Nen users starting from Highschool of the Dead

"Is it already that late?"

Saeko Busujima looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky and sighed.

Normally, classes in island nations end around 3 p.m., and even including time spent participating in school club activities, students generally don't go home later than 5 p.m.

It's definitely abnormal for someone like Saeko Busujima to not leave school until 8 or 9 pm.

This is all because it's only been a short time since the start of the new semester, and as a member of the school's kendo club, she has to get busy recruiting new members for the club.

Putting aside the fact that she is the captain of the Fujimi Academy Kendo Club, the mere fact that her surname contains the name Busujima, given the prestige of the Busujima school among the famous kendo practitioners in Japan, is enough to attract the vast majority of students interested in kendo.

Not to mention that she had won the national college kendo competition for two consecutive years when she was a freshman and sophomore, which proved the value of her kendo skills.

In addition, there is the status and reputation that Kendo represents in the island nation.

Therefore, it can be said that a large portion of the students enrolled were drawn by the reputation of Fujimi Academy's kendo club and the Busujima style.

Although she had already experienced it once when she entered the second grade last year, experiencing it again this year was definitely not an easy task for her.

It will be fine in a little while.

That's what Saeko Busujima thought.

I left the grounds of Fujimi Academy and hurried home.

Not long after they left, Saeko Busujima quickly realized that something was wrong.

It might be hard for ordinary people to notice, but for Saeko Busujima, who has been practicing kendo since childhood, it was something else entirely.

She easily noticed that a faint gaze was watching her from not far behind.

Saeko Busujima casually tossed a strand of her purple hair, tilted her head slightly as if nothing was amiss, and quickly glanced behind her.

Although the other person's movements were very subtle, she still managed to discover them.

The figure that was hiding in the corner, secretly following behind her.

The person was wearing a mask, making their face unrecognizable, and a black coat completely concealed their figure.

Such a bizarre and unsightly outfit could never be that of a normal person.

Robber? Or a psychopathic stalker?

A question flashed through Saeko Busujima's mind.

She was no stranger to such experiences.

During her junior high school years, she had an experience of being secretly followed on her way home from school.

It's a night just like tonight.

That was a day she would never forget.

It wasn't that the other party did anything to her at the time, but rather that she could have chosen to simply draw her white oak knife and drive the other party away, but due to some peculiar psychological reason, she didn't choose to do so.

Instead, she deliberately feigned weakness, and then, when the other party attempted to commit a crime against her, she used her white oak knife to severely injure him, breaking his shoulder blade and leg bone.

That was actually excessive self-defense, but the police at the time took into account Saeko Busujima's age.

A middle school girl fights against perverted crimes.

So they didn't hold her responsible afterward and simply sent her home.

But that incident became a thorn in the girl's heart.

This also made Saeko Busujima realize that she actually had a strong tendency towards violence.

And the fact that he himself might be a hidden murderer.

Because when she struck the criminal with the wooden knife in her hand, the joy and excitement that welled up in her heart was undeniable.

But the girl's reason told her that this was wrong.

The clash between reason and instinct constantly torments the girl named Saeko Busujima.

Now, facing an event similar to what happened in junior high school, what should she do?

Did he reveal the white oak knife hidden on his person to scare the other party away?

Or do you still follow your instincts, waiting for the other person to make a move before venting your violent desires on them?

Click.

Saeko Busujima was interrupted by a sound from beneath her feet—whether it was a pebble or a stick—that she couldn't tell what it was.

Coming to her senses, Saeko Busujima blinked as she looked at the dead end ahead.

I had unknowingly walked into a dead end.

Saeko Busujima was about to turn and leave when she found that the stalker who had been following her had stepped out and blocked her way.

It's quite obvious that the other party's target is indeed themselves.

Saeko Busujima slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, gripped the white oak sword she carried with both hands, her eyes narrowed, and she said coldly, "Leave now. No one will be hurt!"

Even at this point, Saeko Busujima was still unwilling to launch an attack.

Whether out of rational consideration or out of fear that if they acted recklessly they would truly become murderers.

If the other person chooses to turn away, she will act as if nothing happened.

However, if the other party still insists on attacking you after seeing the white oak knife in your hand...

Saeko Busujima's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize that at this moment, the desire to fight and vent was stirring within her.

As Saeko Busujima finished speaking, the follower opposite her made no move to turn around and leave. Instead, he stretched out a hand from under his cloak.

It was an excessively beautiful hand, with fair and clean skin, long and slender fingers, and even the nails were neatly trimmed. It didn't look like the hand of a criminal at all.

There wasn't a single callus on his hands, and you couldn't see any signs of training.

Saeko Busujima had a vague feeling that the hand looked familiar, as if she had seen the owner of the hand somewhere before.

Unfortunately, the other person's eyes were covered by the hood of the cloak, otherwise she might have been able to recognize them.

Before she could think it through, the outstretched hand quickly grabbed at her.

Her target was the pair of enormous thunderbolts in front of her, which she usually considered a burden to her sword practice, far exceeding the size of those of her peers.

"court death!"

Saeko Busujima raised an eyebrow, her eyes instantly turning icy cold.

He swung his white oak knife and slashed mercilessly at the hand that was about to do something to him.

After all, she had no intention of letting others take advantage of her.

wow~

The white oak knife sliced ​​through the air with a sharp, piercing sound as it slashed toward the outstretched arm.

The result was unexpected...

Saeko Busujima looked down and discovered that the evil hand had not only dodged her attack, but had also swiftly and accurately struck her weak point.

He even took advantage of her momentary daze to gently pinch her twice.

"You bastard! How dare you?!"

Saeko Busujima's eyes turned bloodshot as she realized what was happening. Her teeth clenched, and the veins on the back of her hand gripping the hilt of her sword bulged as her killing intent overflowed.