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Chapter 60: Please Watch Me Closely
Tokonosu City was as peaceful as ever today.
Well, assuming one could ignore the hordes of blood-soaked zombies wandering aimlessly through the streets.
Suddenly, the mechanical roar of an engine echoed from the distance.
The zombies wandering the sidewalks abruptly stopped their aimless shuffling. Like predators locking onto prey, they swiveled their rotting bodies toward the source of the noise, guttural, meaningless snarls tearing from their throats.
Slowly, clumsily, they began converging on the sound.
Unfortunately for them, the zombie mutation had caused severe degradation to their eyesight. Therefore, they couldn't see that the thunderous roaring was coming from a slow-moving motorcycle just up ahead.
More importantly, they couldn't see the sheer, tidal wave of infected already trailing closely behind that single bike.
If they possessed even a shred of intelligence, they would have realized that there were too many mouths and not enough meat. They would have given up and accidentally saved their own undead lives.
The people driving that motorcycle, deliberately baiting the horde, were none other than Suyan and Busujima Saeko.
Sitting behind Suyan, Saeko kept her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. She glanced over her shoulder at the dense, suffocating sea of zombies following them.
Mentally calculating the distance they had driven from the house, she leaned forward and said, "Suyan-kouhai, this distance should be far enough, right?"
"Got it." Suyan nodded.
He twisted the throttle hard. The iron beast beneath them unleashed a furious roar and instantly surged forward, rapidly covering a vast stretch of road.
Once they had pulled a significant distance away from the encroaching horde, Suyan finally squeezed the brakes, bringing the motorcycle to a smooth halt.
He turned the bike around to face the oncoming mass. Looking at the dark, oppressive cloud of infected shambling toward them, Suyan turned his head and smiled. "Alright. I leave these monsters to you."
Hearing this, Busujima Saeko's eyes sharpened. Her aura shifted into deadly focus. "Leave them to me. I'll take care of all of them!"
But just a second later, the girl seemed to remember something. She tapped her own cheek playfully with her finger and looked at him. "But shouldn't my junior give his senior a little bit of encouragement before the battle?"
Suyan facepalmed, feigning a look of complete defeat.
Then, under her expectant gaze, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her pristine, collagen-rich cheek.
"Is that enough?" he asked, slightly exasperated.
"It's more than enough."
With those words, Busujima Saeko reached her hand into the empty air.
Instantly, the atmosphere around her seemed to stagnate. It was as if she had reached through the fabric of reality itself. A long, elegant katana, wreathed in dark purple energy, materialized directly into her grip.
It was Reizan (Spirit Slash)—the exclusive weapon forged from her Conjuration Nen!
Busujima Saeko gently ran her fingers along the blade of Reizan, her voice eerily calm. "With my Suyan-kouhai supporting me from behind, I am invincible."
She shifted her gaze back to Suyan, enunciating every word with absolute conviction. "Suyan-kouhai, please watch me closely. Watch the sword dance I am about to perform just for you!"
"I will," Suyan replied. "I'm looking forward to your performance."
"I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
Like a blade being drawn from its scabbard, the atmosphere shattered.
Saeko gripped Reizan tightly, the purple aura swirling around the blade instantly condensing into a razor-sharp edge. Kicking off the ground, she launched herself forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging headlong into the dense wall of zombies.
The zombies had no conceptual understanding of why their prey had suddenly stopped running and charged straight into their ranks.
But as the fresh meat closed in, a faint spark of primal hunger flared within the emotionless husks. Like a collapsing wave, they surged forward frantically. Even the ones pushed to the ground by the crush of the horde refused to stop, dragging themselves forward like grotesque maggots.
It was a terrifying, nightmare-inducing sight. Anyone else would have felt their scalp tingle with absolute dread.
One against thousands.
No matter the era, this was a battle that should have been laughably one-sided. Let alone fighting a thousand, even if a thousand unresisting pigs were lined up for slaughter, a normal human would physically collapse before finishing the job.
Blades dull. Muscles fatigue.
It was a feat completely beyond the realm of human capability. Unless...
That human was Busujima Saeko!
Saeko swung Reizan, carving a perfect crescent arc through the air directly in front of her.
Silence!
A chilling, eerie silence!
The long blade passed through the zombies' bodies with zero resistance, like a hot knife through butter. It was unbelievably smooth. It didn't make a single sound.
It looked less like she was cleaving through flesh and bone, and more like she was slicing through a sheet of paper with a drawing of a zombie on it.
The attack was so terrifyingly clean that even after Saeko's swing ended, the zombies in the front row maintained their aggressive lunging postures, frozen in place like statues.
It was only when the horde surging from behind crashed into them that the illusion broke.
A thin line of blood abruptly appeared across the torsos of the affected zombies. Their upper and lower halves slid apart, hitting the pavement with dull thuds. The cuts were so immaculately smooth that initially, not a single drop of blood spilled from the wounds—as if their bodies were naturally built in two separate pieces.
Busujima Saeko stood amidst the carnage and lifted her head. The corners of her lips curled upward into a mesmerizing smile, her purple eyes flashing with a bewitching, demonic light.
Her movements were simultaneously elegant, terrifying, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Like a tiger descending upon a flock of sheep, she plunged deeper into the horde. Reizan danced constantly in her hands, never stopping for even a fraction of a second. She was a tireless, flawless machine of slaughter.
Like a scythe reaping wheat, she cut them down row after row. Every single second, several—sometimes over a dozen—zombies collapsed into pieces around her.
But the most miraculous part was that, despite the sheer volume of monsters she was slaughtering, not a single speck of blood managed to stain her school uniform.
It was an absolute miracle of violence.
Masterful swordsmanship, a weapon that grew sharper with every kill, and the endless stamina provided by the Nen feeding back from Reizan's slaughter.
This was her true nature!
The murderous beauty—Busujima Saeko!
Watching from a short distance away, Suyan couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "It looks like Saeko-senpai's sword skills have leveled up again."
Perhaps it was a change in her mental state, or perhaps something else entirely, but there was a distinct difference from the night before.
Her swings last night had been incredibly fast and lethal, but compared to her current performance, they felt like they were missing a certain foundational essence.
The difference in her state was obvious. Last night, by the time the battle ended, her clothes had been completely dyed crimson with infected blood.
But today? Aside from the inevitable blood pooling beneath her knee-high boots, her uniform remained impeccably clean. Her movements were more fluid, more natural, more like running water.
The difference between the two outcomes spoke volumes about her evolution.
Feeling the continuous, surging influx of Nen returning to his own body via their Contract, Suyan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
He suddenly found himself pondering a deeply philosophical question: Do zombies actually count as living creatures?
They possessed basic mobility and the fundamental biological urge to feed. Aside from acting purely on instinct and lacking any discernible intelligence, they seemed to fit the criteria of a living organism.
Yet, earlier, Suyan had tested his Ren on them—flaring his aura outward to create an overwhelming pressure, similar to the effects of Conqueror's Haki from One Piece.
The result had been highly unexpected.
The killing intent had absolutely zero suppressive effect on the zombies.
"Suyan-kouhai, how did I do?"
An unknown amount of time later, Busujima Saeko stood before him once again, a look of utter satisfaction painted across her face.
Suyan smiled warmly. "Perfect. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the way you looked while fighting just now."
"Is that so?"
Busujima Saeko beamed, deeply pleased by his praise. Then, like a child asking for candy, she leaned closer. "Since I did such a good job, shouldn't my junior give me another reward?"
"For example…"
She blinked her vibrant purple eyes at him, her gaze brimming with playful, unrestrained affection.
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