Stigmata of Survival [ High School of the Dead / Resident Evil /

"Komuro Takashi, you should follow Ichiro's example," Komuro's mother said in a tone full of indignation.

"B-but!" the boy said indignantly.

"No, but," Izamu immediately nipped his son's indignation in the bud.

Akemi was a kindergarten teacher, and Izamu worked for a large Japanese company involved in the development of microelectronics, and for this reason he often went on various business trips. It was for this reason that family gatherings were so important to him.

"O-okay," Komuro lowered his head.

"And you, Ichiro, should devote more time to rest," Izamu said.

In a normal situation, he would be right, since it is necessary to combine work and rest, but Ichiro's situation was a little different from the others.

"Okay," Ichiro said with a slight smile on his face.

Ichiro quickly noticed that his body was quite strong.

"Eh..." Izamu sighed, looking into Ichiro's eyes.

Ichiro Masuda was the son of his wife's sister, who died in a car accident with her husband. Since he was not a purebred Japanese, he was taller and bigger than his peers. The guy's pedigree contributed to the fact that he looked slightly different from his classmates.

"Be careful," Izamu said in a serious tone.

Izamu understood perfectly well from the look in his nephew's eyes that he was not going to back down from his plans, so the best solution would be to help him.

"Okay," Ichiro nodded.

Akemi, seeing Ichiro's serious face... She couldn't help but say:

- You are so sweet!

A small blue-eyed and fair-haired boy found himself in Akemi's embrace.

"Akemi, you're going to strangle him!" Izamu exclaimed, seeing Ichiro's cheeks turn pale.

Izamu's wife, realizing what she had done, released Ichiro from captivity in the shortest possible time.

- Cough! T-thank you, uncle... - the blond whispered, looking at his aunt with slight wariness.

- A-always welcome...

Having finished eating, this unusual family, at least not typical for Japan, headed outside.

"I'm going," said the father of the family, throwing on his jacket and checking his tie in the mirror.

"Good luck at work," Akemi said, looking at her husband and handing him the bento. "Don't forget to eat!"

Izamu, who was already outside, simply waved his hand, thus showing that he understood.

"Hmph!" Akemi snorted. "I hope he doesn't forget to eat."

Ichiro had long ago noticed that Izamu was actually very lucky with his wife, although it would be more accurate to say that they were both lucky.

The understanding that these two had was astounding to the adult, perhaps that was what the blond man inside Ichiro could be called.

"I think he'll definitely forget about this," the blond couldn't contain his thoughts.

"I think so too," Akemi said automatically.

— ...

"I'll have to call him," Akemi said in a calm tone.

— Isn't it time for you kids to go outside?

To understand that Akemi is trying to send us outside in order to finish the housework.

- Ah! Ray and Hisashi! - Komuro exclaimed.

After which Akemi's son ran to the door, putting on a T-shirt as he went.

"I'm leaving!" Komuro Ichiro and Akemi heard their voice fading away.

"Where is he rushing off to?" Akemi said in a shocked tone.

"If I remember correctly... They seemed to have decided to show me something," Ichiro said, shrugging his shoulders.

Ichiro remembered this very promise to show something only because of the emotions that the children experienced at that moment, and he also had a rough idea of ​​​​this surprise.

"It seems like you know what they're planning," Akemi said.

Akemi understood the children in her house as easily as mathematicians understood the multiplication tables, and for this reason it was difficult to hide anything from her eyes.

"Yes," Ichiro nodded in response. "I don't think we should keep them waiting."

"Hah, sure," Akemi said with a smile. "Have fun there!"

- Yes.

Ichiro was heading to the playground where the children were at the time, but instead of going to Komuro's friends, he started walking in circles around the playground.

"He's doing it again?" Ichiro heard Rei say.

"Y-yes..." Komuro said in response.

After entering this body, Ichiro tried to use the time he had to prepare for the coming apocalypse. During such training, Ichiro discovered a strange detail, it happened during training with a horizontal bar, working with one's own weight was one of the most advantageous for his age. Ichiro fell from the bar, and landed at an unfortunate angle, as a result, he broke his left arm ... A common occurrence for a child, if only it had not happened a week ago.

Ichiro instinctively clenched his left fist and then slightly stretched his hands.

"I think I'm ready," Ichiro whispered after he felt that his body had done enough warming up.

Ichiro's extraordinary ability was that his body's regeneration was much higher than that of an ordinary person, although to be completely honest, the speed of recovery was not much higher and did not reach the phenomenal level of regeneration of the same Logan or Wade, but it was still higher than that of an ordinary person.

According to Ichiro, the power of this ability was best revealed during training until the pulse was lost. Thanks to this feature, Ichiro gained muscle in a fairly record time.

"Ichiro!" Rei Miyamoto's irritated voice sounded.

By this time Ichiro was busy lifting his body on the bars. The muscles were aching, tearing and recovering, but it was worth saying that Ichiro had already gotten a little used to this kind of pain by this time, and even began to enjoy it.

"Ichiro!" Rei's voice sounded much closer. "Stop it!"

However, Ichiro did not stop exercising on the parallel bars, because he only had to do three more sets of 20 repetitions.

"You can't contact him at times like this…," said Komuro, who also approached Ichiro.

- Rrrr! - Ray growled irritably like a tigress.

"Hah... Calm down," another guy in this unusual company, Hisashi Igou, said in a soft tone. "He'll finish now, and you'll tell him what you wanted."

Hisashi always managed to reconcile and calm his friends, and this time he succeeded.

"Phew…" Ichiro, who had finished his training, sighed deeply.