They said that arousal was similar to drunkenness. It changed one's behavior from the normal one. When one snapped out of it... they would feel regret, shame, or even fear for what they did in the past.
I was woken up by a scream beside me. Raising my body, I saw Saya covered her body with a blanket she snatched from Miss Shizuka and Saeko, who somehow moved to my side.
"That's so loud, Saya. The sky is still dark, you need to lower your voice." Miss Shizuka rubbed her temple.
"Ah, I am sorry, I was surprised." She lowered her head and said, "But, why did I—"
When she noticed the trace on her body and my sleeping position, she seemed to remember what happened last night. Her cheeks blushing crimson, she moved backward away from us, picking up her soaked panties and dress from the floor.
"W-What did I?! Stupid! Don't talk to me anymore!"
With that, she quickly wore her clothes and stormed out of the room.
Seeing her reaction, I couldn't help but chuckle. Then, I checked the time and saw that it was 4 AM already.
'If I sleep anymore, I might oversleep.'
With that, I decided to wake up early today and take a shower. I wondered when the Japanese side would launch the nuclear missile that would result in an EMP blast.
Based on my knowledge, that should've happened yesterday. But nothing has happened until now.
Was it postponed? Or canceled?
'Unlike in the original HOTD, Umbrella Corp exists here. Maybe they do something that affects this timeline.'
Although I suspected my existence might impact this event, I didn't do something that warrant disturbing the EMP blast event. I kept swinging my sword in the dojo, holding the pain I felt near my chest.
My injuries seemed to still linger, albeit it was already better than before.
'My recovery speed has increased. I have higher strength and stamina than before.'
[Name: Busujima Daiki
Strength: 27 | Agility: 27 | Stamina: 28 | Dexterity: 25
Skills: Busujima Swordsmanship (Intermediate), Marksmanship (Intermediate)
Compared to when I first transmigrated, it was quite an improvement. However, it wouldn't guarantee my survival rate if I faced hordes of zombies or even two Tyrants.
I also understood how the Unreliable Choice System worked. Every choice had pros and cons. The higher the reward, the cons would also be bigger. Not to mention that the choices might be different according to situations.
Also, the choice would always appear in a critical moment where I had to make a decision.
"It's time to leave this place."
After fighting Tyrant, I realized I wanted to create or join a stronger group. One specialized in surviving in these kinds of worlds. Like the Resident Evil Main Characters such as Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield, or Ada Wong.
Even if I couldn't find any of them, it should be a group capable of fending off Tyrant and zombies. And that would not include Takagi's group because the situation at the mansion was unstable and Takagi didn't have the capability of managing many people.
Which meant someone like a police force or self-defense army groups.
"I need to find Miss Rika."
Fortunately, the EMP blast never happened here. I could take the humvee with Miss Shizuka and Saeko to find her. I roughly knew where Miss Rika was, so we might have found her easier.
The problem was, should I take Kohta with me or not? He would be a useful member, but his ability and talent needed polishing. Not only that, he was gravely injured right now.
'Don Takagi will take care of him for now. As for Saya... I doubt she will go with me. Well, I will tell Saeko and Miss Shizuka about my decision for now, then talk with the Takagi family. I also need time to fully recover right now.'
Just as I thought about that, the dojo door opened.
I turned around and found Don Takagi entered wearing a training gi.
"Busujima Daiki, you're early." He said.
Talk about the devil and he showed up, huh? I smiled at him and replied, "Indeed. I woke up early because I have important decisions to make. And I just finished thinking about it. Don Takagi, if you're free, can I have your time for a bit?"
Don Takagi looked at me for a brief second and then nodded. "Sure. But with one condition."
"What condition is that?"
"Have a sparring match with me. I want to know your skill before you leave this place."
Hearing that, my eyes widened slightly. So he had a feeling I wanted to leave this place?
"Are you sure you're okay with that?" I asked again.
"You will tell me after anyway," he shrugged, "And I want to see your ability myself. I heard a lot about it from Saya, but I want to witness it myself."
I nodded at him. This might be a good opportunity to test my power too. Although I was injured, I was stronger than before.
We wore the body protector often used in kendo matches and took our position. The head protector would only be in the way, so I didn't use it, neither did Don Takagi.
A skilled person would be able to stop their strike before hitting the opponent, so I was sure I would be fine. If we're talking about injury, Don Takagi also had some minor bruises from the failed expedition to the water treatment plant back then.
After getting into position, facing each other, Don Takagi asked, "Are you ready?"
With that, he yelled, "HA!!"
He charged at me while raising his bokken overhead and swung down fast.
His attack was swift and powerful. But I parried it easily using my bokken. The impact was hard but tolerable.
Our body build was pretty similar, just that I was slightly slimmer due to my younger age.
In return, I swung diagonally. He dodged it by jumping back and regained his stance.
"Good reflexes. Let's increase the speed then."
He launched a flurry of slashes; each of which aimed for my vital areas. I managed to dodge or deflect most of them though.
‘Ugh, it’s heavy. Even with my current strength, his precise strike is still hard to defend!’
Occasionally, he'd feint, forcing me to change directions abruptly mid-air, throwing me off balance, leaving me open for his counterattack.
In terms of skills, he was way above me. An advanced sword practitioner compared to me. He knew exactly how to pressure someone based on their posture alone.
We continued to spar until he knocked my weapon away during our clash.
This was my defeat, but a satisfied smile was plastered on his face.
"You're pretty good for a young kid. Were you taught the Busujima Sword Style?"
"Yes, but I am not as skilled as my sister yet. I slacked off practicing sometimes."
He grinned after hearing that. "So you're the type that is blessed with raw talents, huh? But you don't like working hard for it?"
I smirked after hearing that question. It reminded me of how I trained after learning about the future.
"Yeah, I am like that. After realizing that things won't get better if I don't work harder, I started doing so."
"Good mindset. Make sure to report to me before you leave. I have some information that might be useful to you."
With that, he turned around and left the dojo, leaving me alone once again.
If I had to describe him, then Don Takagi was like a storm. He was calm, quiet, but also violent and explosive when it counted.
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