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

At a certain time in the morning, I'm in a half-asleep, half-awake state, and even the slightest noise can easily wake me up.

I was forced awake from my sleep by the chirping of birds outside. I glanced at the clock on the wall in front of me and saw that it was only 6 o'clock.

Ah~~~

"Maybe I should sleep a little longer," I thought.

My head felt so heavy I didn't want to lift it, but my eyes felt like they were being held open by a match and I couldn't close them.

"Go take a shower." With sheer willpower, Uesugi Genshin got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

The impact of the water washed away the fatigue of waking up, and my previously groggy head became much clearer.

Then Uesugi Genshin walked to the wardrobe, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a pair of neatly folded underwear.

By the way...

"..." He stared at his underwear for three seconds, then decided not to think about it anymore and put on a white shirt and black casual pants.

Upon entering the living room, Uesugi Genshin considered whether to use the ingredients Hachiman had given him to make breakfast.

But the door clicked open.

"Are they up already?" she asked.

"Ah."

"Shiromaru-senpai is making breakfast. Would you like to eat together?" Yukino Yukinoshita brushed the hair that was stuck to her face.

"No."

"Then I'll be going now." She stood at the door, holding onto the door that hadn't been closed, and said one last time, "Breakfast is a must."

"Ah... I understand."

The door closed, and the apartment returned to silence. Uesugi Genshin opened the glass door to the balcony and looked at the shimmering sea in the distance, with pure white clouds floating on it.

"Let's think about what to have for breakfast first."

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When he met Mai Sakurajima, she was still wearing the familiar clothes he knew: a white shirt and a mint green drawstring skirt.

"It's so early." Uesugi Genshin said, cutting ice with black gloves.

"Someone's already here," Mai Sakurajima replied casually, glancing around.

They arrived earlier than most people; only a handful of people, including Hayato Hayama, had already arrived.

It's worth mentioning that, like himself, he ended up paying a hefty fine and chose to live alone in an apartment.

After all, he has no desires or wants, and he doesn't want anyone to disturb his own little space. However, all the apartments on Ye Shan's floor are full, and it's said that some students who couldn't get a room on that floor are anxious and worried, which is quite childish.

"Hayama..." Tamaki, who was behind Hayama Hayato, leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Why are there girls in the Execution Department?"

She was still such a beautiful woman; he felt like he'd seen her somewhere before, which made him a little gossipy, but he couldn't quite place her.

Before Hayama Hayato could speak, Uesugi Genshin's words provided an explanation: "Mai, you can sit to my side and behind me. You are my direct subordinate."

"No way..." Yu Sheng was somewhat incredulous. In other words, this wasn't some department manager or logistics staff member, but a formal member of the department.

"I understand." Sakurajima Mai walked to Uesugi Genshin's right and chose to kneel down, unlike the others, with her buttocks resting on her silk-clad feet, looking very elegant and dignified.

The next person to arrive was none other than Hayasaka Ai.

She walked over calmly, her face expressionless, as if she had already accepted the fact.

Uesugi Genshin patted the left side behind him, and Hayasaka Ai, wearing a white collared black long-sleeved dress from Shuchiin, obediently sat down next to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked directly, without any politeness.

Placing a square ice cube in the glass, Uesugi Genshin smoothed the crushed ice on the cutting board. "A tradition of the Executive Department, a cup of secret-recipe oolong tea."

"I hope I won't get a share too," Hayasaka Ai said speechlessly. "Drinking is bad for your health."

“Alcohol is a good way to relieve stress,” Uesugi Genshin said meaningfully. “I can cut your ice cubes into larger pieces, by the way, to help you out.”

"Ha..." Hayasaka Ai murmured, revealing the complex thoughts in her heart, "Why do I...?"

“You’re my second-in-command,” Uesugi Genshin said matter-of-factly.

"..." When did this happen? How come she didn't know?

"The proportions of the liquor are like this," Uesugi Genshin demonstrated the mixing method.

So, after everyone arrived, a glass with a beautiful, ethereal blue flame appeared in front of him.

“As your captains have said, everyone has already experienced battle.” Uesugi Genshin gently lifted his cup. “Each of you has at least three or four zombie lives on your hands.”

"Now that I'm back, you'd better prepare to be beaten. I will train you well and make you excellent warriors."

"Our lives are our own, we must live well!" Uesugi Genshin raised the cup that had extinguished the flames and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oh!!!" Everyone responded, making the same gesture.

First, they practiced a thousand repetitions of the bamboo sword as a warm-up. Mai Sakurajima also wielded her real sword, which was somewhat different from the bamboo swords of the others.

The other two were Shiroyama and Yamato. During a rescue operation for Yukimachi Junior High School, they happened to encounter a wrecked fire truck parked on the side of the road. Perhaps it had been involved in an accident on its way to the disaster area.

They found two fire axes on it, painted red, heavy cold weapons that required both hands to wield, and the two biggest men were particularly fond of these weapons.

Shiroyama even specially carved a wooden axe of the same size and brought it to the dojo.

Now fully equipped with protective gear, he bowed to Uesugi Genshin and said, "Thank you for your help."

Uesugi Genshin stood opposite him, holding a wooden sword and assuming a mid-level stance. "Bring it on."

Shiroyama charged at Uesugi Genshin with the axe in hand, his momentum so great that it failed to change Uesugi Genshin's expression in the slightest. Those watching from the sidelines were startled, and even Sakurajima Mai couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

With his hands a considerable distance apart, Shiroyama gripped the axe handle tightly, swung it, and a loud whooshing sound rang out before Uesugi Genshin dodged it to the side.

There's no need to confront such heavy weapons head-on; that's not the way to fight them. Normally, the kinetic energy contained in their weight is a characteristic of these types of weapons, so just avoid them.

Uesugi Genshin also stepped forward and delivered a horizontal slash to Shiroyama's waist, forcing him to retreat from the attack.

He suddenly stopped, holding his wooden sword motionless. Shiroyama also stopped, puzzled, hesitating whether to strike first or defend.

Just then, Uesugi Genshin thrust his sword forward, taking a step forward and then another, his wooden sword blocking Shiroyama's attack route and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

He then leaped forward, feinting with the wooden sword at the top of his head before striking through the gap and hitting a vital spot.

Shiroyama's rhythm was completely disrupted by his repeated retreats. At the same time, he was overwhelmed by Uesugi Genshin's effortless attacks, which seemed to emanate a chilling killing intent from Uesugi Genshin, invading his limbs, bones, mind, and brain.

"Ugh..." After being attacked, Shiroyama staggered a few steps before regaining his balance.

But a storm of attacks came again.

Chapter 132: Wanting to Do Extra Training

It's hard to imagine what it would sound like if someone as big as Chengshan crashed to the ground, and then he was kicked away.

A loud "bang" sound rang out; the angle was wrong, 6 points. If the trajectory was parabolic, the sound wouldn't be very loud.

As Hachiman watched his lieutenant suffer his first defeat, a slight smile curved his lips. Everyone goes through this, doesn't he?

He even slid a distance across the wooden floor, and with a "whoosh," he wiped the plank clean.

"Stand up." Uesugi Genshin lowered his sword, his gaze disdainful.

"Huff... huff..." Shiroyama struggled to stand up, supporting himself on the floor. The difference in their breathing was evident.

In contrast to the minister's almost silent breathing, Shiroyama was breathing heavily.

"..." Seeing the other party beckoning to him, Shiroyama calmed his breathing and attacked again.

In his second attack, Shiroyama cautiously probed, thrusting his axe forward, stepping forward with his right foot, and then quickly stepping back, essentially just standing still.

Uesugi Genshin deflected his feints time and time again, and both sides' energy waned with each standoff.

That's almost it.

Thinking this, Uesugi Genshin created an opening, and Shiroyama, whose attention had dropped and who had become somewhat impatient, seized the opportunity to unleash a straight slash.

Uesugi Genshin moved to the left, his wooden sword striking the axe's surface, deflecting the axe's trajectory. Shiroyama's attack missed, merely grazing the hem of Uesugi Genshin's clothes, while the wooden sword slashed forward.

The weight pressed down on the protective gear in my throat, and the next second my body was thrown into the air. This time the sound was crisp and loud.

If it had been a real gunfight, his head and left shoulder would have been covered in blood long ago.

"Amazing!!!"

"Did you see that just now!?"

"Of course!"

"That's too extreme!"

The surrounding members were all discussing what had just happened.

"Minister, what excellent swordsmanship! Whoosh~ whoosh~" Tobe Sho praised loudly, bringing his fingers to his lips and whistling.

“No, it was just a coincidence.” Uesugi Genshin twisted his wrist.

"Eh~~~, is that so?" Tobe Sho thought that even the minister's success was a coincidence, so he would never be able to learn this cool move.

"Minister, how did that slash feel?" Yoshiteru Zaimokuza asked in a childish tone, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with a strange light.

Uesugi Genshin explained, "Hmm~, in my perception, time seemed to stand still for a moment. Or perhaps it was just that Shiroyama's movements were too easy to predict, and I could anticipate the trajectory of his attack."

"Attack prediction." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza crossed his arms, nodded deeply, and said, "I understand."

Then he proved with his actions that he didn't know how.

"Whoa~" Just like Shiroyama, Yoshiteru Zaimokuza slid a line on the floor.

"It was completely unpredictable," he complained.

Hachiman, standing nearby, retorted, "Nonsense! Who do you think you're facing as an opponent?"

And they even made predictions, looking down on whoever they wanted.

"Ugh, how embarrassing." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza scrambled to his feet.

It was embarrassing, but no one laughed at him because they were afraid they were even worse off than the woodcutter.

“The idea of ​​making predictions is correct. Zombies attack based on their animal instincts, and their methods are relatively simple. This is the same as familiarizing yourself with the boss's attack patterns in a game to clear the level.” Uesugi Genshin did not discourage his confidence.

"right."

Uesugi Genshin felt that he had been doing something futile, listening to his relaxed words; Zaimokuza Yoshiteru had a great attitude.

After the wooden stand, almost everyone took turns, and each person lasted less than three minutes.

After more than an hour of back-and-forth battles, Uesugi Genshin was also feeling a bit tired.

Sweat soaked through his T-shirt. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Only two people were left.

Hayasaka Ai's face and hair are hidden in her features; if it weren't for her slender and tall figure, you really wouldn't be able to tell that she's a woman.

Holding a bamboo knife, she moved slowly forward, giving the impression of proceeding cautiously step by step.

Uesugi Genshin's decision to take the initiative this time was related to his current state of exhaustion, so he instinctively wanted to seize the initiative and take control of the battle.

When people are tired, they will subconsciously choose the easiest way to relax, and he was no exception.

Hayasaka Ai's stance was broken, and her body was forced to retreat, but she was not hit, which made her stronger than half of the Executive Department members.

Anyone else might have been hit several times in the panic of retreating.

The sounds of wooden and bamboo knives clashing frequently rang out.

It was a casual attack; Uesugi Genshin's attack net was so dense that it gave his opponent no chance to breathe.

Hayasaka Ai also tried to retaliate, but after being blocked, she was always a beat too slow and forced to choose to defend, resulting in her always falling into the opponent's rhythm.

but!

"Ah~" Hayasaka Ai stepped onto the threshold and unknowingly almost stepped outside. Her foot slipped and she fell backward.

As I fell, my eyes were touched by the light outside—it was the sun.

Uesugi Genshin grabbed her first, pressing his left hand, which held the sword, against her lower back, and turned her into the dojo.