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

"Don't show off, bastard. Which class are you from?"

"Which class are you in?"

"Be careful, the vice president will investigate and warn you."

"Are you trying to scare me? Does she have any control over this place?"

Some people were watching the crooked comments, but some were still staring at the screen; the fight had already begun.

Thanks to his previous habit of taking the lead in suppressing the opponent and gaining offensive advantage, Uesugi Genshin was the first to rush towards the group of zombies with a gun behind his back.

The Cross-Monogram Spear was raised from behind, and the small branch stretched towards the zombie's throat, cutting it to the ground. He used the momentum to turn around and stab forward. Another zombie fell to the ground with its neck tilted back due to the force. Then he turned in the opposite direction and smashed the third one with the counterweight. He turned again and swung the spear forward, cutting across the throat of the fourth zombie.

He stepped forward and knocked the fifth zombie to the ground. He placed the tip of the blade against the sixth zombie's neck, applying pressure so that it lay prone on the ground.

He took a step back, made some space, and held the gun towards the lower side. The seventh zombie was right in front of him. He raised the gun, pushed away its arm, turned around, and swung the counterweight at it again.

He stabbed left and right, but the zombies couldn't get close to him.

Those who were not fatally injured fell to the ground, lost their target briefly and froze for a moment, then were attracted by the sound again, looking for the target behind them and pounced on it again.

As time went by, Uesugi Genshin killed his way through the horde of zombies twice. Few of them fell to the ground, but most of them suffered wounds that were enough to restrict their movements, and their movements became much slower.

He suppressed the trembling of his arms and threw the Crossword Spear, pinning a zombie to the ground.

He pulled out the katana that was stuck in the zombie's body and stood up. As time went by, more and more zombies gathered. This was probably the maximum number in this area, but most of them no longer posed a threat.

Uesugi Genshin stepped forward again, the blade in his hand gleaming, his eyes flashing with flaming murderous intent, and a low roar came from between his teeth.

This time there was no holding back, and every attack was intended to be fatal. Modern alloys were far sharper than those forged by ancient craftsmen with repeated hammering. They easily cut through the flesh, severed the bones, and extracted the marrow.

He leaned forward and moved sideways among the zombies, slashing left and right with his blade. In an instant, he had slid forward seven or eight meters.

He took a step forward, thrust forward in a bow stance, with the blade penetrating three-quarters of the way. He paused and thrust back, forcing the zombies behind him to retreat. He leaned forward and thrust three times, then took another four steps forward.

He slashed the throat with a backhand slash and then decapitated the zombie with a forehand slash in one go. He stepped on the fallen corpse, jumped up and slashed, and then kicked the zombie with half of its body gone away.

He charged forward with full concentration, his arrows piercing through the layers of zombies and cutting through half the street again.

He stabbed the knife into the zombie's body, took off his clothes soaked in blood and sweat, untied the hairband on his wrist, and tied his hair behind his head randomly. Even so, he didn't look messy.

He moved his shoulders, adjusted the position of the katana, and gripped it with both hands. The granular shark skin and the leather and rope wrapped around it felt great, and he was ready for the next round of killing.

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Hokkaido.

Looking at the young man on TV whose face was becoming increasingly clear, the man leaned forward, blinked in disbelief, pointed at the screen with trembling fingers, and his index finger kept shaking. He was not quite sure just now, but now there was no doubt.

Communications with Hokkaido had been cut off, so there was no hope at all.

He turned his head to look at the woman holding the baby next to him, and said in authentic Hokkaido dialect: "Isn't this our son?"

Chapter 59: The sword of the living is also the knife of the dead

Sobu High School, Student Council Room.

"This guy is so awesome!" Tobe Sho held the phone above his head, looking at the person on the screen in awe.

"Hey, keep your voice down, Tobe," Yamato complained.

Tobe Xiang said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? You can't hear the sound anyway. The helicopter is too noisy."

"Be quiet! Or get out!" Yukinoshita Yukino angrily put her hands on her hips with an angry expression.

Tobe Sho, who was shocked into silence, stole a glance at Hayato Hayama and said in a much quieter voice, "Hayato, what are you worried about? Aren't Yumiko and Yuigahama safe?"

To be honest, when he saw that he was not being chased, Sho Tobe was really relieved. Not only him, but also Yamato and Ooka felt the same.

"This... can it be said to be safe?" Hayato Hayama smiled bitterly.

"Eh? Isn't this guy Uesugi very powerful? He will definitely be able to protect Yumiko well."

"Uesugi-san is amazing, but as long as the helicopter follows them, they won't be safe."

"That's right." Tobe Sho knew, he just didn't want to think about it that way.

He turned his head to look at Yukinoshita Yukino, and Hayato Hayama also asked Yukinoshita: "Is this okay?"

"All that's left is to wait for Mr. Hiratsuka, but it seems like it's too late." Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the screen, and the frost on her face did not dissipate but became even more solidified.

The distance from Chuo Ward where Mr. Hiratsuka is located to Hanamigawa is 10 kilometers in a straight line, even without taking detours. If you really want to get there, half an hour is considered fast.

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the young man in the video, her thoughts in a trance.

Is this what you rely on?

Uesugi.

Looking at Yukinoshita Yukino in daze-like silence, Tobe Sho could only turn his gaze back to his phone.

"This! This is!"

"go out!"

"Feel sorry!"

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Shinto Munen-ryu does not teach the Odachi techniques, which are the uses of the saber and the two-handed sword, but are universal.

He stood still with his feet apart, the 5-foot-80-long wild sword was propped up beside him, just above his head, and he drew the sword on his back, because he couldn't draw it from the front.

The sword has an amazing curvature and length, and its blade is sharp. The rotating sword reflects the dazzling sunlight.

The left hand wrapped in a red shirt held the blade, looking at the two zombies coming towards him, the pig rushed forward, slashed with the sharp blade to the right, and slammed the left shoulder into the left chest, knocking the two zombies away in an instant.

He turned around and the blade pierced straight into the bone. The fallen zombie could not get up and was nailed to the ground. The handle of the knife was raised and smashed forward. After the zombie stopped moving, he turned the blade and, with the weight of the wild sword, the handle hit his feet and he was instantly knocked to the ground.

Then it stabbed with both hands straight into the throat, pushed the blade hard, used the momentum to pull it out, jumped to the side, quickly turned around with one foot as the center of gravity to avoid the attack, twisted its waist and swung the blade to cut the muscles between the legs. It lost its center of gravity in an instant, used the knife to deflect the attack of the next zombie, swung it in a circle and chopped it down, raised the knife in its hand and quickly drew a semicircle again, slashing to the other side.

In just 10 seconds, 8 zombies were knocked down and 3 died.

The nodachi is more efficient in killing in a chaotic formation, and when it comes to chopping melons and vegetables, there is no doubt that the broadsword is more powerful.

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"It's too dangerous!" screamed Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Ah, well, but Uesugi-san's muscles look very nice." Kato Megumi hooked her white swan neck, looked at her and nodded.

These words made Kasumigaoka Utaha want to turn around and glare at her junior. Her head may have moved, but her eyes did not shift their gaze at all.

Aki Tomoya pushed his glasses and exclaimed: "Fresh and plump!"

"So why do you have to take off your clothes?" Sawamura Eriri looked at her twice more, her eyes always couldn't help but be attracted.

Appropriate exercise will attract the attention of the opposite sex. Of course, excessive exercise can only attract the same sex.

Watching the neat movements on the screen, he moved easily among the zombies, with streams of blood inevitably splashing on his body.

"Isn't it because of the good activities?" Kato Megumi put her finger on her lips.

"If you get caught, you'll die."

"Sawamura, can you please stop being such a jinx?"

"What? Am I not telling the truth?"

After stabilizing the situation, he never let the zombies get close to him again, and the dangerous situation turned into the aesthetics of killing.

Looking at this deadly charm, addictive suffocation, the handsome young man with a samurai-like appearance in front of me is as brilliant as cherry blossoms.

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There were corpses all over the street. No one stood up except him. He killed three zombies in the street. In just a moment, there were sporadic zombies at the end of both sides of the street.

These are basically all the ones nearby, but those from far away are still coming in continuously.

Uesugi Genshin took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, turned it on, turned it up to maximum volume, clicked on the music, played a song, and threw it on the ground.

The built-in speaker of the mobile phone temporarily obscured the roar of the helicopter in a small area.

There wasn't much battery left, and I didn't have the energy to charge it.

He let go of the wild sword in his hand and let it fall to the ground. He pulled out the knife that was stuck in the corpse at the door of the store and, as he did in the past, he rotated the blade vertically and used his fist to shake off the blood beads hanging on it.

He tore off a corpse's clothes, carefully wiped the blood stains on the blade, and picked up the sheath that was casually discarded on the ground.

Rotate three times, put the sword into the sheath. This step is to exercise the tense muscles. The blood vibration is also to shake off some blood for easy wiping later. It would be a big trouble to insert the sword into the sheath directly with blood.

This is a dogmatic sense of ritual that has never been forgotten in his heart.

When I pushed the door open and walked into the store, I saw Yumiko Miura, who was touching a horse in the corner, coming towards me.

"You're covered in blood!" She came forward anxiously, "Are you hurt?"

Yuigahama Yui followed behind: "Are you okay?"

Uesugi Genshin untied the clothes wrapped around his palms without caring: "Don't worry, it's the blood of zombies."

"Who knows if it will cause problems if it gets on him!" Yumiko Miura took the paper cup next to her and poured water on his body, then took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

Although she may appear arrogant and domineering at ordinary times, Yumiko Miura is actually a caring older sister in her heart, she just doesn't know how to express it.

The willful words he said to Hayato Hayama in the past were actually just acting like a spoiled child. Hayato Hayama was aware of this. He never doubted Miura Yumiko's character, so they have always been friends.

Her frequent partner, Hime Ebina, is a rotten girl who gets a nosebleed when she sees close friendships between men, but she doesn't mind it at all and even helps prevent him from going berserk.

She is a good friend of Yuigahama Yui, and she will give her own advice to Yuigahama Yui's hesitant personality, which is purely unpleasant.

In fact, I don’t know whether to call her stupid or naive. She mostly doesn’t doubt others, which is similar to Yuigahama Yui, which means she is actually very easy to fool.

He took the other cup of water handed over by Yuigahama Yui, drank it down in gulps, and reached out to ask for another cup, "Don't wipe it, there's still sweat."

"Shut up." As she said that, she took the water that Yuigahama Yui brought and poured it on him. The blood was difficult to wash off, and the handkerchief was also dyed red.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he is a bloody man now. The zombies are the cause of his death. His blood did not spurt out. In fact, most of the blood on his body is foam splashed on the surface.

"What is this!" After the handkerchief proved useless, she simply wiped it with her sleeve.

Yuigahama Yui ran to get a new glass of water, and felt the smoothness in her hand. She raised her hand and saw that it was stained with blood. She was startled at first, then looked at the cup, and saw a bright red color on it.

"Xiao Xuan! Are you injured? There's blood on the cup!"

Miura Yumiko suddenly raised her head and stared at Uesugi Genshin's face, then touched the skin of his chest and abdomen with her fingers, drew a circle, and did not find any wounds. Then she remembered the wound on the cup, so she pulled down his arm and checked his hand.

"Isn't your palm injured!" she shouted in reproach, then raised her hand and looked at it carefully in the light.

"It must have been an accidental cut by the knife." The wound was not very big or deep, at most it was just a small cut.

It’s just that it might be dangerous if the blood was mixed with that of zombies. Fortunately, my hands were wrapped in clothes and were clean.

"Okay~~! You!" The calmness as if she was indifferent to life and death made Miura Yumiko angry.

The scorching gaze made Uesugi Genshin involuntarily turn his eyes away. He felt guilty and lost his mind while chopping. He had to pick up the Zen mind from his previous lives and practice again.

"It might hurt a little." After saying this, Miura Yumiko held her breath and began to treat his wound in an unexpected way.

Miura Yumiko asked Yuigahama Yui for her clean handkerchief and carefully cleaned the wound on her palm. She was very caring and kept asking various questions while cleaning.

It would be nonsense to say that she has maternal instincts, but surprisingly, she has the physique to protect her chicks.

Then he carefully wrapped the handkerchief around it and tied a tight knot.

At this time, you don’t care whether tightness will affect the healing of the wound. Safety comes first.

After bandaging his palm, Uesugi Genshin turned and walked towards the large armor that included both a man and a horse.

Chapter 59: Ryubi Knight

"Wait, it's not wiped clean yet." Miura Yumiko chased after him, scolding.

Uesugi Genshin allowed her to do so. The blood on his body felt uncomfortably sticky. He stroked the leather and iron and said seriously, "Yuigahama, bring the horse over here."

Although the horse armor is a style from before the Edo period, the saddle is of modern style.

It feels quite out of place. I don't know what the maker of this armor was thinking. It is obviously a "collectible" that should not be used in any way and only needs to be restored to ensure its viewing quality.

"Huh?" Yuigahama Yui pointed at herself in surprise, obviously not expecting this situation.

She watched Xiao Xuanhuan unbuttoning the leather buttons of the armor on the model and Youmiko examining its blood-stained back, and realized that no one seemed to answer her.