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The Resident of Apocalypse

What if the worlds of Resident Evil and High School of the Dead are one world? And what if one detail appears in them, which should not be, namely a new hero - Felix. Additional tags: incest, OP, Harem ( will be in 2 thome but for that moment I wrote only one) , Zombie *** Everything in this book except the main character does not belong to me! This is a translation of my story, but from Russian. It doesn't seem to read that badly, so good luck)

LarchOut · Anime e quadrinhos
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Chapter 18 - Everyday life

Shizuku and I talked a little more and I headed back to class as recess was over. During the first days at the academy, students can choose the club they want to participate in. There are quite a lot of clubs themselves, for example, a club for athletics, basketball, swimming, cooking and other things. Saeko also wants to create a Kendo club, and she immediately told the teacher — Kyoko Hoyashi.

The woman herself was already a mentor of the ping pong club, so she could not also be a mentor of the Kendo club, but the physical education teacher, Takayama Iruko, could well take on this responsibility. On the very first day, the girl submitted documents for the creation of the club and asked for a room to be allocated to her.

— "Felix... do you want to join my club? "— she asked a question after the end of lessons.

— "Kendo club? I don't mind, but I won't be able to show up after class often, you know" —. I said with an apologetic smile.

— "Your lab." — She nodded knowingly. In general, Saeko always understands the problems of others and is ready to listen to them, if necessary. She may look a little cold outwardly, but inside she is a sympathetic and understanding person... if you exclude the side of her where she likes to beat up all sorts of freaks and enjoy their suffering.

— "Exactly. Saeko, are you free now or are you still busy with the club?"

—" I just have to enter the names of those who will be a member of the club and I have already found six girls from our class who do not mind learning how to fight back. Well, now it's you. Give me ten minutes and let's go, okay?"

— "Sure, I'll wait for you outside."

When the girl and I left the academy, she looked pretty cute and often glanced at my hand, as if she wanted to be closer to me. In general, our relationship with her could have crossed the threshold of just friendship for a long time, after all, she clearly likes me and I was not indifferent to her ... but, as much as I would not like to admit it, during this time I still became attached to Rei and if I suddenly start dating Saeko, she can do something stupid like start a relationship in retaliation. There is also Alicia, who reacts very negatively to all the attempts in my direction, although lately she has already got used to girls and therefore can partially ignore them.

It turns out to be some kind of school drama and a love square, where it is difficult for me to single out one girl, since I am not indifferent to everyone. That's why I haven't done anything yet, because I don't like the realization that they will be with others if I choose one... even my little sister, my little Alicia. As soon as I imagine that she is walking with someone, I immediately want to tear someone's head off, and taking into account my newly increased physical strength, I may succeed.

The two of us had a great time in a cafe located next to the academy, and after that I took the girl to her house and went to my place. The buildings were still being rebuilt and strengthened here, and a fairly large fence was also being built, which was equipped with opening windows. For the builders, it may have been some kind of quirk of our family, but we understand that it may be needed.

Alex contacted many of his acquaintances and only a few of them took his words seriously. He even showed a copy of the video to a Japanese military officer with a rank that had enough reputation and power, and he said he didn't believe it. The living dead sounds like nonsense, as well as just man—eating mutants. However, no one said that it was the dead, just infected with a virus. As a result, he said that he would be careful and would call him at the first suspicious cases in the country.

When I came home, I found only Alicia, who was doing her homework and studying hard. The girl followed in my footsteps and also began to win various school Olympiads, which was especially disliked by one pink—haired girl who often tried to catch me in fraud, but she never succeeded. Saya Takagi is pretty smart when she stops acting so bitchy and looking at everyone with her little nose up. But my sister is not inferior to her, and they are now in the third grade of high school, some kind of unspoken competition for the best grades and won contests.

Meanwhile, I continued to study my body and the virus in it. The nocturnal telekinesis did not stop, but only intensified, but at the same time my control over him also increased. At one point I managed to move an empty soda bottle with my mind, so I kept trying to control it sometimes.

During the first month of study, the Kendo club grew and Saeko was more happy to start teaching new students. During this time, she and I have become quite popular personalities at the academy, and not only because of our appearance. Saeko, as the captain of the Kendo club, beat up the incoming high school students several times, and the guys. No, she didn't attack them, but simply offered sparring to those who came to get angry at the girls, mainly Busujima herself. Those, of course, fully confident in their physical superiority agreed ... well, they turned out to be beaten by the girl and that they did not like very much. Sometimes violent individuals threw boken and already wanted to attack her with their fists, in which case I intervened and stuffed their muzzle. And they didn't do anything to me for this, since the director knows who my parents are, and I don't go beyond the limits. In addition, the director hopes with my help to promote his academy higher in the ranking throughout Japan due to the already serious inter-provincial Olympiads.

I myself, besides beating up some proud lovers of attacking girls with wooden katanas in my hands, also showed myself very well in physical exercises and the physical teacher tried to recruit me to other clubs... but I was already a member of the Kendo club, so he had to leave me behind, albeit with obvious reluctance.

On weekends, I go to the blacksmith, whom Saeko's father recommended to me. The blacksmith himself is a tall and broad—shouldered man of fifty years named Elkhart Kiske. He has been holding a workshop inherited from his father for a long time, and he has increased its popularity with his high—quality works. At first, he refused to take me as an apprentice, even when he found out my last name, but still allowed me to watch his work... well, I needed to take a look at what he was doing and how he was doing, as I tried on my own, renting some tools from him. This forge itself is quite modern, so it had all the necessary amenities such as vises, grinders, gas cutters, pneumatic hammers and other things that facilitate work.

The rent was expensive, but it was worth it and in three and a half hours I forged my first steel short sword.

Elkhart, of course, was surprised that at least something worked out for me ... but still recognized the work as amateurish and with one slight blow broke the blade in half, which actually proved his words. But I impressed the master with this demonstration and the next time he already answered my questions during the forging process. The second time I forged a steel blade that was already more suitable, and the blacksmith admitted that the quality of the work jumped up ... but still recognized it as unusable and that he would be ashamed to show such a sword to customers. But still, we made contact and he decided to teach me, apparently my attempts amused him enough that he wanted to see what I would eventually get to. But he is known as a master with more than one cold weapon, Elhart may well make armor or change firearms, cut out something truly beautiful from his details.