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

"You might feel sore tonight, so remember to massage it." It's okay if you don't, your body will heal on its own, Uesugi Genshin added.

"How do I press it? Minister, could you demonstrate?" Qin Ye pushed up his glasses.

"Figure it out yourself." Uesugi Genshin was no longer so gentle this time.

"Yes~" "Oh." "......"

The small gate to the playground was blocked by obstacles, so they circled half of the school before finally returning through the main gate.

The corpses that had accumulated on the road were not cleared away. Only the school was cleaned up. The cleanup team from the organization department that had been assigned numbers to collect the corpses would throw these zombies, which clearly smelled nauseating, into the incinerator after the streets were safe.

They really went in a big circle before finally arriving at the pool next to the playground. If the small gate to the playground had been open, they wouldn't have had to walk so far, which was very inconvenient.

Seeing that no one was around, they took off their shirts and rinsed them with water.

"Glug glug glug." Yoshiteru Zaimoto pointed the hose connected to the faucet at his face, splashing water everywhere.

"Fool!" Sagami was soaked from head to toe.

After seeing this, Yi Hui burst into laughter, "Hahahahahaha."

"..." Sagami took the hose, aimed it at him, and started spraying.

Yoshiaki Zaimu blocked the water with one hand, striking a pose to block the water, causing the water to splash around again.

"You two!!!" Qin Ye was soaked from behind Sagami.

Thus, the three of them started a three-way internal battle, and their pants, which shouldn't have gotten wet, became soaking wet.

"What a bunch of idiots," Hachiman muttered to himself from the other side of the pool opposite them.

Uesugi Genshin watched the scene unfold with a smile, "Ah, indeed, haha."

"Yes." Hachiman looked across at the other side and smiled knowingly.

"In that case, let them go to the shower room by the swimming pool." Uesugi Genshin picked up a towel and dried himself.

"Hey, you guys, stop looking." Hayama Hayato's voice, who was also in charge of discipline, came from the special building.

Uesugi Genshin and Hachiman looked over there, where he was chasing away a few students who had come to idly stroll around.

Shrugging, Uesugi Genshin didn't pay much attention; the pool was in a corner, not in a very conspicuous place.

Just as the two of them finished dressing, Hayama Hayato walked over and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Then let's go too," Uesugi Genshin said, indicating that it was alright.

"Go wash up in the showers over by the pool, there shouldn't be anyone there now," Hachiman said to the team members who had stopped moving.

"Okay~" "Got it."

Finally, he rinsed the blade clean with water, and before leaving, he picked up a cloth and carefully dried it. The rosary pattern on the blade was clearly visible again. Uesugi Genshin led the two to the front gate and to his car.

His eyes darted back and forth between Hachiman and the cart before he finally decided, "I'll drive."

"Is it really necessary to hesitate for so long?" Hachiman rolled his eyes.

"This isn't some cheap consumable. Did you bring all your weapons?" Uesugi Genshin asked with a sigh before getting into the car.

"Hmm." Hachiman flipped his wrist and swung his stick around in circles.

"Ready?" Hayato Hayama obediently raised his baseball bat.

“Very good.” Uesugi Genshin nodded and got into the driver’s seat, while Hachiman and Hayama sat in the back.

The two men leaned on their baseball bats to their right, and the water droplets on Hachiman's bats had mostly evaporated by the time they had walked.

Uesugi Genshin started the car. "Let's go to Newport first."

The powerful engine roared to life again as the Jeep Wrangler started moving smoothly at low speed.

"Where to go first?"

"Let's go to Xinhang first." He set his destination in the south, turned the steering wheel, and set off.

"It's very clean, the seaside boulevard." No matter how many times he compared it, Hachiman didn't think it was a street from the apocalypse. It was probably because it was too remote.

"If the beach is clean, I'd like to go for a walk on the beach," Uesugi Genshin said, looking out the driver's side window.

As this is a project currently being planned by the Organization Department, Hachiman raised the question, "If we're establishing a safety zone, should it be expanded westward?"

Hayato Hayama asked, "Isn't it too far?"

"Yes, there are some." Uesugi Genshin nodded. "Because we only have 300 people, we still have too few."

Hachiman replied, "Then we can only reduce the area of ​​our jurisdiction for now. Let's block off the five roads and station guards at each entrance." This is the current solution.

The intersections around the Zongwu High School, the adjacent apartment building, and the entrances to other buildings on all four sides all need to be blocked first.

"Use the car and table first, then get the materials from here." The car slowed down with a sudden stop, and the place Uesugi Genshin was referring to was the building materials company outside the car window.

Hachiman and Hayato Hayama turned around and saw it too, then turned back and agreed.

"Okay." "Let's do it that way."

"It's alright, not too many." The target location in front of the car was not surrounded, and only a dozen or so zombies on this road were rushing towards the car with living people.

“I think your criteria for evaluating quantity are completely different from those of normal people,” Hachiman criticized.

"Is that so?" Uesugi Genshin even had the leisure to turn his head to look at the back seat.

"Look ahead, you idiot."

Chapter 84: Tofu Pudding and Curry

There was no bloodstain at the entrance or inside the hardware store, but there were black spots on the road surface that looked like spilled paint, with bloodstains dried and congealed.

The afternoon sun, nearing dusk, cast shadows of buildings across the entire street.

Across the street is a natural gas company, and this street is lined with buildings like this; companies that would be better suited to be located in a corner of the city are all crammed into this remote part of Chiba City.

"I'm looking for a place to get off the bus."

First, find an open space where you can have time to stand, otherwise it would be bad if someone pounced on you the moment you opened the car door.

As soon as they came to a stop against a wall, the three men swiftly grabbed their weapons and got out of the car, their clothes billowing in the wind as they stepped out.

With a resounding clang of the sword being drawn, the katana was pulled from its sheath and gripped in the leather and rope hilt, feeling a reassuring weight in my hand.

With one or two steps, Uesugi Genshin first slashed at the one that approached first.

On the other side, Hachiman got out of the car through the door next to the wall, and quickly walked out through the gap without closing the door. The car door could block the way, which should mislead the zombies in the underground from passing by the car.

One blow shattered the skull, and the feeling was still indescribably disgusting. Brain matter splattered out, red and white mixed together, inevitably reminding me of the Red and White Song Festival.

The Red and White Song Festival, a program that only happens during the Lunar New Year, will not be held this year, no, next year.

The baseball bat tapped the ground, then was raised again and swung to the other side with a loud, crisp sound, and another zombie fell.

The zombie, wearing a white shirt, had his abdomen and lower body stained crimson with blood. He was moving very slowly; was he one of the unlucky ones attacked by zombies?

Having estimated the distance, Hachiman ran a few steps forward, only to hear its meaningless groans. After being killed, it couldn't even let out a scream.

The clothes cushioned the fall, making a "thud" sound.

Its fingers twitching slightly were probably its last words.

The dozen or so zombies were quickly devoured by them, with each person taking about five or six, and some possibly more. The street was quite long, and the zombies didn't all come at once, so dealing with them was relatively easy.

He crouched down and poked a zombie's body with a baseball bat to make sure it was really dead. Then, he stepped on its chest and ripped off its coat. After all, the blood still on the bat was inconvenient and would make a mess.

"Safe," Uesugi Genshin announced, looking around.

The three of them moved again and entered the hardware store. The store was neatly arranged with various tools, and it was very quiet as they looked into the dimly lit depths at the far end.

Uesugi Genshin picked up a pair of pliers from the shelf next to him and threw them inside, slamming them onto the table with a loud bang.

After the noise subsided, there was complete silence, and nothing else happened, so it seemed safe.

He walked inside, and halfway there he squatted down next to the shelf, picked up three pairs of work gloves, and tossed two pairs over, saying, "One pair for each of you."

The backs of the hands are colorful, and the colors are all different, while the palms have a black anti-slip design. Hayama Hayato put them on and clenched his fist. They were okay, very comfortable, and made of wear-resistant and breathable material.

As for its defensive capabilities, that's questionable; the fact that it's breathable itself raises certain concerns.

There are even cheaper ones than this 3000 yuan. Those are pure white, with no difference between the palm and the back of the hand. They are purely for preventing the palms from getting chafed, and have no other functions.

After the three of them finished dressing, Uesugi Genshin pulled a wrench from the rack and threw it inside.

A clanging sound rang out, but there was still no response from the infiltrators.

"It seems there are no zombies." Holding his breath, and not hearing any unusual sounds, Uesugi Genshin confirmed.

"I'll go check." Hayama Hayato walked inside.

The two of them wandered between the shelves, and Uesugi Genshin first pulled out a crowbar and waved it around.

"It doesn't feel good to handle." Crowbars are considered sturdy and durable tools and weapons, but in reality, they are very difficult for ordinary people to handle. Only the upper part is powerful, and it is easy to fail to make an effective attack due to the distance.

Hachiman also pulled out a sword, weighed it in his hand, and found that the all-metal material was very heavy. "It would be deadly to a living person."

"Hahaha... A kitchen knife tied to a wooden stick is just as deadly to a living person." This is too easy.

"But this way, we can try to pry open the door of the apartment building next to the school." But it would be even better if we could find the apartment manager directly and get a spare key.

"Yes." It's definitely necessary to keep a few on hand. Uesugi Genshin thought that if he had these back then, he could have broken into Sakurajima Mai's house directly without having to think about climbing walls like an assassin.

Hayato Hayama walked over and said, "There's no problem inside."

“Then let’s…” Hachiman took out a box of long nails from a shelf, the very sturdy kind, somewhat like coffin nails.

It's perfect for nailing to a baseball bat. Does it ward off evil spirits? This thing...

Uesugi Genshin tilted his head, not wanting to think about it, and said, "Then I'll move the gloves, crowbars, and other tools to the car first."

First, pick the ones that are obviously useful. Although the school itself has some, it's not a place that specializes in making these kinds of things.

After returning, I will issue a pair of gloves to each member of the executive department, but it would be better if they were leather gloves.

So, you can only try your luck at motorcycle shops or places that sell winter clothes? It's springtime now!

Hachiman and Hayato Hayama were hammering away, evenly driving the nails into the baseball bat and bending them in the process.

The addition of metal has greatly increased the power of the wooden baseball bat, gradually turning it into a decent weapon.

Uesugi Genshin carried the box outside and walked to the middle of the road. He saw a zombie that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was rushing towards him from the other side of the road.

Like the tortoise that perseveres in a race, he was truly admirable. He first looked behind him to make sure that the same thing hadn't happened on the other side.

Since it's not in a hurry to die, he's not in a hurry to send it to its death either.

Inspired by its unwavering spirit, Uesugi Genshin decided to wait a little while, put his things in the trunk, and pushed them aside to make room.

Because of a leg injury sustained before its death, it couldn't move very well, barely maintaining its balance, and its body swayed slightly as it walked. This is what a normal zombie looks like.

When it got close enough, Uesugi Genshin pulled out the crowbar from behind him, tossed it in his hand to adjust its direction, and then quickly stepped forward and swung it toward his temple.

The crowbar was so precise that it became embedded in the skull and was difficult to remove; it must have hooked onto some bone.

He turned the crowbar to pull it out, but instead lifted its head and upper body up.

"Ha..." If you keep stirring like this, your brain will turn into brain matter.

He inevitably associated this with stirring tofu pudding with a spoon, and oh dear, he had no appetite for dinner.

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"Senior, try my cooking, how is it?" Kato Megumi served her curry beef stew with red wine on the table.

The appetizing orange-red color was paired with large chunks of canned beef and the last two potatoes, along with a little bit of red wine that Sawamura's father had stored away, the brand of which he couldn't identify.

Sitting opposite the kitchen, Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful, and put it in her mouth.

"Well......"

Although I was very unwilling, this junior's cooking skills were clearly superior to mine.

"It tastes better than mine."

"No, it's just that my mom often makes it, so I'm probably better at handling curry."

It has a home-style flavor. Japanese mothers all have this curry recipe on hand. The ingredients are similar, but the different cooking methods bring out the unique flavors in each family.

Whether to fry the onions first or not, whether to add peas and corn or not, whether to use curry cubes or curry powder, and some people even add chocolate to enhance the rich flavor.