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Bedmaster City was peaceful today too.
If you could ignore all the zombies wandering the streets…
That's when the deep mechanical roar echoed from the distance.
Every zombie on the roadside froze mid-shamble. Like predators catching a scent, they slowly turned their heads toward the sound and let out low, mindless growls.
Then they started shuffling forward, drawn to the noise.
Too bad their eyesight had degraded horribly after turning. They couldn't see the black motorcycle cruising slowly ahead—or the massive tidal wave of zombies trailing right behind it like a black tide.
If they could, they might have realized the "food" was leading them straight to a slaughter and given up early. Because the guy riding that bike was Shuya, and the purple-haired beauty behind him was Saeko Busujima—out here specifically to farm zombies.
Saeko sat pressed against Shuya's back, arms wrapped tight around his waist. She glanced over her shoulder at the endless horde following them and calculated the distance they'd already covered.
"Shuya-kouhai, this should be far enough, right?"
"Got it."
Shuya nodded, twisted the throttle hard, and the engine roared louder. The bike shot forward, putting a solid gap between them and the zombie swarm. Only then did he ease off and bring the mechanical beast to a smooth stop.
He spun the bike around so they were facing the incoming black wave of undead. Turning his head slightly, he told the girl behind him, "Alright—these monsters are all yours."
Saeko's eyes sharpened with focus. "Leave it to me. You can leave everything to me!"
But a second later, a mischievous little smile tugged at her lips. She tapped her own cheek a few times with her fingertip. "Though… shouldn't my kouhai give his senpai a little encouragement before the fight?"
Shuya facepalmed, wearing an expression that screamed I'm completely defeated by you.
Still, under Saeko's expectant gaze, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her smooth, collagen-rich cheek.
"There. Good enough?" he asked, a little embarrassed.
"Perfect," Saeko said, satisfied.
She raised her hand.
The air around her seemed to freeze for a split second. Then, like shattering a dimensional barrier, a long black blade wrapped in swirling purple aura materialized in her grip.
Reizan—her exclusive Conjurer weapon.
Saeko gently ran her fingers along the blade and spoke with calm confidence. "With Shuya-kouhai supporting me from behind… I am invincible."
She turned her gaze back to him, eyes shining as she said each word deliberately:
"Shuya-kouhai… please watch me closely. Watch the sword dance I'm about to perform just for you."
"Got it," Shuya replied with a smile. "I'm really looking forward to your performance, Senpai."
"I won't disappoint you."
With that, she drew Reizan like unsheathing a sword. The purple aura around the blade condensed sharply.
Saeko lightly tapped the ground with her foot and shot forward like an arrow, charging straight into the dense wall of zombies.
The undead didn't understand why their "food" had stopped running and was now rushing at them. But as the distance closed, a faint, instinctive hunger flickered across their empty expressions.
They surged forward like a tidal wave, even the ones who tripped and fell crawling along the ground like worms, desperate to reach her.
It was a horrifying sight. Any normal person would've gotten chills just watching.
One versus thousands.
In any other situation, it would've been a guaranteed massacre. Even slaughtering a thousand docile pigs lined up in a row would be exhausting—your blade would dull, your arms would tire.
But this wasn't any normal person.
This was Saeko Busujima.
She swung Reizan in a graceful half-circle arc.
Silence.
An eerie, absolute silence.
The blade sliced through the zombies like a hot knife through butter—smooth, effortless, without a single sound. It felt like she was cutting paper, not flesh.
The very front zombies kept moving forward for a split second, frozen in time, until the ones behind crashed into them and knocked them over.
Only then did thin red lines appear across their bodies.
They split cleanly in half—perfectly smooth cuts with not a single drop of blood spilling out. It looked like their bodies had always been meant to separate like that.
Saeko lifted her head. The corners of her mouth curved upward, her purple eyes gleaming with a seductive, almost intoxicating light.
Her movements were elegant. Beautiful.
Then she dove straight into the horde like a tiger among sheep. Reizan danced in her hands without pause, a tireless killing machine.
Every second, several—sometimes dozens—of zombies fell.
Yet somehow, not a single drop of blood stained her clothes. It was a miracle.
Masterful swordsmanship, a blade that grew sharper with every kill, and the constant feedback of Nen pouring back into her from Reizan's ability. Unlimited stamina.
This was her.
The gorgeous, bloodthirsty beauty—Saeko Busujima.
Shuya watched her from a short distance away, sword swinging like she was performing a dance, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "Looks like Saeko-senpai's sword skills have improved again."
Maybe it was her mindset, or something else entirely. Last night her swings had been fast and sharp, but something had felt… missing. Now? She was on another level.
Last night her uniform had ended up soaked in zombie blood. This time, aside from the blood on the soles of her boots, her clothes were spotless. Her movements flowed even more naturally.
The difference was obvious.
Feeling the steady stream of Nen flowing back into him from her, Shuya rubbed his chin and started pondering a surprisingly deep question:
Do zombies even count as living creatures?
They could move. They had the basic instinct to eat. Aside from acting purely on instinct and having zero intelligence, they pretty much checked every box for "living being."
But when he'd tried using Ren on them earlier—the technique that released aura outward like a Conqueror's Haki-style pressure—it had zero effect.
"Shuya-kouhai, how was it?" Saeko asked some time later, standing in front of him with a satisfied expression.
Shuya smiled warmly. "Perfect. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the way you looked fighting just now."
"Really?" Saeko's face lit up with a radiant smile. Then, like a child asking an adult for candy, she tilted her head and said playfully, "Since I did such a good job… doesn't my kouhai owe me another little reward?"
"For example…"
She blinked at him, purple eyes sparkling with mischief and charm.