Location: The Prison (TWD Universe)
The sun was setting over the West Georgia Correctional Facility. The courtyard was clean, the fences were repaired, and the survivors of Woodbury were integrating into the cell blocks.
Ren stood by the main gate, checking the straps on his tactical vest.
Rick Grimes stood opposite him, holding Judith. He looked tired, but for the first time in months, he looked secure.
"You're leaving again," Rick stated. It wasn't a question.
"The Governor is gone," Ren said. "The Saviors are leaderless and scattered for now. You have walls, you have a tank, and you have Merle and Michonne. If you can't hold this place, Rick, you don't deserve it."
Rick nodded solemnly. "We'll hold it. But... where are you going? Really?"
Ren smiled, a cryptic expression that didn't reach his eyes. "School."
Ren turned and walked toward the isolated sally port where he had parked the Pocket Dimension entrance (invisible to everyone else).
Inside the Dimension, his team was ready.
Maggie, Andrea, and Amy were dressed in matching black tactical gear Ren had purchased from the System. Lightweight body armor, combat boots, thigh holsters. They didn't look like farm girls or civil rights lawyers anymore. They looked like a death squad.
"Japan?" Andrea asked, checking the magazine of her silenced pistol. "I've never been."
"Don't expect a vacation," Ren warned. "We're dropping in at T-Minus Zero of an outbreak. It's going to be loud, chaotic, and messy."
"Are the walkers different?" Maggie asked, sharpening her knife.
"They're faster than the ones here, but dumber," Ren lied slightly (HOTD zombies are actually blind but sensitive to sound). "But the real danger isn't the dead. It's the panic."
Ren opened the interface.
[World Jump Initiated.]
[Destination: High School of the Dead (HOTD).]
[Location: Fujimi Academy, Tokonosu City.]
[Timeline: April 13th, 1:00 PM (Outbreak Day).]
[Local Language: Japanese (Auto-Translation Active for Host and Party).]
"Let's go to school," Ren said.
Fujimi Academy - The Courtyard
One moment, there was silence. The next, the roar of a siren and the screams of dying teenagers filled the air.
Ren and his team materialized in an alleyway behind the school gymnasium.
"Jesus," Amy whispered, covering her ears. "It's so loud."
Ren peeked around the corner. The school courtyard was a slaughterhouse. Students were running in circles. Teachers were eating students. Blood sprayed across the cherry blossoms.
"It's just started," Ren noted. "Fresh infection."
"What's the play?" Andrea asked, her soldier instincts kicking in. "Do we clear the yard?"
"No," Ren said. "We're here for specific assets. Let the fodder panic."
Ren pulled up his System Map.
[Target 1: Saeko Busujima (Kendo Dojo).]
[Target 2: Saya Takagi (Industrial Arts Building).]
[Target 3: Shizuka Marikawa (Infirmary).]
"We split up?" Maggie suggested.
"No," Ren shook his head. "We move as a unit. First stop: The Dojo. I need a sword master."
Ren drew his katana. It wasn't the crude steel of TWD. It was a System-grade blade, sharp enough to cut molecular bonds.
"Move out. Silence is optional."
The Hallways
They breached the side door of the gym building. The hallways were chaos. Students were trampling each other to get to the exits.
A male student, covered in bite marks, lunged at Amy.
"Help me!" he screamed, reaching out with bloody hands.
THWIP.
Andrea put a suppressed bullet through his forehead before he could touch her.
"Clean kill," Ren complimented.
They moved efficiently. Unlike the high schoolers who were freezing in terror, Ren's harem had survived the fall of civilization. They moved in formation—Ren on point, Maggie and Andrea checking corners, Amy watching the rear.
They reached the stairs to the second floor. A group of five infected—"Them"—blocked the path.
"Save ammo," Ren ordered.
He sheathed his sword and extended his hand.
[Skill: Telekinesis]
Ren flicked his wrist. The five zombies were launched sideways, smashing through the reinforced glass window and plummeting two stories to the concrete below.
"Show off," Maggie muttered, though she grinned.
The Kendo Dojo
They reached the Dojo double doors. Inside, the sound of wood clacking against bone echoed.
Ren kicked the doors open.
The scene inside was almost artistic.
Saeko Busujima, purple hair flowing, was a whirlwind of violence. She wore her school uniform—skirt fluttering with every movement—and held a wooden bokken.
She was surrounded by four infected students.
She pivoted, sidestepped a lunge, and brought the bokken down on a zombie's skull. CRACK. The sound was wet and sickening.
She didn't look scared. She looked... exhilarated. A dark smile played on her lips.
"Found her," Ren whispered.
He signaled his team to hold fire. He wanted to see her work.
Saeko dispatched the last one with a thrust to the throat, crushing the windpipe, then a follow-up stomp to the head.
She stood amidst the bodies, breathing heavily. She looked up and saw Ren's team standing in the doorway.
She blinked. Four people in high-end tactical gear, moving with professional silence. The man in the front—Ren—radiated an aura that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
"You're not police," Saeko stated calmly, tightening her grip on the bloody bokken. "And you're not JSDF."
Ren walked into the Dojo. He clapped slowly.
"Impressive form, Busujima-san," Ren said. "But that wood is going to splinter eventually."
Saeko narrowed her eyes. "You know my name?"
"I know what you are," Ren said, stopping ten feet from her. "You're enjoying this."
Saeko flinched. It was her deepest secret—her sadistic nature. Her bloodlust.
"I'm doing what is necessary to survive," she defended coldly.
"Don't lie to me," Ren stepped closer. His Incubus Charisma washed over her. To Saeko, who was attracted to strength and dominance, Ren felt like a gravitational pull. "I saw that smile. You like the violence. You like the control."
Ren drew his katana. The steel sang as it left the sheath.
"I have a proposition, Saeko. This school is a coffin. Come with me, and I'll give you a world where you never have to hide that smile again."
Saeko looked at the sword. It was a masterpiece. Then she looked at Ren's eyes—glowing blue with a ring of gold.
Before she could answer, the side door of the Dojo burst open.
A horde—at least twenty of "Them"—poured in. The noise of the fight had drawn them.
"Ren!" Maggie warned, raising her rifle.
"Hold fire," Ren ordered. "Saeko needs a real weapon."
Ren tossed his katana.
It spun through the air. Saeko caught it instinctively. The weight was perfect. The balance was divine.
"Show me," Ren commanded. "Show me why you deserve to live."
Saeko looked at the blade. Then she looked at the horde.
The dark smile returned, wider this time.
"Yes... Master."
Saeko charged.
With a real blade, she was a demon. Limbs flew. Heads rolled. She moved like water, flowing between the grasping hands of the dead. Slash. Spin. Decapitate.
It was over in twenty seconds.
Saeko stood in a circle of gore, the katana dripping. She looked at Ren, her eyes shining with a mix of lust and adrenaline.
"Good," Ren nodded. "You're hired."
[Target Acquired: Saeko Busujima.]
[Loyalty: High (Imprinted on Strength).]
The Genius and the Medic
"We have the sword," Ren checked his watch. "Now we need the brain and the body."
"The body?" Andrea raised an eyebrow.
"The Medic," Ren corrected smoothly. "Shizuka Marikawa."
They left the Dojo, Saeko falling in line behind Ren without question. She kept the sword. Ren summoned his Warhammer (scaled down to a mace size using Titan Hardening) for himself.
They moved toward the Faculty Office.
They found the hallway barricaded with desks. Behind it, a pink-haired girl with glasses (Saya Takagi) was shouting at a chubby boy (Kohta Hirano) who was using a nail gun to hold back the dead.
"Aim for the head, you idiot! The head!" Takagi screamed.
"I'm trying!" Hirano yelled back. Thunk. Thunk.
Ren approached the barricade from behind the zombies.
"Clear a path," Ren ordered.
He didn't use magic. He used brute force. He smashed the mace into the nearest zombie, obliterating its upper torso.
Maggie and Andrea flanked him, using knives to dispatch the stragglers.
Ren reached the barricade and vaulted over it.
Takagi shrieked, stumbling back. "Who are you?! Stay back!"
Ren looked at her. High intellect, high arrogance. Tsundere archetype.
"I'm your ride out of here," Ren said. "Where is the Nurse?"
"Shizuka?" Takagi pointed to the infirmary door. "She's in there! But we're trapped! The stairs are blocked!"
Ren looked at Hirano. The boy was holding the nail gun like a rifle.
"You," Ren pointed at Hirano. "You like guns?"
Hirano nodded furiously. "Yes! I love them!"
Ren reached into his inventory (which looked like he was reaching into a pouch) and pulled out a spare M4 Carbine and a magazine.
He tossed it to Hirano.
"Christmas came early, kid. Lock and load. We're leaving."
Hirano caught the rifle. His expression shifted from fear to a terrifyingly professional grin. He racked the charging handle with practiced ease. "Real steel... oh yes."
Ren kicked the infirmary door open.
Shizuka Marikawa—the busty, airheaded school nurse—was cowering under a desk.
"Is it over?" she squeaked.
Ren walked over, grabbed her by the back of her lab coat, and hauled her up.
"Not even close, Doctor. But you're coming with us. I need a medic who knows how to drive."
"Drive?" Shizuka blinked. "I have a license!"
"Good," Ren said. "Because we're stealing a Humvee."
The Escape
Ren led the motley crew—his harem, plus Saeko, Takagi, Hirano, and Shizuka—toward the parking lot.
They reached the main entrance. It was blocked by hundreds of students.
"There's too many!" Takagi analyzed. "Even with guns, we'll run out of ammo before we clear a path to the vehicles!"
"Who said we're walking?" Ren asked.
He looked at the second-floor balcony overlooking the parking lot.
"We jump."
"Are you insane?!" Takagi yelled. "That's a twenty-foot drop!"
Ren looked at Saeko. "Trust me?"
"With my life," Saeko said immediately.
Ren grabbed Saeko by the waist. "Maggie, Andrea, Amy—you know the drill. Help the civilians."
Ren activated Telekinesis.
He scooped up Saeko and jumped. But instead of falling, he glided, using the telekinetic force to slow their descent. They landed softly next to the school bus.
"He can fly?" Hirano adjusted his glasses. "Cool."
Ren looked up. He extended his hand.
[Skill: Telekinesis (Area Lift)]
He grabbed Takagi, Shizuka, and Hirano with invisible hands and yanked them off the balcony. They screamed as they floated down, deposited gently on the asphalt.
His harem jumped on their own, rolling perfectly to absorb the impact. ( system's harem enhancement )
"To the Humvee!" Ren ordered.
They ran to the military-grade Humvee parked near the gate (part of the lore—Takagi's father's influence).
"Locked," Shizuka said, pulling the handle. "I don't have the keys!"
Ren placed his hand on the door.
[Skill: Lightning Discharge]
ZZZT. The electronic lock fried and popped open.
"Get in!"
Ren took the driver's seat. Saeko rode shotgun. The rest piled in the back.
Ren hotwired the ignition with a spark from his finger. The engine roared to life.
"Buckle up," Ren said, shifting gears.
He floored it.
The Humvee smashed through the school gate, sending zombies flying like bowling pins.
They were out.
[Quest Update: Secure the Assets.]
[Saeko Busujima: Secured.]
[Saya Takagi: Secured.]
[Shizuka Marikawa: Secured.]
[Kohta Hirano: Secured (Bonus).]
[EMP-Proof Humvee: Secured.]
As they sped down the bridge toward the city, Takagi leaned forward.
"Who are you people?" she demanded. "You're not military. You have superpowers. And you..." she pointed at Ren, "...you act like you own the world."
Ren looked at her in the rearview mirror. His blue eyes glowed.
"I'm just a traveler, Saya. I'm building a kingdom. And you all just got citizenship."
Ren looked at the city burning in the distance.
"Now," Ren said. "Let's go find a safe house. I need a shower."
[System Notification]
[Hidden Objective: The Shrine Duel.]
[Warning: Seishiro Takagi (Saya's Father) will not relinquish his daughter easily. Prepare for conflict.]
Ren smiled. "Good. I was hoping to test my Warhammer against a nationalist army."