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

That's true. People will definitely use the main roads, so it's difficult to avoid traffic jams.

The gaps between the cars might be wide enough to pass through, but the zombies in the gaps also made their way through. After seeing the three people, they rushed over the vehicles, climbing from one rooftop to another to get to this side, while also pulling along other zombies that were initially unaware.

He turned the horse's head around and glanced at the situation behind him. The zombies that had been following them all the way were still close behind.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to leave the main road and go down to the riverbank. Once he got down to the riverbank, the scenery changed.

This area is no longer filled with concrete high-rises, but rather with old-fashioned streets, wooden building structures, and dark roof tiles, making it an old-fashioned alley.

Looking across, the water-facing part of the riverbank is covered with green moss, proving that the riverbank also has its original charm.

A row of maple trees grows on the other side of the river, which will probably cover the entire area of ​​reddish-brown stone bricks in autumn, blending cleverly with the red wooden houses on the right.

The path was a bit narrow, and Uesugi Genshin frowned. Fortunately, there weren't many zombies; just one or two...

Thinking this, the sound of the helicopter, which had been muffled and gradually diminished, became clear again as it flew over the river.

"Hold on tight." That was all I could say. "Hold on tight, don't fall!"

"How am I supposed to get across?" Yui Yuigahama looked at a zombie not far away. It was an elderly man. In this situation, no matter how she tried to get across, she would probably get blown away.

Uesugi Genshin urged his horse forward at a trot, and said again with concern, "Hold on tight, don't sway your body!"

Yumiko Miura tightened her wrists again, but maintained a subtle tension. "What are you going to do?"

He didn't need to say what to do. As the distance drew ever closer, and he was just a step away from the horse's head, he forcefully reined in his horse, instinctively giving way as instructed. The black steed raised its hooves high.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Miura Yumiko felt the gravity that was about to fall, which made her panic and tighten her grip on the person in front of her. She could no longer maintain the delicate tension and now just wanted to tighten as much as possible.

Hurry! We're about to fall!

"Eek~" Yui Yuigahama felt it even more directly. On a roller coaster, the people sitting in the front row always have the hardest time, but riding a horse is not necessarily the case.

She felt as if she were nestled in Uesugi Genshin's arms, her back pressed against his chest. After a brief, almost imperceptible feeling of weightlessness, the sense of security from being caught made her feel somewhat dazed.

"what......"

The horse raised its forelegs and quickly lowered them, then stomped heavily on the zombie's body with a weight and force of nearly a ton, making a crisp sound of bones breaking.

Although the people on the horse were also thrown down when they fell, Miura Yumiko crashed into Uesugi Genshin's back, causing the air in her lungs to be squeezed out. Yuigahama Yui was about to fall forward, but Uesugi Genshin pulled her back.

All three of them inevitably slid a distance behind the horse; even if he squeezed the horse's belly with all his might, that was the best he could do.

As soon as he landed, Uesugi Genshin immediately urged his horse to continue walking. The horse took small steps, seemingly not understanding, and dismounted from the still-moving body of the "person".

"There's more ahead!" Miura Yumiko felt like she was already sitting on the horse's rump, and if it happened again, she would almost certainly fall off.

"We're not going any further." After the horse had traveled a short distance further, they saw the road on the right, which was an old-fashioned commercial street.

Are there any tourist attractions nearby?

With these doubts in mind, Uesugi Genshin immediately steered his horse in a different direction, avoiding another zombie blocking the way on the riverbank and a building with its doors shaking.

The road isn't wide, after all, land is incredibly valuable, but it's not too narrow either, about wide enough for five people to hold hands.

On both sides were shops selling snacks and tea, as well as some handicrafts. However, a stall in front of one shop had been overturned, and the ground was covered with scattered masks.

Continuing down the path, wary of the zombies emerging from the shops, the noise overhead never abated, but as he passed a shop, Uesugi Genshin's eyes lit up.

He quickly stopped the horse, which took small, steady steps and came to a stop.

"W-what's wrong?" Yui Yuigahama didn't see what was next to her, she was just staring at the zombies rushing towards them, and swallowed hard.

"Get down quickly." Before he could finish speaking, he had already taken action. He first broke free from the hands that were holding him from behind, slid off the horse, pushed off the ground with his hands, landed obediently, rolled once on the ground, and then stood up.

"What's going on?" Miura Yumiko nearly fell off the horse, quickly grabbing the empty saddle and anxiously staring at the approaching zombies. "Has it stopped? Why did it stop? Up ahead!"

"Go inside, go inside the store!" Uesugi Genshin pulled Yui Yuigahama down, holding her tightly until she was on her feet. Although she was also pulled down, Miura Yumiko could not hide her fear.

As he opened the shop door, Uesugi Genshin patted the horse's rump, and the horse, startled, wagged its tail and went inside. After the horse went in, he quickly grabbed the hands of the two people next to him and pulled the bewildered women inside as well.

"Fly around this house." The female reporter patted the back seat, reminding the driver to keep an eye on the people.

In the store.

"This is..." After being pulled into the house, Miura Yumiko glanced at the shop. It was also a shop selling handicrafts, but it sold "practical" things.

One wall was covered with weapons, including neatly arranged katanas, tachi, and scythes with various spearheads.

The other wall was replaced by a tapestry with intricate and vibrant patterns. It wasn't the Japanese-style Nishijin-ori, and I couldn't tell if it was Persian. A boar's head with protruding tusks hung on it; was it genuine?

The wall directly opposite the door is obscured by a ukiyo-e print depicting a group of samurai surrounding a knight, with the inscription in the upper right corner reading "Battle of Okehazama".

To the right front of the shop is a model of a person riding a horse, covered with the Ō-yō and e-yō armor that only existed in the Heian period. It is made of long strips of bamboo, leather, iron, etc., and is painted.

While they were briefly admiring the layout of the shop, Uesugi Genshin began throwing his katana outside, along with his nodachi and a cross-shaped spear.

Fearing they would be hit, Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui quickly dodged and made way for the door.

"Help me pack these things up." With that, he grabbed a katana that was over two feet long and dashed out.

"How do I fight..." Miura Yumiko hadn't even finished saying the word "bao" when he had already disappeared.

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"I can't just hide inside the store, can I?" The female reporter gritted her teeth, watching as a zombie rushed into the store, and planned to go to the back door to check again.

Immediately afterwards, the zombie was struck hard by the hilt of the knife and slammed out of the store, while another zombie pounced from the side, only inches away.

Uesugi Genshin gripped the hilt with his right hand and drew his sword, while his left hand gripped the scabbard to accelerate the swift draw.

The longsword gleamed and danced in the dazzling sunlight, and in an instant, a head flew off—it was an Iaijutsu.

"Unbelievable!" The female reporter excitedly patted the photographer on the back, so excited that she forgot what she was going to say.

"Ju" refers to a seated state, while "He" refers to a sudden confrontation with the enemy. Therefore, "Ju-He" is actually a technique for emergency self-defense or a surprise attack on the enemy, and it is only natural to use it here.

The zombie lay sprawled on the ground in a somewhat eerie posture, with a pool of thick, spreading blood flowing beneath it.

Uesugi Genshin leaned against the shop door, fully alert. He held the sword in both hands and swung it a few times in the air to familiarize himself with its weight.

The sense of security he felt holding the knife returned to his heart after so long; he hadn't forgotten the Shinto Musen-ryu's art of killing even after all this time.

Zombie hordes, drawn by the helicopter, surged out from both ends of the street. This was probably the majority of the area. Once their eyes fell on Uesugi Genshin, the only living person in their line of sight, they rushed toward the center one after another.

He closed the shop door and rushed towards the horde of zombies on his left. Facing the charging zombies, he wielded his knife with both hands and slashed at them, severing half of their bodies from their shoulders.

Uesugi Genshin slashed through the horde of zombies with his long sword, severing the collarbones and thoracic vertebrae of four or five zombies that followed. As the sword pierced the flesh, it drew out droplets of blood that scattered in the air like mist.

A zombie lunged at him from the left, and he immediately turned to the right to dodge, using his right leg to pin down the zombie's arm. He pressed the blade against the back of the zombie's neck, then pressed down, severing the zombie's neck.

As he had expected, the zombies were much faster than he could kill them, because they didn't just need to inflict wounds like humans, but rather more lethal ones.

The horde of zombies was about to surround him, so he had to adjust his stance and fight again immediately. Uesugi Genshin charged up and slashed down a zombie that was almost in front of him. Then he used a wall-run to escape the zombies' encirclement through the gap.

"Walk! Walk on the wall! It's unbelievable! Is this a movie? Is this even human?" The female reporter was speechless with shock as she watched the scene before her. Not only her, but the comments section on the website was also flooded with similar exclamations.

"The limits of human capability."

"A modern-day swordsman!"

"Amazing!"

“Is this something a human can do?”

"He's not even human!"

"Who is this person?"

"Ancient swordsmanship, is it?"

The zombies came one after another, giving Uesugi Genshin no chance to catch his breath. Even when he quickly circled around to the back of the fast-moving zombie horde that was out of touch with the rear, they turned around in just a moment.

He leaped forward, slashing diagonally into the corpse's back with his sword. Pressing down on the blade, he flung the body away. Then, he slashed with his right hand, the blade lodging in the ribs. He quickly pulled it out and followed with a horizontal slash.

He was knocked to the ground, but could not get up again.

He sneered at the oncoming horde of zombies, charging forward as if he had crashed into the arms of the first zombie, sending it flying.

Then he slashed diagonally to the left and right, swatting away the zombies on both sides. He stepped back and turned to dodge, just to leave room to swing his sword. He then slashed head-on, and this time the blow hit his head squarely. With a crisp sound, the skull split open completely.

Uesugi Genshin tilted his head back, flicked away the hair that was blocking his vision, and charged forward again to close in and deflect the zombie's attack. He then immediately pushed it away with a palm strike and followed up with a slash that severed half of its arm.

Stepping to the right and landing on the wooden wall, he then used the wall as leverage to leap to the left, slashing the zombie's chest with a horizontal, single-stroke strike, tearing open its clothes and entire chest cavity.

He moved left and right among the horde of corpses, constantly wielding his sword, and had already cut through the horde.

Back at the shop entrance, he slid in, then knelt and raised his sword, gripping a new katana in his left hand.

He held the knife in his right hand, using it to deflect the zombies behind him. He kicked up with his left leg, then immediately turned the knife to the back of his leg with his left hand, securing the scabbard between his legs. Then, he swiftly drew the knife with his left hand and slashed at the zombies in front of him, his movements as fluid as flowing water.

"Dual-wielding!" the female reporter exclaimed.

On camera, he held his two swords to his chest, assuming a double uppercut stance. At that moment, his cold eyes seemed to radiate murderous intent that pierced to the end of the street.

Chapter 58: The Power of Life and Death

"No way!!!"

"real or fake!"

"This is a student? Where did this swordsman come from?"

"Is this just for show?"

"It's an illusion, just an illusion."

At this moment, no matter where they were hiding, Japanese netizens displayed incredibly fast typing speed, capturing their shock on the screen.

Whether it's fake or an illusion, the answer will be revealed in the next second.

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With astonishing momentum, Uesugi Genshin charged forward, wielding both weapons. He leaped up, every movement, every step, was instinctive, and every detail was honed to perfection, precise, and deadly.

With his right hand, he slashed down first, then with his left hand, he slashed horizontally at the zombie on his right. His right hand also slashed horizontally to the right, knocking away the zombie behind him. His steps were very steady, and the momentum of his twisting body made his thrust incredibly sharp, accurately hitting the enemy on his left in the sternum. The tip of the blade left a deep crack in the neck bone.

The pace didn't stop; only by constantly pushing forward could we avoid being surrounded by stagnation.

Three quick steps, the third step being the same as it had been repeated countless times, with a powerful and firm stomp of the left foot.

He twisted his upper body, swung a powerful slash, and then took a fourth step forward in the same rhythm.

The sharp blade was pulled from the zombie's body, drawing a bright red line in the air.

At this point, any grappling techniques are superfluous; the zombies, like maggots, will burrow in no matter what. Although leg techniques have been incorporated, the blade continues to spin like a storm.

Every step seemed incredibly difficult, yet the footsteps never faltered, each swing of the double blades inevitably severing limbs and decapitating the target.

He turned around and slashed at the zombie on his right, then thrust his left sword straight forward, deflecting the zombie in front of him. He then twisted his waist and slashed at the lower body with his right hand, severing half of the zombie's leg. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Stepping on its body, he rushed forward and jumped up, slashing with both hands, even dislocating the arms of a zombie. With his right foot, he kicked it, and the greatly reduced weight sent it flying several meters away.

Before the zombies could surround him from both sides, he quickly moved close to the ground and broke free again without stopping. Even so, the zombies still swarmed in faster than he could kill them.

Dual-wielding was his choice after careful consideration. For safety, he gave up effective attacks. Effective attacks against zombies mean lethal, so there were severed hands and feet all over the ground, but the number of headless zombies was greatly reduced.

In the instant he stopped, he slashed with his foot, severing the legs of the zombie blocking his path. Then, he turned and brought his right-hand sword down behind him. With a cracking sound of a head breaking, the blade snapped in two. The modern alloy material finally couldn't withstand the intense combat and was destroyed. The blade spun and fell to the ground.

He plunged the broken blade into the waist and abdomen of the zombie on his left, pushed it backward forcefully, pinning it to the wooden wall, and then withdrew the knife with his left hand.

Behead!

The head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed from the severed head, staining the wooden wall crimson.

Without hesitation, he moved forward again, dodging the group of pursuers who were close behind him. He plunged his sword into the zombie at the shop entrance and rolled over to pick up a cross-shaped spear.

The gun was twirled in front of him, spinning a few times before he finally gripped it with both hands near the front of the barrel for easier gripping. His feet were shoulder-width apart, his center of gravity shifted forward, and his waist leaned slightly forward as well.

"Masaga!" the female reporter exclaimed in surprise again. "They can even use guns."

"The Sword Saint hidden in Chiba?"

"Humans have no bones!"

"Whose subordinate is this? State your name!"

"This is merely a nobody among the generals."

"What General Martial Arts Academy?"

"Is it at Soubu High School?"

"It seems that Soubu High School is located in Chiba."