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

"Don't give yourself away, you jerk! Which class are you in?"

"And which class are you in?"

"Be careful, the vice president will investigate and issue a warning."

"Are you trying to scare me? What right does she have to interfere here?"

Some people were watching the skewed comments, but others were still glued to the screen; the fight had already begun.

Benefiting from his previous habit of taking the lead and gaining an offensive advantage, Uesugi Genshin took the lead, holding a gun behind his back, and charged into the horde of corpses.

The cross-shaped gun rose from behind, the small branch stretching towards the zombie's throat, slicing it to the ground. Using the momentum, it turned and thrust forward, causing another zombie to fall backward. Then, it turned in the opposite direction, the counterweight smashing towards the third zombie. Turning again, it swung the gun forward, slicing across the throat of the fourth zombie.

He stepped forward and knocked the fifth zombie to the ground. He pressed the tip of his blade against the neck of the sixth zombie, forcing it to the ground.

After taking a break and creating some space, he held the gun at a downward angle. The seventh zombie was right in front of him. He raised the gun, pushed its arm aside, turned around, and swung the counterweight at it again.

He stabbed and thrust left and right, but the zombies couldn't get close to him.

Those who weren't fatally wounded froze for a moment after falling to the ground, briefly losing their target, but were then drawn by the sound, searching for their target behind them, and pounced again.

As time went on, Uesugi Genshin fought his way through the horde of corpses twice. Few fell to the ground, but most suffered wounds that severely restricted their movements, making them much slower.

Suppressing the fatigue that made his arm tremble, he threw the cross-shaped gun, pinning a zombie to the ground.

He pulled the katana out of the zombie corpse, stood up, and the number of zombies continued to increase over time. This was probably the maximum number in the vicinity, but most of them no longer posed a threat.

Uesugi Genshin lunged forward again, his blade gleaming, his eyes flashing with a fiery killing intent, and a low growl escaping through his teeth.

This time, there was no mercy; every attack was aimed at killing. The modern alloy was far sharper than the forging techniques of ancient craftsmen, easily slicing through flesh, severing bones, and exposing marrow.

He crouched low and lunged forward, moving sideways through the horde of zombies, slashing left and right with his blade, sliding forward seven or eight meters in an instant.

He took a step forward, lunged straight, and thrust the blade three-tenths of an inch into the ground. He paused, then pushed back the zombies behind him. He then lunged forward in three stages, advancing four more steps.

He executed a backhand horizontal slash to the throat followed by a fronthand horizontal slash to the head in one fluid motion. Stepping on the fallen corpse, he leaped up and performed a jumping slash, then kicked the zombie, whose body was half gone, away.

Single-mindedly charging forward, his spearhead pierced through layers of corpses, cutting through half the street once again.

He plunged the knife into the zombie's corpse, took off his clothes soaked in blood and sweat, untied the hair tie from his wrist, and haphazardly tied his hair behind his head. Even so, it didn't look too messy.

I adjusted my shoulders, changed the position of the katana, and gripped it with both hands. The textured sharkskin and the leather and rope wrapped around it felt amazing, and I was ready to start the next round of killing.

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Hokkaido.

As the young man's face gradually became clearer on the television screen, the man leaned forward, blinking incredulously. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the screen, his index finger shaking uncontrollably. He hadn't been quite sure before, but now he was absolutely certain.

Communication with Hokkaido had been cut off, and there was little hope left.

He turned to look at the woman holding the baby beside him and said in fluent Hokkaido dialect, "Isn't this our son?"

Chapter 59: The Sword of the Living Can Also Be the Blade of the Dead

Zongwu High School, Student Council Room.

"This guy is that amazing!" Tobe Sho held his phone above his head, looking at the person on the screen with awe.

"Hey, keep your voice down, Ministry of Revenue," Yamato complained.

Tobu Sho said nonchalantly, "Hey, what does it matter? We can't hear anything anyway. The helicopter is too noisy."

"Quiet down! Or get out!" Yukino Yukinoshita stood angrily with her hands on her hips, looking furious.

Startled into silence, Tobe Sho glanced furtively at Hayama Hayato again, his voice much softer: "Hayato, what are you worried about? Aren't Yumiko and Yuihama safe?"

To be honest, seeing that they were no longer being chased and running away, Tobe Shojin breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Yamato and Ooka.

"Can we really call this safe?" Hayama Hayato asked with a wry smile.

"Huh? This guy named Uesugi is pretty strong, he'll definitely be able to protect Yumiko well."

"Uesugi is impressive, but as long as the helicopter is following them, they can't be safe."

“That’s right.” Tobe Sho knew that he just didn’t want to think about it.

He turned to look at Yukino Yukinoshita, and Hayato Hayama also asked Yukinoshita, "Is this alright?"

"All that's left is to wait for Hiratsuka-sensei, but it seems there's no time." Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the screen, and the frost on her face didn't dissipate but instead solidified.

The distance from Hiratsuka-sensei's place in Chuo Ward to Hanamigawa is 10 kilometers as the crow flies, even without taking a detour. If you really want to get there, half an hour would be considered fast.

Yukino Yukinoshita stared at the young man in the video, lost in thought.

Is this what you rely on?

Uesugi.

Seeing Yukino Yukinoshita's stunned silence, Tobe Sho could only turn his gaze back to his phone.

"This! This is!"

"go out!"

"Feel sorry!"

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The Shinto Munen-ryu school does not teach techniques for the Ōdachi (great dagger); these are the techniques for using the Zanbato (horse-chopping sword) and two-handed swords, but they are universal.

He stood firmly with his feet apart, the five-foot-eight-inch nodachi held beside him, just above his head, with the sword on his back, since it couldn't be drawn from the front.

With its astonishing curve and length, the blade is razor-sharp, and as it rotates, it reflects the dazzling sunlight.

With his left hand, wrapped in a red shirt, gripping the blade, he watched as two zombies charged towards him. He lunged forward, slashing the blade to the right, and then slammed his left shoulder into the left side of the zombie's chest, sending both zombies flying in an instant.

The blade pierced straight into the bone, and the fallen zombie could not get up again, pinned to the ground. The hilt of the sword was lifted and slammed forward. After the zombie's movements stopped, the blade was rotated, and with the weight of the nodachi, the hilt slammed into its foot, instantly flipping it to the ground.

Then, with both hands, it thrust straight into the throat, forcefully pushing the blade out, using the momentum to pull it out, and jumped to the side. Using one foot as the center of gravity, it quickly turned around to dodge the attack, twisted its waist, and swung the blade to cut the muscle between its legs. It instantly lost its center of gravity, used the knife to deflect the next zombie's attack, swung it in a circle and slashed down, raised the knife in its hand and quickly drew a semi-circle again, slashing to the other side.

In just 10 seconds, 8 zombies were knocked down and 3 died.

The nodachi is more efficient at killing in chaotic formations, but in the realm of cutting through melons and vegetables, the greatsword is undoubtedly stronger.

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"That's too dangerous!" Kasumigaoka Utaha screamed.

"Ah, um, but Uesugi-kun's muscles are really nice." Kato Megumi said, hooking her arm around his fair swan neck as she looked at him and nodding.

These words made Kasumigaoka Utaha want to turn around and glare at her junior. She might have moved her head slightly, but her eyes did not shift their gaze at all.

Aki Tomoya adjusted his glasses and exclaimed in admiration, "Brilliantly fresh and delicious!"

"So why take off your clothes?!" Eriri Sawamura glanced at it a few more times, her gaze always irresistibly drawn to it.

Appropriate exercise can attract the attention of the opposite sex, but excessive exercise can only attract the same sex.

Watching the nimble movements on the screen, easily navigating among the horde of corpses, blood inevitably splattered onto him.

"Isn't it because of a good event?" Kato Megumi put her finger to her lips.

"If I get caught, I'll just die."

"Sawamura, can you please stop jinxing me?"

"What?! Wasn't I telling the truth?"

After stabilizing the situation, he never let the zombies get close again, and the perilous situation turned into an aesthetic of slaughter.

Looking at this fatally charming, intoxicatingly suffocating young man, the samurai-like handsome youth before me was as radiant as cherry blossoms.

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The streets were littered with corpses; nothing but him remained standing. He had slaughtered his way through the entire street three times, but moments later, scattered zombies reappeared at the ends of both sides of the street.

That's about it for the area nearby, but people from further away are still coming in droves.

Uesugi Genshin took out his phone from his pocket, turned it on, turned the volume up to the maximum, clicked on music, played a song, and casually tossed it on the ground.

The phone's built-in speakers temporarily masked the roar of the helicopter within a small area.

There wasn't much electricity to begin with, and I didn't feel like charging it.

He released the nodachi from his hand, letting it fall to the ground. He pulled the sword from the corpse stuck in the shop entrance, and following his old habit, spun the blade vertically and used his fist to shake off the blood droplets clinging to it.

He casually tore off a piece of clothing from a corpse, carefully wiped the bloodstains off the blade, and picked up the discarded scabbard from the ground.

Rotate three times, sheath the sword, and put it back in its scabbard. This step is to loosen up the tense muscles. The blood vibration is also to shake off some of the blood so that it can be wiped off more easily. Inserting the sword into the scabbard with the blood still on it would be a big problem.

This is a dogmatic sense of ritual that has always existed in his heart and he has never forgotten.

As I pushed open the door and entered the store, I saw Miura Yumiko, who was stroking a horse in the corner, coming to greet me.

"You're covered in blood!" she cried anxiously, rushing over to check on you. "Are you hurt?"

Yui Yuigahama followed behind, asking, "Are you alright?"

Uesugi Genshin casually untied the clothes wrapped around his hands: "Don't worry, it's zombie blood."

"Who knows if it will cause problems if it gets on him!" Miura Yumiko took the paper cup next to her and poured water on his body, then took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

She may appear arrogant and domineering, but deep down she is a caring older sister who just doesn't know how to express it.

In the past, when she acted capriciously towards Hayama Hayato, she was actually just being affectionate. Hayama Hayato was aware of this, and he never doubted Miura Yumiko's character, which is why they remained friends.

Her frequent companion, Ebina Hina, is a fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance) who gets nosebleeds at the sight of close friendships between men, but Hina doesn't mind at all and even helps to stop her from going berserk.

She is good friends with Yui Yuigahama, and she will give Yui Yuigahama advice on her indecisive personality, though her words are often harsh.

In fact, I don't know whether to call her an idiot or just naive. She's similar to Yui Yuigahama in that she's unlikely to doubt others, which means she's actually quite easy to fool.

She took another water glass from Yui Yuigahama, gulped it down, and reached out for another glass, saying, "Don't wipe it anymore, you're still sweating."

"Shut up." With that, she snatched the water that Yui Yuigahama had brought her and poured it on the blood again. The blood was hard to wash off, and the handkerchief was also stained red.

Calling him a blood-soaked person might be an exaggeration. Zombies die from causes that don't actually spurt blood; what's on his body is mostly splattered blood.

"What is this?!" After the handkerchief proved useless, she simply wiped her face with her sleeve.

Yui Yuigahama ran to get a new glass of water. Feeling the smoothness in her hand, she raised her hand to look at it and saw bloodstains on it. She was startled at first, then looked at the glass and saw a bright red streak on it.

"Xiao Xuan! Are you hurt? There's blood on the cup!"

Miura Yumiko suddenly looked up, staring at Uesugi Genshin's face. Then she touched the skin of his chest and abdomen with her fingers, tracing a circle, but found no wound. Then she remembered the one on the cup, so she pulled down his arm and examined his hand.

"Your hand is injured!" she exclaimed reproachfully, then raised her hand and examined it closely in the light.

"It must have been an accidental cut from the blade." The wound wasn't large or deep; it was just a small cut at most.

It might be dangerous if it got mixed with zombie blood, but luckily it was covered by clothes and its hands were still clean.

"Fine! You're such a person!" That calmness, as if you were indifferent to life and death, made Miura Yumiko's anger rise.

The intense gaze made Uesugi Genshin involuntarily look away, a wave of guilt washing over him. He had acted impulsively while chopping, and he needed to rediscover the Zen mind he had cultivated in his previous lives.

"It might hurt a little." After saying that, Miura Yumiko, who was holding her breath, began to treat his wound in an unexpected way.

Yumiko Miura asked Yui Yuigahama for her clean handkerchief and carefully cleaned the wound on her palm. She was not only very caring, but also kept asking her questions such as whether it hurt.

To say she has maternal instincts would be nonsense, but surprisingly she has a protective nature towards her chicks.

Then he carefully wrapped the handkerchief around it and tied a tight knot.

At this point, people no longer care whether tightening the wound will affect its healing; safety is the top priority.

After bandaging his hand, Uesugi Genshin turned and walked toward the full armor of a man and horse.

Chapter 59: The Arrow Knight

"Wait, it's not clean yet." Miura Yumiko chased after him, scolding him.

Uesugi Genshin let her do as she pleased. The blood on her body had an unpleasant stickiness to it. He stroked the leather and iron plates and said seriously, "Yuihama, bring the horse over."

Although the horse armor is a style from before the Edo period, the saddle is a modern design.

It feels rather incongruous. I don't know what the maker of this armor was thinking. It's clearly a "collectible" that should never be used and only needs to be reproduced to ensure its aesthetic appeal.

"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama pointed to herself in surprise, clearly not expecting this situation.

She watched as Xiao Xuanhuan unfastened the leather buckles of his armor on the model, while Youmeizi examined his blood-smeared back, realizing that no one seemed to be answering her.