Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I'm fine, just a little confused."

Amamiya Rin snapped out of her reverie, looked at the surrounding scenery, and couldn't help but sigh.

I was overthinking it. This zombie apocalypse dream world isn't much better than the real world.

To achieve immortality in a dream, one must first gain control over the dream world.

At this moment, several more zombies, dragging their mutilated bodies, gathered around.

Saeko Busujima spun around and swung her sword, the blade drawing a sharp arc as she precisely shattered the throat of the foremost zombie.

She took a step back, creating distance between herself and the second zombie, and fiercely thrust her wooden knife out, striking the zombie squarely in the throat. The zombie's head tilted back unnaturally.

The third zombie had already pounced at extremely close range. Instead of retreating, Saeko Busujima advanced, dodging the claws as her wooden sword sliced ​​through the air with a heavy whistling sound, striking the zombie's neck and breaking it.

Saeko Busujima's movements were clean and efficient, but not flashy; they were purely practical.

Witnessing Saeko Busujima's fighting style, Rin Amamiya's eyes glazed over for a moment, and fragmented memories surfaced from the depths of his mind.

It seems that my predecessor was also a member of the kendo club in high school. Although my kendo skills were average, I had mastered the basic kata.

"So, her swordsmanship comes from the original owner's memories?"

Amamiya Rin seemed to be deep in thought.

Based on the pattern, this nightmare will last no less than 90 days. 90 days is enough time to learn kendo from Saeko Busujima and regain the original owner's kendo skills.

Although kendo cannot deal with those demons and monsters, Junji Ito's world is not only about demons and monsters, but also about those abstract humanoid beings.

"It's not safe here, we need to leave as soon as possible. Stay close to me, Lin-jun."

Saeko Busujima shook the filth off her wooden sword, quickly scanned the approaching zombies, and charged forward.

The wooden sword sliced ​​through the air, Saeko Busujima's slashes were as swift as lightning, precise and ruthless. Each swing was aimed at the zombie's throat or neck, vital points, without any unnecessary movements or wasted energy, making her incredibly efficient.

Stepping over the fallen corpses, Amamiya Rin struggled to move her heavy legs, following that dashing figure.

A short while later, the two broke through a small group of zombies and escaped into a large building nearby.

This was a large home furnishing center, spacious yet chaotic. Shelves were overturned, tools, building materials, and household goods were scattered everywhere. A zombie in work clothes staggered through the aisles between the shelves, its dazed eyes turning ferocious upon hearing the two footsteps.

All eyes were fixed on Amamiya Rin and Busujima Saeko as they ran in. Dozens of stumbling figures emerged from the depths of the store and rushed toward the two.

"Leave this to me, you go and block the gate."

Saeko Busujima spoke briefly, gripping her wooden sword as she charged forward.

Despite feeling the heaviness in her body, Amamiya Rin first closed the glass door, then rummaged through the shelves, pushing the lighter shelves one by one toward the door to create a makeshift barrier.

As Amamiya Rin sat down against the shelf to recover his exhausted strength, Busujima Saeko also killed all the zombies in the home center and walked towards Amamiya Rin.

The tip of the wooden knife dragged on the ground, leaving a faint trail of blood.

Saeko Busujima's breathing was slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, her calm and sharp eyes were surprisingly bright, and the corners of her mouth turned up uncontrollably, revealing a slightly twisted smile. She exuded a dangerous aura.

Amamiya Rin sat on the floor leaning against the shelf, looking up as she approached, and tentatively called out.

"Saeko?"

Upon hearing his voice, Saeko Busujima stopped in her tracks. Her body stiffened slightly, and as her gaze flickered, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her somewhat excited expression gradually returned to normal, though her eyes still seemed a little unfocused.

"I can't believe you saw me in such an indecent state... Please forget about it, Lin-kun."

Saeko Busujima tilted her head slightly, using her left hand to tuck the purple hair stuck to her sweaty neck behind her ear, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.

No,

Amamiya Rin leaned against the shelf, reached out, and gently grasped Busujima Saeko's right hand, which was tightly gripping a wooden sword. His gaze was open and filled with pure affection.

"Saeko like that is also very charming, I like her a lot."

Saeko Busujima's cheeks flushed crimson again. She turned her face away uncomfortably, her fingers unconsciously stroking the handle of the wooden sword.

Seeing the increasingly radiant and beautiful young girl, Amamiya Rin made no attempt to hide the affection in his eyes.

The Saeko Busujima he subconsciously created embodies almost every adjective related to beauty. The three-dimensional version of Saeko Busujima before his eyes is even more beautiful than the two-dimensional version, perfectly matching his sexual fetish.

Moreover, her affection for him started from intimacy; otherwise, she wouldn't have shown such a shy expression.

(The Room of the Sandman, a manga by Junji Ito, features a protagonist whose body is reversed inside and out. He can swap his dream self with reality and also drag real people into his dreams. If I had that kind of curse, I could bring Saeko from her dream into the real world.)

As Amamiya Rin was thinking this, a violent banging sound suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting her train of thought.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy impact, like a hammer striking a drum, made the shelf tremble. Looking back, a horrifying scene came into view.

Outside the glass door, a grimy, hideous face was pressed against the door. Dozens of zombies were crammed together in layers, their hands frantically pounding on the glass. With the tremors of the glass door, cracks spread across it like a spider web.

Looking out through the gaps in the shelves, I saw hordes of zombies surging into the street like a rising tide. They pushed and shoved each other, constantly ramming against the doors of the home center. Their withered arms and hideous faces almost filled the entire field of vision.

"The situation is not good. There are more and more of them. Even I can't kill this many zombies."

Saeko Busujima instantly switched into battle mode, her gaze sweeping intently over the zombies outside, her previous shyness vanishing without a trace.

"Block the door first."

Amamiya Rin realized that this illogical scene was probably the malice of his nightmares targeting him.

Before the zombies could shatter the glass door, the two pushed in more shelves. A dozen shelves were piled up at the entrance, forming layer upon layer of partitions. Even if there were many zombies, it would take them time to break through.

After temporarily securing the entrance, Saeko Busujima asked Rin Amamiya, "There's no food at the home center. Shouldn't we evacuate through the emergency exits?"

Amamiya Rin sat wearily on the ground. Hearing Busujima Saeko's question, his gaze swept over the equipment scattered all around him, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"You're right, there's no food in the housing center, but there's plenty of material to make weapons."