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

They temporarily ran here. At that time, Uesugi Genshin picked up the baseball bat that was placed by the wall, first placed Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui on the slope of the second-floor side door on the roof, and then jumped down himself.

There's no time to grab a backpack or anything like that, or rather, it wouldn't be of any use anyway. In this situation, the weight would become a fatal burden.

Escaping through gaps in the still-unclosed encirclement, we were relentlessly pursued by helicopters overhead, keeping us constantly on the run.

The two people beside him were panting heavily, too weak to even speak, and it was unclear when they would reach their limit.

He was also a bit tired, though not as badly as the two of them, but he was the one who took down the zombies the whole way, and he expended far more energy than the two of them.

The roar of the helicopter still echoed in the sky, making my head buzz; it was extremely noisy.

Having finally stopped, Miura Yumiko braced herself against her knees, bent over, and gasped for breath, asking desperately, "Then, there are some over there too?"

"Don't stop!"

Uesugi Genshin turned around and looked at the zombies that hadn't been shaken off yet, not far behind him. He then looked at the zombies in the stands that Miura had pointed to, which were constantly crossing the fence and gathering towards them.

Even when tripped by the fence and falling heavily to the ground, it struggled without realizing it, half-crawling and half-rising as it moved towards this side.

Yumiko Miura pulled Yui Yuigahama along and started walking again. Yui Yuigahama's stamina was not as good as Yumiko Miura's, and their hands were tightly clasped together.

This can't go on like this!

Uesugi Genshin looked at the still relatively empty racetrack. As long as the helicopters overhead were still there, the path ahead would eventually be blocked by zombies.

But hiding inside the building presented another problem: he had to gamble that the helicopter would get bored and fly away instead of stopping there and circling around, trapping them completely.

They've already gone so badly that they'll keep following him around; he couldn't guarantee they'd be that kind.

Ah!

He turned his head and looked around at his surroundings again, and discovered something unexpected.

"Keep running forward!"

"Wow, that boy ran off and crossed the grass in the middle. Is he planning to use these two girls as bait?" The female reporter kept teasing them, but she couldn't help feeling a little worried. The boy had been protecting the girls the whole way. Without him, wouldn't the show be about to end?

She directed the photographer to bring the camera back to the girls; she knew exactly what everyone watching wanted to see.

It was nothing more than young and beautiful girls being treated cruelly, not to mention they were wearing school uniforms. She kept directing the photographer to take close-ups of her two beautiful legs, as well as her breasts and the fluttering skirts from time to time.

This further boosted the ratings, and the station's board members were urging her one by one.

With everyone at Tokyo TV completely silent and nowhere to be found, now is the time for Kanto TV to rise and seize the top spot in the new era.

The girls in the video are panting heavily, their large chests heaving, and their steps are light and unsteady, as if they are walking on cotton, because they have reached their physical limit.

"No, I can't. Yuuko, ha, I can't run anymore." Yui Yuigahama was forced to stop.

"The girl has stopped! What's wrong? Is this the end of the road?" the female reporter said sarcastically from above.

Only when you're exhausted to the extreme do you realize just how tired you are, to the point where you don't want to move forward another step. And once your willpower collapses in adversity, it's hard to rebuild.

"Yui!"

"Yu-Yuko, you go first." Yui Yuigahama used her last bit of strength to shake off Yuko Miura's hand, sweat trickling down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

Miura Yumiko cried out anxiously, "What are you saying? How could I possibly abandon you?"

She grabbed Yui's arm, trying to pull her forward forcefully, even though she herself didn't have much strength left.

"Thank you." Yui Yuigahama gave a forced smile. "But I really can't go on, Yumiko. You should go now."

"Don't give up!" Miura Yumiko pulled Yuigahama Yui, who was struggling to breathe, a few steps, but couldn't pull her any further, because she was only slightly better off than Yuigahama. "Where is that guy? Where is Uesugi?"

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"Yumiko!" Hayama Hayato stared intently at his phone screen, then turned and roared at Yukino Yukinoshita, "Where's Hiratsuka-sensei?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita calmly said, "The teacher went to find the car!"

She stood by the window, hugging her arms, feeling a chill, but her fingers were tightly gripping her arms.

Yesterday, the students from the seaside high school were picked up by bus, and Hiratsuka-sensei's car was left in the central ward. Today, he planned to ride his bicycle there to continue the task he hadn't finished yesterday.

"You bastard! You beast!" Hubu Xiang cursed from the side.

"Can't we think of a solution?" Yamato asked from the side.

"I've already tried, the TV station's phone is always busy, they're not going to answer." Ooka kept dialing the Kanto TV number on his phone, only to hear a dial tone indicating no connection.

"Where are the other teachers' cars?" Hayama Hayato turned around and shouted to Yukinoshita as if he had thought of a solution, like a traveler who had found water in the desert.

Yukino Yukinoshita walked to her desk, picked up the Chiba map that was temporarily placed under other papers, and slapped it on the desk.

"Putting aside whether you can drive or not, this is a map that Hachiman marked as difficult to navigate when he went out yesterday. Even Hiratsuka-sensei could only say it was barely passable. What about you?"

Can you do it? This is what Yukino Yukinoshita wanted to express. What she hates most are those who talk big but can't do anything.

The map is covered with thick lines, exclamation marks, and crosses, which detail the road conditions in Chiba.

The convenience of having a car in the apocalypse is irreplaceable. Having one and not having one are completely different experiences. One creates a strange, illusory peace, while the other is a real apocalypse where it's impossible to move an inch. So, the difficulties marked on the map are probably really that difficult.

"Ah..." Hayama Hayato stood there blankly, stunned.

"It seems the girls' trip ends here," the female reporter concluded regretfully, her click of the tongue respectfully avoiding being heard during the live broadcast.

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The female reporter looked up at the zombies pouring in from all directions from the ground and planned to ask her superiors whether the filming of the follow-up content should continue, and whether there would be any government obstruction.

Then she saw something that left her speechless.

She patted the photographer who was still pointing the camera at the female student, "Over there! Quick, over there!"

The sound was not suppressed and was quickly recorded and uploaded to the internet, making everyone wonder what had happened.

They then saw it too.

And a scene they could never have imagined.

A boy riding a black horse.

It took a closer look to confirm that it was indeed the same boy from before, because he had his jacket tied around the horse's neck and was only wearing a white shirt.

This is an unexpected scene. Do students of this age know how to ride a horse?

Most importantly, the horse had no saddle! There were no bridles or saddles at all!

He gripped the horse's belly with his legs, occasionally kicking the black horse forward with his heels, his body moving in harmony with the horse's movements, creating a sense of graceful coordination.

"This is it!" the female reporter exclaimed, seeing hope again. "It's that boy from before. It seems he didn't desert, but rode here on horseback to rescue the girls. Just like a prince rescuing a princess."

She praised him lavishly, extolling him to the skies so that he could truly appreciate the contrast between his previous desperate situation and his current state, making the audience feel that it was indeed incredibly shocking.

Just as she had predicted, a flurry of comments appeared on the website.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

"What kind of high school student is this?!"

"Where is this? I want to go and see."

"Isn't this my hometown?"

"Incredible!"

"Nani?"

"This is a student from Chiba Soubu High School!"

"What General Martial Arts Academy?"

"Are you in Chiba?"

"This is so unexpected."

"You're not kidding, are you?!"

A few comments appeared, but they were quickly drowned out by the majority of surprised comments, forcing people to turn them off.

It's all meaningless nonsense that ruins the viewing experience.

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"Isn't this Genshin?" Toyohama Kazuka pointed at the television that had just been turned on, her eyes revealing undisguised surprise.

"It really is my brother..."

Anong Yae pointed out: "Look, he's still wearing Kazuha's hair tie on his hand."

"Really."

"What's wrong?" Nakago Ranko covered her mouth slightly.

"Is this Chiba?"

"Why is my brother on TV?"

"Sister?" Fengbin Hexiang looked at her unusually calm sister, who simply widened her eyes, but her expression was too "ordinary".

Is this really my "friend"?

"It seems so." Mai Sakurajima covered up for this friend she had never met, mainly because she didn't know what kind of person the other person was, but in the end, her sister was safe and sound.

"What~" Feng Bin and Xiang pouted. It seemed that Xuanxin was not a very important friend of her sister. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt happy, but then she nervously watched the TV.

The horse's mane flowed freely in the wind, its coat smooth and glossy black, as if it had been oiled. Its four strong and well-proportioned hooves trod on the grass. It raised its neck high, stretched its body, and was as proud as a gust of wind.

The same is true of the rider on horseback. The wind blows his hair aside, revealing his handsome face, and the thin white shirt cannot hide his lean and strong body. He is a knight on horseback.

He rode his horse across the entire racetrack. There was a fence in front of him, and without hesitation, he spurred his horse forward, getting closer and closer to the fence.

At a very close distance, he squeezed the horse's belly just in time, and the black horse bent its forelegs, leaped high into the air, and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The rider lay prone on the horse's back, and as the horse moved, it would fall heavily to the ground and then straighten up again to continue moving forward.

"Ah..." Feng Bin and Xiang stared blankly with their mouths wide open, their pink lips trembling, forgetting to close them for a long time, their eyes sparkling.

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Chapter 56: Don't move, this horse has no saddle.

As the horse trod on the grass in the center, the whistling wind brushed past my ears, and I felt as if I had returned to the way things were before.

This time might be a little different. His adrenaline was surging, and the techniques he remembered suppressed his body's stiffness. Strictly speaking, this was his first time riding a horse.

Fortunately, it was a well-trained mare, and not from the Golden Family; it was a pure black mare.

Urged on by Uesugi Genshin, it darted across the entire arena with unrestrained abandon, reaching the other side at top speed.

The mud kicked up by the iron hooves was left behind, the mane fluttered in the wind, and the nostrils panted with excited breaths.

The fence on the other side was getting closer and closer, and both men and horses focused their attention there, their perspectives converging, ignoring the horde of corpses behind the fence.

The speed reached its maximum, much faster than before, making it even more dangerous.

Step by step, counting the rhythm of its running, of course, at this moment the feeling is the most important, one's own instinct and its skill are about to merge into one.

At that opportune moment, he kicked the horse's belly, and the horse, receiving the command, leaped up again.

"It jumped over again! Beautiful! Absolutely stunning!" The beautiful shot was fleeting, but fortunately, the female reporter had instructed the helicopter to turn to the side in advance, finding the most suitable angle.

This scene was presented to the audience perfectly, and the ratings only went up. This guy is really my lucky star! I am even more determined to keep following along. In fact, I have nothing to do if I don't follow along. I have finally found some extremely rare material, so I will definitely keep filming until I die!

Uesugi Genshin glanced at the helicopter that had been descending and flying horizontally alongside him. The door was wide open, and the photographer was holding a camera pointed at them, so the two people could be seen clearly.

This is not a dedicated television helicopter, but a purely civilian model, and even an older one. To get good footage, a photographer is needed to assist.

Ignoring them, Uesugi Genshin used the makeshift reins made of his clothes to direct his mount, avoiding the zombies ahead.

In reality, they won't actually run straight into people. Untrained horses will stop on their own when they encounter people. The selection of warhorses is very strict, but even an unintentional scrape on the side can be troublesome for both the horse and the rider.

Miura Yumiko was pulling Yui Yuigahama along as they ran forward, but they were slower than the healthy zombies. The distance between them was closing, and at the other end of the racetrack, the faster zombies had already entered the track.

If attacked from both sides, the only way to temporarily escape is to cross the fence and run to the center. Given the current physical strength and speed, one will eventually be surrounded in the center.

They didn't have time to distinguish the roaring helicopter noise mixed with the thud of horses' hooves; they just kept running forward, exhausting themselves to shake off the zombies behind them, and had no time to think about anything else.

"Miura! Yuihama!" Uesugi Genshin's shouts made the two turn around. There was no way forward, and the two watched in astonishment as he rode up on horseback, passing the last zombie behind them.

Having long since discarded his baseball bat, Uesugi Genshin, now empty-handed, tugged at his clothes to slow the horse down. Using the core strength of his lower body, he leaned out to the side, extending one arm.

"Spread out! Spread out! Miura, move forward! Forward!" Uesugi Genshin commanded, but the two moved somewhat slowly.