrance to the second floor and found that the stairwell had been set up with sandbags.

The sandbags are now scattered and destroyed.

After stepping over, the second floor was very clean, and there were no zombies in sight at all.

Then they went up to the third floor, where things were a little different. The commotion from the first floor didn't reach them much. Several zombies were wandering in the dimly lit corridor without glass in the distance.

"Leave this to us," the leader of SIT whispered to Yukino Yukinoshita.

"Be careful." Yukinoshita Haruno tapped the radio next to her ear, indicating that she should maintain radio communication.

The SIT personnel nodded in agreement, and Kanai, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, also had a serious expression.

Then Uesugi Genshin, Yukinoshita Haruno, and Hachiman went up to the fourth floor, which was even more troublesome.

Before you even reach the top of the stairs, standing on the steps, you can see legs moving back and forth on the floor, and those intertwined, complex shadows.

He pulled Yukinoshita Haruno behind him, and although she resisted a little, Uesugi Genshin sheathed his sword at his waist without it being drawn, and then leaped up and slashed with it.

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"Here are some medicines too," his companion called out as he checked the items on the shelf.

Upon hearing this, Mimori waved his hand to indicate that he had heard.

It's not that medicine isn't important. For things like fever, having medicine can make a big difference. You can't always rely on the body's immune system to fight off a high fever.

However, there weren't many fever reducers or cold medicines available; most were for treating diarrhea, sprains, and so on. Moreover, medicines have expiration dates.

It was either Self-Defense Force uniforms or medicine; the bedding and everything else were gone, probably all taken away. It was supposed to be a warehouse for storing daily necessities, but basically nothing was found.

There were also some mechanical parts, seemingly moved here from elsewhere, piled up haphazardly.

"It looks like it's been moved." Watanabe walked over, not specifying who it was, but he was basically referring to the Self-Defense Force members who were still there and the survivors.

"Let's check the next warehouse." Mimori planned to continue checking the warehouse next door, and if he couldn't find anything in the end, he would just take the diarrhea medicine and clothes as cargo.

"That's settled then." Watanabe nodded. He wasn't as senior as Mimori, who was a veteran who had been with the expedition team from the beginning. Although it was supposed to be a discussion, he would mostly have to listen to him.

He glanced back at Kuriyama, who was standing in the corner, and his teammate who was talking to him. He had heard about the commotion upstairs, but he didn't know the specifics. He just hoped that nothing bad had happened.

Mimori raised his voice and shouted, "Let's go!"

"Okay!" "Got it!"

The warehouse echoed continuously, but apart from the echoes of people, there were no other sounds; it was very clean.

"Overall, it's still quite bright outside." Mimori shielded his eyes from the sun as he walked out of the dimly lit warehouse; it was a little too bright.

Even with the main lights on inside, the outside is still brighter.

“Yes.” Watanabe squinted and echoed from the side.

He led his men to the warehouse next door, with Kuriyama following silently behind him.

Kuriyama is very distressed. His pursuit has yielded no results, and now an unexpected person has appeared.

He originally thought that if there were no competitors, he and Yang Nai would definitely get together eventually, but that brat who came out of nowhere is the reason for his growing anxiety.

She should have just agreed to him; it was for Yang Nai's safety. Why didn't she understand?

If she were to marry him, wouldn't that also benefit the Yukinoshita family? Her father could then focus on assisting her uncle, which would also help stabilize the base.

It's a powerful alliance that benefits everyone involved.

What a bitch!

Having suffered an unprecedented betrayal, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her desired future seemed increasingly bleak, and the smiling face that Yang Nai used to wear now appeared as nothing short of a mockery.

What kind of lady? !ちくしょう!

As expected, listening to my father was the right thing to do; we should find an opportunity to get rid of her, even though it's a bit of a waste.

I've already spoken with my father's confidant. The other person was someone my family had been kind to, but as for Watanabe, it doesn't matter.

The real challenge is figuring out how to create that opportunity.

The original idea was that if a group acted together, a slight mistake would easily create an accident.

Because the selection was temporary, the proportion of people from the Yukinoshita family was very small.

However, Yukino Yukinoshita didn't give her that chance at all, and even temporarily brought in two little brats.

The people were also scattered. Kanai, who was with Yukinoshita Haruno, definitely wouldn't dare to do it himself and would have to do it himself.

All he can think about right now is accidents, accidents, accidents...

"It's about to open," his father's men shouted to him.

"Hmm." Kuriyama reached out and pressed on the sliding door, working together with him.

"One, two."

Watanabe looked at the open door, and the darkness inside was dispelled as the light entered.

The next second, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Quick! Turn it off!"

The moment he heard it, Kuriyama grabbed the door, which was still moving outwards due to inertia, and looked up to see the warehouse filled with zombies.

several hundred?

The door was wide open, and the entire interior was visible. The floor was covered with mattresses, which were arranged like tofu blocks throughout the warehouse, leaving almost no room to step.

Of course, that must have been the scene before they were all wiped out. Now it's much more tragic, like it's been churned up in a washing machine, with red dye added, making the inside a complete mess.

The walls, the floor... all of them.

"Close it!!!" Watanabe continued shouting without stopping. He kept waving his hand forcefully; he had already seen the zombies charging towards him, otherwise he would have run to close the door himself.

Kuriyama's mind was blank, but his hands were mechanically carrying out Watanabe's orders.

The door closed inwards along with the other door, but it was still a bit late.

A dozen or so zombies ran out of the opening, but the ones that came in front of them had already been killed by Watanabe.

"Quickly close the door." Mimori, who had been thinking that there might be some miscellaneous items in the second warehouse, led his men forward and smashed a zombie to death on Watanabe's side.