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

Soon we arrived at the other side of the bridge.

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"Lower the height a bit more." The female reporter ignored the two girls who had taken refuge under the bridge. After all, it was now very clear who the main focus was; the gimmick of a modern warrior and a young swordsman was enough to make the show even more popular.

In order to capture a clearer and more perfect shot, she called for the driver.

Looking at her very photogenic muscle definition, she compared it to the bellies and clumps of hair around the navels of the middle-aged directors in the station, and sighed inwardly: What a pity.

In the footage, he draws his katana from his horse, holding a gun in his right hand and a katana in his left!

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"How many times do I have to say this?! Siguoyi!"

"Where is the God of War of Changban Slope?"

"Silver Spear Dark Horse!"

"How similar, how similar."

"Battle tactics activated! Single rider charge!"

"This is what it means to be one against a thousand!"

There are always more spectators than those who see the truth – this is Yukino Yukinoshita's most genuine feeling.

There are still more ignorant fools and stupid idiots in the world.

"I've arrived at Inagekaishi Station." Hiratsuka-sensei's voice came through the phone; she was currently driving along the Keiyo Line.

"Then please hurry, teacher. They are over at the Mihama Bridge now."

"Pick up those two girls first and bring them back." She instructed the somewhat confused teacher, Hiratsuka, who finally understood that without those two people, the superhuman Uesugi Genshin could have escaped directly.

The non-human was exactly like him. Staring at the person on the screen who had temporarily cleared a space on the bridge, she took the bow and arrows off the horse. Her eyes widened in astonishment. At the same time, a realization flashed through her mind: Hiratsuka-sensei was probably too late.

"You beast!" Hachiman Hikigaya, watching from upstairs, couldn't help but curse, but it was precisely out of respect for his dear friend. Was there anything this guy couldn't do? Was there anything else?

No wonder he claims to be extremely confident in his own martial prowess; it's more than just "confident"—he's practically praising himself to the skies.

"Unparalleled in the world!" This message appeared in the comments section, and then the entire screen was filled with it in unison, because this truly is "unparalleled in the world"!

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He threw the cross-shaped gun in his hand, which pierced through the zombie's body and smashed to the ground.

Having ridden horses for several lifetimes, this level was just the basics. Whether it was his daily life fighting nomads in Bingzhou or his 15-year-old life as a knight's squire in Swabia, Uesugi Genshin was confident that if a knightly tournament were held in the Middle Ages, he would be the one to win the crown.

Because he was so skilled at killing, and the experience of dying was so unforgettable, it was a skill that even he could never forget.

Whether he died in battle as General Gao's personal guard at the city of Xiapi, or was eventually crushed under Saladin's Muslim army by the torrent of knights.

The only thing they can boast about is their skill in killing.

He hooked the bowstring with his thumb, then pressed his index finger against the nail of his thumb, drew back the heavy vine bow, pulled it taut on horseback, aimed at the scattered zombies ahead, and released the arrow, the potential energy accumulated on the string being transferred to the arrow.

It hit the side of a zombie 15 meters away, and the powerful kinetic energy knocked it to the ground.

He casually drew another arrow from the quiver, nocked it on the bowstring, and fired it rapidly.

in!

This time it was another one's abdomen, leaving only the arrow feathers in front of the zombie.

The third branch, on the chest.

The fourth branch, on the chest.

The arrow's fletching gripped the bowstring, and as the string stretched, it gathered power again, aiming at the zombie 20 meters away.

It hit right in the head!

color!

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"Beautiful!" the female reporter exclaimed upon seeing the scene.

"Move down a little further, make sure you get his face in the shot," she called to the driver, then added to the photographer with concern.

The helicopter descended under the pilot's control and landed on the river, keeping as parallel as possible to the mounted samurai.

The samurai held the arrow in his hand, slowing the horse's pace. The horse trotted slowly with a strange rhythm, finally coming to a gentle stop.

When the camera is pointed at the young man, his stern face can be seen.

He looked this way!

The photographer and reporter were slightly stunned by the samurai's handsome appearance, and were once again convinced that he was indeed looking in their direction.

That's quite sensible!

This scene will be broadcast live nationwide, and she can already imagine how people will comment on this cherry blossom-like samurai.

But looking closely, it was as if he were looking at a dead person...

dead?

"Hello?" The female reporter gently patted the photographer's back, afraid of shaking the camera and not daring to press too hard.

Then she clearly saw that the young man had drawn the bow to its fullest extent, with the arrowhead pointing in this direction.

The photographer grinned from ear to ear, delighted by the way the photographer was posing in his presence.

"Is he pointing an arrow at us?"

The female reporter's words made the photographer's heart skip a beat, before he could say anything.

No need to doubt it.

The arrow was released from the bowstring in the next second.

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"My arm! He shot me! He shot me!"

"Ya ...

The screams and the sudden, abruptly stopped shouts on the television screen were followed by a blurry, shaky camera shot.

The camera fell into the cabin, accompanied by the sound of it pounding against the seat in a hurried but weak manner, and was then pushed out of the helicopter a second later.

The rotating lens captured blurry blue, gray, and white colors as it plunged into the water with a "plop."

The people in the room remained silent for a long time as they watched the television go dark.

"Little girl, is this your friend?" The voice was filled with surprise.

"Yes, this is my sister's friend!" Feng Bin and Xiang proudly showed off to the uncles and aunts in the room, waving their pink fists.

The residents of this apartment building, whom my sister had visited one by one over the past two days, all gathered at the home of a middle-aged couple on the second floor because... their TV was the biggest.

"That's amazing!" the young man shouted with satisfaction, full of admiration.

"I never expected that Miss Mai would have such amazing friends. I really never expected that." The housewife next to her clasped her hands together and said enviously. She had watched the dramas starring Mai Sakurajima and was a bit of a fan.

No one commented on the fact that the young man on screen appeared to have committed murder.

After all, they deserved it! Didn't they?

Sakurajima Mai smiled and agreed on the surface, but her heart was filled with helplessness, a faint bitter smile, and a sense of heartache.

Kaori, stop talking!

She turned her head away shyly, her flushed cheeks revealing her inner shame.

Subconsciously rubbing her thighs, clad in black pantyhose, her delicate toes pawing at the floor from her slippers, she couldn't handle this scene, even from her sister's unintentional attack. Her teammates beside her cheered and showered the boy with the highest praise.

The boy on screen did look good on camera, but he's definitely not her friend...

Chapter 61: So Bleeding

Holding the last arrow in his hand, with only three arrows left in his quiver, he intended to shoot them all at once.

However, after two shots entered the cabin, the last one lost its target, with nothing in sight to shoot at.

Uesugi Genshin shook his head, watched the helicopter fly away, and put the arrow back.

The angle wasn't good, and by the time it rose higher, it was too late to shoot into the cockpit.

Fine, let him off the hook.

Uesugi Genshin was quite certain that anyone hit by Shigetō's arrows would be crippled even if they didn't die, and whether they could find a doctor to treat them was unknown, not to mention that they would most likely not survive the time it took to find a doctor.

Whether the driver will be held accountable is another matter entirely.

He spurred the horse back to the bridge, pulled out the cross-shaped spear stuck in the ground, and as the nailed zombie began to move after being freed from its restraints, the spear fell and strangled it completely.

He glanced back at the remaining horde of corpses that had been drawn there, rushing towards him on the roads on both sides of the river, while others followed the receding sounds.

My body felt a bit tired, and after relaxing the moment the crisis was over, I felt somewhat listless.

After clearing out the nearby zombies, he rode his horse up the descending steps, heading down the bridge until he disappeared below the road.

The horse's hooves moved nimbly on the stone steps without tripping or slipping. Of course, horses naturally encounter uphill and downhill terrain in the wild, and how could they not know how to go down stairs when walking through rugged forests?

Once you turn into the underpass, you'll see two girls in short skirts sitting with their knees drawn up to their chests, each clutching a katana.

Hearing the crisp sound of horses' hooves, they also looked in this direction, and were overjoyed to see Uesugi Genshin appear in their field of vision.

"Are you alright?" Miura Yumiko stood up and stepped forward, asking with concern.

As Uesugi Genshin dismounted, he said, "It's safe now."

"Yay, that's great~" Yui Yuigahama breathed a sigh of relief, her back hunched and arms hanging down in a very funny pose.

"Then we're finally safe, and we can go back to school soon." Miura Yumiko also laughed happily, "Ah~ Ah~".

"Well, I'll go wash myself in the sea first." With that, he left the horse behind and walked towards the sea.

Yumiko Miura nodded with her arms crossed and said, "I understand."

"Okay, we'll wait for you here."

Seeing that the person had already left, Yui Yuigahama sat down on the ground again, leaning against the wall, or rather, sprawled there, panting. "Ha! Ah~~, I'm exhausted."

“That’s exactly what I mean, this kind of thing really shouldn’t happen again.” Miura Yumiko sat down next to Yui.

Only then did she remember the pain in her chest, which she could no longer feel. She pulled her white shirt collar outwards and looked down.

Well, sure enough, there are bruises.

The pink bra couldn't cover the milky white breasts, and indeed, bluish bruises could be seen.

It didn't hurt as long as she didn't touch it, which was her immediate impression after tentatively touching it, and she decided to avoid touching it as much as possible for the next few days.

"W-What's wrong? Yumiko?"

Yumiko Miura replied nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

They sat there waiting, having nothing to do, watching the black horse scurrying about and the cross-shaped gun casually placed against the wall.

"This child is quite pretty."

In the past, Miura Yumiko was not particularly fond of such large animals, not to mention that they actually had an undeniable odor.

However, she developed a fondness for the horse as well, so she stood up and walked over, looking at the bloodstains of zombies on its body and at its feet.

"Hehehe, I think so too. She's just as cute as my Sabre."

Yui's dog? Yui is still a bit naive when it comes to cuteness; horses and cuteness are completely unrelated.

Yumiko Miura reached out and touched the horse's mane. The smooth hair showed that it had been well-maintained, indicating that it had been well cared for by its original owner.

Seeing this, Yui Yuigahama stood on the other side and picked up the horse as well, saying, "This child is surprisingly well-behaved."

"Ah."