Clang!
A flash of cold steel arced through the air. In an instant, two lunging zombies were reduced to headless corpses, their dark, coagulated blood spraying across the pavement.
"Saeko-chan is amazing! So cool!" Shizuka Marikawa clapped her hands and cheered from behind, her massive breasts bouncing heavily with the motion.
"Ms. Marikawa, please stay close to me," Saeko instructed, her grip tightening on the hilt of her live-steel katana.
In just a few minutes, the number of infected had surged from single digits to the hundreds—an avalanche of rotting flesh. It was hard to believe that just this morning, Tokonosu City had been entirely peaceful. No one had suspected that such monsters were lurking just beneath the surface of their mundane lives.
The undead seemed to burst forth from the very ground, instantly engulfing the streets and school buildings, leaving the terrified populace no time to react.
"Huh? Leave now? But it's still working hours!" Shizuka asked, tilting her head in a slightly dazed, airheaded manner.
"Sensei, look around! Who cares about working hours right now?!" Saya Takagi shrieked from behind them. The pink-haired genius genuinely couldn't comprehend what was going through the mind of this ditzy school nurse—a woman whose breasts were absurdly larger than her own.
Soichiro Takagi, a powerful nationalist politician and local tycoon in Tokonosu City, had extensive dealings with the Busujima family. They were practically family friends. Therefore, Saya and Saeko had known each other since childhood. When Saeko had carved her way through the halls to secure her father's designated target, Shizuka, she had incidentally rescued Saya, who had been trapped in a classroom and screaming bloody murder.
"W-What do we do now? There are too many of them outside!" Kohta Hirano asked, sweating profusely. The plump otaku clutched a modified, gas-powered nail gun tightly in his slick hands.
As a fervent admirer of his goddess, Saya, the overweight gun-nut had immediately weaponized a heavy-duty tool to protect her the moment the chaos erupted. However, because Saeko's lethal speed was so overwhelming, he hadn't yet had the chance to unleash his full firepower.
"We will head to the Busujima Dojo and await my father's instructions," Saeko declared. Her body trembled slightly as she bisected another lunging corpse with a flawless diagonal slash.
She wasn't trembling out of fear. She was trembling with pure, unadulterated excitement.
A few nights ago, when Adrian had taken her hunting in the alleys, the visceral thrill of her blade cutting through human flesh and bone had sent her into an instant, shattering orgasm. That night, although her conscious mind had been terrified by her first murder, her body had completely betrayed her. She had touched herself three times under the covers, soaking her sheets with slick arousal before the bloodlust finally subsided.
The old Saeko would have loathed herself as a sadistic pervert. But after Adrian's masterful psychological conditioning, she fully embraced her true nature.
She wasn't a monster; she was simply a predator. Many legendary warlords of the Sengoku period shared the exact same thirst for blood. However, living in a suffocating, peaceful era had made it impossible to unleash those desires. Saeko had feared she might never experience that lethal euphoria again.
But who could have imagined that the apocalypse would arrive, granting her absolute impunity to slaughter?
While these walking corpses weren't exactly living victims—they didn't scream or beg for mercy when struck—they were still constructed of human meat and bone. The resistance of the blade was exactly the same.
More. I just need a little more.
Wielding her razor-sharp katana, Saeko danced through the horde. She moved like a graceful, deadly tempest, carving down over twenty charging undead in less than two minutes.
"Wow... she's terrifying," Takashi Komuro muttered.
He and Rei Miyamoto had just sprinted down from the rooftop, only to freeze in shock. Seeing the elegant Kendo Captain completely drenched in dark blood, leaning gracefully on her sword and smiling euphorically amidst a pile of dismembered corpses, silenced them instantly.
Except for the oblivious, airheaded Shizuka, the rest of the surviving students stared at Saeko as if she were the Grim Reaper incarnate.
Hmph. Ignorant sheep.
The old Saeko might have felt a sting of inferiority or shame at being looked at with such revulsion. But now? She was the prized accomplice of the Sword Saint. She aspired to bathe the world in blood and carve her name into the new, dark history of this ruined earth. The fearful opinions of these weak, ordinary mortals meant absolutely nothing to her. A wolf does not concern itself with the opinions of sheep.
"W-Wait for us!"
Seeing that Saeko had single-handedly cleared the parking lot of immediate threats, another group of survivors finally emerged from their hiding spot behind the faculty cars.
"Ah! Busujima-kun! It is me! Mr. Shido!" Koichi Shido led a group of trembling students forward, pasting a sleazy, ingratiating smile on his face as he greeted her.
It had to be said—the slimy teacher's mental fortitude was impressively twisted. Even Saya and Kohta were terrified to approach the blood-soaked swordswoman. Yet, Shido actually dared to greet her with a polite smile. He truly possessed the shameless, sociopathic thick skin required to be a successful politician.
"Drive the bus," Saeko ordered coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. She pointed the tip of her bloody katana toward the idling school minibus.
"O-Of course! Right away!" Shido agreed quickly, his legs secretly trembling. Saeko's aura was overwhelmingly murderous. He didn't want to risk her suddenly deciding his neck looked like a good target practice dummy.
The ragged group of survivors filed onto the minibus. Shido slammed his foot on the gas pedal, smashing the vehicle through the front gates and crushing several undead beneath the tires as they rushed out onto the street.
"Wait! Don't leave us!"
Seeing the minibus lurch into motion, other surviving students trapped on the third and fourth-floor balconies began screaming and waving frantically.
The undead were slow and relied on sound. As long as the students stayed put and kept quiet, they had a decent chance of surviving the initial wave. By screaming for the bus, they were only drawing the horde straight to their barricades.
"Busujima-kun?" Shido asked, his hands tight on the steering wheel. He glanced nervously at Saeko, who had claimed the front passenger seat. "Should we... wait for them?"
Saeko rested her katana across her lap. She casually ripped a curtain from the bus window and began slowly, meticulously wiping the coagulating dark blood from her polished steel blade.
"Ignore them. Keep driving," she commanded calmly.
If those students had possessed the courage to fight their way down to the parking lot on their own, she might have allowed them to board out of a vague sense of school camaraderie. But they were huddled like cowards on the upper floors, screaming and expecting her to risk her own life to rush up and save them?
How absurd.
She wasn't a superhero. She was an apex predator. Why should she care about the lives of the weak? Slaying the undead in her path was a favor to herself. Risking her life to save pathetic strangers? They simply didn't deserve it.
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