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

Ten minutes, maybe fifteen minutes, passed.

"You're speaking so slowly!" Miura Yumiko began to say in a seemingly complaining tone, as time seemed to drag on, because her mood became impatient and anxious after she felt safe.

"Ah, I hope everything's alright."

"The area isn't very safe either." That's what I really meant.

"Maybe so." We can't be sure if it's really safe; we'll have to go up and check to confirm.

"Let's go take a look."

"Hey~, this isn't a good idea, let's just wait here."

"It's nothing. What if Uesugi got into danger while I was away for so long?"

"Danger?" Yui Yuigahama tapped her cheek, imagining in her mind a naked Uesugi Genshin being chased by zombies on the coast. Hmm... that does seem pretty dangerous.

She blurred certain parts of her face with mosaics like Truth-Seeking Balls because she couldn't imagine them, but she had seen almost everything else and could easily recreate them in her mind.

"Ah! Wait for me." Seeing Miura Yumiko leaning on her sword and starting to walk out, Yuigahama Yui quickly followed.

Then the two of them quietly squatted on the lawn by the shore.

Looking at the naked man in the sea in the distance.

"That's so erotic~"

"Ah! Ah! Ahh! Yumiko, what are you saying?"

Yui is too naive; how could she be so easily swayed?

Although both of them squatted down, their postures were unusually proper, so even when they were lying on the ground, no one could see the view under their skirts.

Yumiko Miura shook her head, continuing to look at the vaguely visible, strong, and shapely buttocks. "You'll understand when you see it."

"What do you understand just by looking?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from behind them, startling them, but the voice sounded very familiar.

Looking back, isn't that Hiratsuka-sensei?

"Ah!!!!!" Yui Yuigahama looked as if she had been caught doing something shameful, and wanted to disappear into the ground in embarrassment.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, you're too slow!" Miura Yumiko squatted on the ground like a delinquent girl, looking up at the late-arriving Hiratsuka-sensei.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry," Ms. Hiratsuka apologized earnestly, "but you two..."

She stood behind the two of them, looking ahead, where the young man in the sea was naked.

"Ha~~" She sighed and pulled Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui up. "Don't peep here."

"This isn't spying..." I'm just a little worried.

"Hahaha..." Yui Yuigahama didn't refute the teacher's choice of words at all, and just let out her unique, perfunctory laughter to get by.

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The blood on the body is exceptionally difficult to wash off. Over time, the heme in the blood oxidizes the ferrous iron in it into ferric iron, which then coagulates with the proteins in the blood.

Simply keep rubbing your skin with your hands until it turns slightly red, making it impossible to tell whether the redness is on the surface or under the skin.

That's the best we can do.

My thumb is a little sore and painful. I have a bow and arrow, but no thumb ring. Luckily, I am using the Eastern shooting method. If I were using the Mediterranean shooting method, where I use my index, middle, and ring fingers to draw the bowstring, those three fingers would hurt.

Uesugi Genshin untied his hair, rubbed it a few times with his hands in the water, and put the hair tie back on his wrist.

He turned back to the shore, to the spot where he had taken off his clothes.

"..."

There were two bottles of water and a towel next to the clothes.

Uesugi Genshin first opened a bottle and drank from it. After finishing the whole bottle, he opened another one, picked up a towel with his right hand, and poured water on his body to wash away the salt.

Once he felt much fresher, he put on his pants, leaving him only with his pants and jacket. Without the white shirt underneath, wearing the jacket felt a bit awkward.

Back under the bridge, I saw Ms. Hiratsuka leaning against her car smoking on the bridge. She waved to me, indicating that she should wait up there.

He replied with an "OK" and walked back under the bridge.

"You're finally all better."

Uesugi Genshin never expected that he would be told by Miura Yumiko, a girl, that he took too long to take a bath.

"Haha, sorry, the blood is a bit hard to wash off."

"Why is your hair down?" Miura Yumiko looked up at Uesugi Genshin's hair. "Uesugi, you would definitely be popular if you tied your hair up."

"Right? Yui?"

"Hahaha...yes."

"What are we going to do with this child?" Miura Yumiko asked, pointing at the horse. The nature modified by humans doesn't provide it with a suitable environment, not to mention this is the apocalypse. If we just leave it like this, the child...

"Hmm... you released them?"

"Hey!" It was clear that she had developed feelings for him, after all, he had really helped her a lot during their escape.

"Eh? No way~" This also applies to Yui Yuigahama.

"Then we'll just have to keep it." Bringing it back to school isn't difficult, and it won't be needed as a warhorse anymore. It just might not get the same good food as before. Hopefully, it can adapt.

"What's its name?" Yumiko Miura asked, stroking the horse.

"I don't know, how about we come up with a name now?" The horse from a local equestrian school is probably not a racehorse, but you can clearly see the bulging veins on its head, it's very robust.

“Then think of one.” Miura Yumiko directly handed over the naming rights to Uesugi Genshin.

"Let me think... how about the Emperor of Hokkaido?" Yes, his family is from Hokkaido.

"Isn't that too casual? Just like the Night Emperor?" Yui Yuigahama clearly had a slightly inappropriate thought, after all, they were both black, weren't they?

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Yuihama, something's not right with you.

"Not good at all! Do you think this name is worthy of the child? Think about it again!" Even Yumiko Miura had heard of another horse named DIO, which her father had mentioned at home before.

What else could it be called? We can't exactly call it the Northern Black Steed, can we?

"Then let's call it Unparalleled, Kitaguni Unparalleled." From today onwards, its name will be Kitaguni Unparalleled.

"Hmph! It's just ordinary~" As if she were treating her own child, Miura Yumiko was still somewhat dissatisfied, but she didn't say much, stroking the horse's body with her hand.

In fact, Uesugi Genshin preferred to name him Invincible, but he followed the local tradition, and names like RiceShower and MejiroArdan really have all sorts of elements.

"Musou! Musou~" Yui Yuigahama called out the horse's new name, and the horse was as affectionate as usual, without any special reaction.

Do horses remember their own names? There is no evidence to suggest so. They rarely care about their names; names are simply given to them by humans for easy identification.

Simply put, it's about doing meaningless things; humans love doing meaningless things...

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Chapter Sixty-Two: Triumph? Triumph!

"Yui, you go back upstairs first. I have something to discuss with Uesugi." Before leaving, Miura Yumiko told Yui Yuigahama to go ahead.

"Eh? Um..." Yui Yuigahama glanced at Genshin Uesugi, and seeing that he didn't say anything, "Well, I'll go up first."

His overly hesitant appearance made Miura Yumiko cover her face, saying, "This won't do."

Miura Yumiko has already considered Uesugi Genshin as a friend, and because they are friends, they can interact without any reservations.

In comparison, Yui seemed less open-minded.

It's really...too sweet.

"Is there something you need?" Uesugi Genshin pulled on the reins, dragging Musou aside.

"About Hayato."

"?" Uesugi Genshin had thought she had forgotten about it. "You really are persistent~"

“Isn’t that obvious?” Miura Yumiko replied, arms crossed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Love requires perseverance; giving up over trivial matters is half-hearted, and...

"I don't want to just wait here." She didn't know why she mustered up her courage. This impulse was probably because of the danger today. If she could get through such a life-or-death moment, what else couldn't she muster up courage for?

"I want to understand, I want... a deeper relationship."

Because I wanted to become close to them, I wanted to know that if it didn't start, it wouldn't have an ending.

“Hmm~” Uesugi Genshin glanced to one side, “The first letter of the name of the girl Hayama cares about is Y.”

For a moment, Yumiko Miura showed a joyful expression; her name was Yumiko. But the next instant, her expression froze, turning into astonishment.

Because this isn't about her, it's not referring to her. Since he said it would be a blow to her, then this Y...

"how do you know?"

"It's just like a girls' pajama party."

This means that some boys will also be asked by their peers who their crush is.

“I see…” Miura Yumiko lowered her head, then looked up again, her eyes sparkling. “Who is she?”

"The Yukinoshita family and the Hayama family are old friends. Yukinoshita has an older sister named Haruno."

"Yukinoshita? That guy? What's her connection to him?"

"The older sister that Yeshan has admired since she was a child, although she is not very old, and she is only in college now."

"When they were little, Yukinoshita and Hayama were in the same class. At that time, Yukinoshita was isolated because she couldn't handle interpersonal relationships well. One Valentine's Day, her family asked her to give Hayama a chocolate as a token of her loyalty. After she gave it to him, all the girls in the class mistook it for a confession and began to be hostile towards Yukinoshita."

"Hayama tried to emulate Yukino's sister's effortless social skills, hoping to help her, but the hostility turned into bullying."

"..."

"After that, Hayama changed. He became someone who wanted everyone to be happy, did everything he could to maintain a semblance of peace, and didn't want it to be broken."

This means a transformation into a saint; Hayato Hayama's belief is to seek common ground while respecting differences, and for everyone to put aside their disputes and get along well.

This is completely different from his approach of seeking common ground with Hachiman and Yukino Yukinoshita. The truth is, this world is not gentle at all, and someone will always get hurt.

"Hayato... so that's how he is." The truth that has been laid bare reveals that the status quo Hayato wants to maintain is what Miura Yumiko hopes for, or rather, wants to, and might destroy.

"I don't intend to give up," Miura Yumiko said to Uesugi Genshin, as if emphasizing or comforting herself. "I still have a chance of winning."

The Queen of Soubu High School would not show any sign of fear.

"Oh, I'll cheer you on!" This was all the support he could offer, including words, aside from actions. Although he had a premonition that impulsiveness would backfire, the best approach was to carefully wait for the wall to rot and collapse...

“You’re a really nice person.” Miura Yumiko burst out laughing.

"?" Uesugi Genshin hesitated for a moment, then held out his hand to stop him, saying, "Don't do that."

Evaluating actions and evaluating character are two completely different things, just as one cannot judge a person as a good person based on a single act of kindness.

But just as he felt it was okay to tell Yumiko Miura about Yukino Yukinoshita, she wouldn't care or say anything now.

Even he didn't think there was anything wrong with Miura Yumiko's personality; at most, she was just another blonde loser.

No, according to my impression, Her Majesty the Queen is not that weak; she is, after all, a lioness.

On the contrary, Miura Yumiko earnestly expressed her gratitude: "No, thank you so much for taking care of me on the way."

Just like his current lazy and nonchalant demeanor, he never gave them a cold shoulder along the way. Miura Yumiko will always remember that, not to mention...

"Oh well, don't worry about it." I saw his nonchalant expression.

“That’s nothing~” Miura Yumiko said with a smile again, “You really are gentle.”

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"Ah~, Yumiko." Yui Yuigahama waved to Yumiko Miura as she walked over.

"Are you going to take the horse back with you?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked, puffing on his cigarette and exhaling a smoke ring.