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

“It doesn’t matter, Miss Yang should be able to wait this long,” Uesugi Genshin nodded.

“Miss Yukino… when are you going to talk to my sister? No, you can’t be fooled by her appearance,” Yukino Yukinoshita reminded her.

"Ah, I can't exactly call her Yukinoshita too, can I? Don't worry, it won't come to that."

And has she ever really cared about anything other than her sister? Basically not!

Uesugi Genshin approached this sincere invitation with a "let's give it a try" attitude. With Yukino Yukinoshita as his priority, he could only predict Yukino Haruno's actions with a high probability.

"Ah... no, that's fine then." Yukino Yukinoshita, who had wanted to say something, abruptly ended the conversation.

"And I also want to ask you what to do tomorrow?" Hachiman hadn't forgotten why he came here.

"Tomorrow..."

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"Zaimokuza! Join the Executive Department." Sitting on his clothes on the ground, Hachiman Hikigaya invited Yoshiteru Zaimokuza.

"What? Hachiman, you're only coming to find me now?"

Cai Muzuo Yihui made a pointed remark, indicating that he would be going to sleep in a little over an hour.

He, along with Hachiman Hikigaya and Taishi from the Kawasaki family, plus Komachi Hikigaya and the Kawasaki sisters, made a total of six people. This barely met the room allocation criteria, so they decided to settle down there and officially made their home in the former Service Club classroom.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a recruitment fee." Hachiman Hikigaya pulled out a bag of potato chips from behind his back.

"You think you can bribe me, General Swordsman, with something as worthless as this!" Yoshiteru Zaimokuza stared intently at the bag of seaweed-flavored potato chips behind his glasses.

"How about adding this?" Hachiman Hikigaya pulled out a bottle of cola from behind his back.

The school's vending machines were emptied long ago. Even his MAX coffee was gone before he could even get a taste. People are really desperate. Some people even drink coffee with sugar.

This bottle of cola is like a timely rain after a long drought.

"What!" Yoshiteru Zaimokuza looked directly behind Hachiman Hikigaya to see what other good stuff was there.

Hachiman Hikigaya subtly blocked his view and asked, "How is it?"

"The Execution Department, is that the organization that goes out to scavenge?"

"No, the Execution Department is the General Armed Forces' external armed violence group, responsible for all field affairs." Scavenging sounds too harsh; it'll damage their reputation.

"Are we going outside to face those guys?" Yoshiteru Zaimokuza asked.

Hachiman Hikigaya readily admitted, "Yes, it will be very dangerous."

Why did you come to recruit me?

He decided to tell the truth: "Because you are very reliable, I was ordered to form my own team, but I can't recruit anyone."

Yoshiteru Zaimokuza looked up at Hachiman Hikigaya and said, "...Okay, I'm super cool for lending a helping hand to the weak."

"Idiot, don't make it sound so cool." Despite knowing the danger, Zaimokuza still agreed to his own suggestion.

So how many people do we need to recruit?

"Hmm~, we'll probably need 3 to 5 people in the beginning." Ye Shan's side already has five people, so they don't have to worry at all. They can't let their side be outdone.

"I see, so I'm the first one." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes."

“Um, brother, actually I can do it too,” Kawasaki Taishi, who had been listening to their conversation, suddenly said.

"What are you talking about? You need to consider your sister's feelings," Hachiman Hikigaya retorted directly.

This is the only male heir in the Kawasaki family. If Daishi has another accident, the Kawasaki family will be... He still clearly remembers the heartbreak of Kawasaki when her younger brother turned into a zombie, and she held his body and cried bitterly. She already lost one brother, and she couldn't afford to lose another one.

Kawasaki Taishi only spoke up because his sister was busy helping Jinghua wash up and wasn't there.

“No, I’d be happy to help Nii-san.” Kawasaki Taishi shook his head.

"No, it just won't work."

"Why is this happening?!"

"In that case, I do have two candidates."

Two people from the game club I knew before.

"Let me introduce you. These two are Qin Ye and Sagami."

The boy named Qin Ye had a slightly hunched, thin physique, glasses with frames without lenses, and sharp-looking eyes. He also had dark green hair and pupils.

The other one, Sagami, had fair skin and looked like a middle school student. He wore round glasses, but his reddish-brown hair and surname seemed vaguely familiar.

"Mr. Sword Master, what can I do for you?" Qin Ye pushed up his glasses.

“Ah, it was I who found you two through my woodworking platform,” Hachiman Hikigaya said, stepping forward.

"So?" Sagami pushed up his glasses.

"I would like to invite you two to join me in discussing this important matter."

......

"I see." Qin Ye pushed up his glasses.

“Do you think we’d agree? It’s too dangerous,” Sagami said.

"Recruitment is based on compensation first. If someone with great talent is only treated as a group leader, even I would refuse. Hachiman, tell us about our treatment." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza nodded as if he were agreeing with something.

"In short, a salary system will be implemented later, and the executive department will definitely be the highest-paid department among all departments. We will also try our best to ensure that employees can eat meat every meal, which is impossible in other places."

"Furthermore, our minister is that one! That sword saint, Uesugi Genshin! Our safety can be guaranteed under his command, and he won't waste our lives in vain."

"Finally, with all these highlights, you will definitely become the most handsome men of our time and will be very popular with girls."

Qin Ye pushed up his glasses again. "Yeah, but none of that really matters."

Sagami nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, that's not what we really want."

Qin Ye stated his final negotiation point: "If you can agree to our demands, then we will agree."

"Exactly."

Hachiman Hikigaya listened attentively, "Please speak."

"Our game club room was locked up and the key was taken away because of the former vice president, Yukinoshita..."

“...I see.” Hachiman Hikigaya acknowledged.

"Leave everything to me!" Leave everything to Genshin; he's the minister, let him negotiate with Yukinoshita.

"Really?!" Qin Ye stood up in surprise.

"Really?" Sagami looked at Hachiman Hikigaya with delight.

"Really, don't worry about the key. I will return it to you."

"Then I'll join."

"Yes, me too."

"Good! This is the time for heroes to gather." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza laughed loudly.

"Then, for our team building activities..." Hachiman Hikigaya emptied everything out of his backpack.

"This, this is!"

"oh oh!"

"Yo, Hachiman~"

The snacks and drinks scattered all over the floor were things he had casually taken when he went to the supermarket with Genshin and Hayama.

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The kendo dojo, bathed in the morning sunlight, produced a peculiar Tyndall effect, making one realize that this is truly morning.

Uesugi Genshin sat upright in the main seat, cross-legged on the wooden floor, with his most beloved gold-lacquered black katana beside him.

Hachiman and Hayato Hayama, who arrived earlier, were ordered by him to sit to their left and right below.

"Is this the place?" came Tobe Sho's distinctive noisy and lively voice.

Then they walked in and saw three imposing figures deep within the dojo.

"Ah..." This kind of atmosphere makes people unconsciously suppress their voices.

Hayato Hayama waved to them, gesturing for them to sit behind him.

"Hayato, are you being so serious?" Tobe Sho sat down right behind Hayama Hayato, then leaned forward, tugged at his sleeve, and asked in a low voice.

"After all, it's my first time joining the club."

Next, the group from Hachiman's side also came over. Seeing the seating arrangement of both sides, they consciously sat behind Hachiman. Because of their chuunibyou (delusional) tendencies, they sat in an unusually serious posture, always maintaining a cool pose that was impeccable from any angle.

"Well......"

Seeing the posture of the person opposite them, Hayama Hayato's group couldn't help but adjust their own cool posture to face them. Yamato even pulled Tobe Sho so that the three of them could sit side by side.

Finally, Tamaki, the former student council president of Seaside High School, arrived. Upon entering the dojo, he subconsciously swallowed.

He had never been so nervous before. Everyone in the dojo sat very solemnly, with a dozen pairs of eyes looking at him.

Is this a trap?

Hayato Hayama beckoned first, silently patting the empty seat slightly to his left and behind him, signaling him to sit down.

"..." Yu Sheng walked over silently and sat down next to Hayama Hayato in a somewhat comical manner, looking too nervous.

However, no one looked at him or noticed his loss of composure; everyone was watching the young man sitting in the main seat.

He tied up his signature samurai-style topknot, with side hair hanging down beside his handsome face, and the black shirt he wore flowed like a haori.

Uesugi Genshin picked up his sword and tapped the floor with the hilt.

"Everyone is here. Before we begin, I need to establish a rule. To all of you in the Executive Department, I am the sole authority in the Executive Department. Please address me with respect and call me Minister."

Hachiman, who had been deeply assimilated by his subordinates, was the first to turn around, facing Uesugi Genshin, and bowed, saying, "Yes, sir!"

The people behind him followed suit, and Hayato Hayama also knew what to do.

Everyone.

"Yes!"

"minister!"

Volume 2: Chiba's Sword Saint

Chapter 77: The Ghost Minister

Before they arrived, Hachiman asked, "What are you planning to do? Give them swords? Teach them swordsmanship?"

“How could that be?” Uesugi Genshin shook his head in denial.

"If they use a stick for a month, a knife for a year, and a spear for a lifetime, they probably wouldn't even be able to master the 'blade tendon' if they used a knife directly."

"Blade stick" is a Japanese kanji term that refers to the uniformity of the direction in which a sword moves and the direction its blade points. Because Japanese Kendo places great emphasis on the "cut" (or "slash"), this specific term was created to describe the fundamental requirement of this slash.

During a sword strike, the angle at which the blade points must be exactly the same as the direction in which the blade travels, and the sword must pass through the target in a straight line.

This allows the tip to generate enormous pressure, disrupting the surface tension of the target object and allowing it to pass through with minimal resistance, thus separating the target object.

The most egregious example of a faulty "blade rib" is when the sword's trajectory and the direction of its edge deviate, causing it to "slap" the target object and resulting in metal-induced bending of the blade that cannot be straightened.

When a beginner gets their hands on a knife, the first strike might not seem like much, but with continuous slashing, it's inevitable that they'll lose control of the blade's direction.

If it were a living person, there would be nothing to say, because a living person would bleed to death as long as a wound was inflicted, relying on a beating heart. But zombies are different.

They are simply created with superficial wounds, without any actual damage.

When chopping and cutting become scraping and slicing, the purpose of using a knife is lost, and it is better to use a blunt weapon directly.

After explaining, Hayama Hayato nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, it's best to build up combat strength as quickly as possible from the start."