Chapter 212: Chapter 212
Busujima Saeko held a silver Western-style sword in her hand. As a genius who had practiced kendo since childhood, she immediately felt the extraordinary nature of the sword.
It was unimaginably sharp, incomparable even to the famous blades crafted by renowned smiths of old, and it clearly contained a mysterious power.
Not only Busujima Saeko but also her classmates could feel it.
With such a legendary weapon in their hands, all fear evaporated. Now, they wanted nothing more than to wield the sword like the protagonists of movies and anime.
This was just a standard knight's sword made by the blacksmiths of the Western Knights. It used iron ore with a very low silver content and was used by trainee knights. It had only a weak ability to "dispel demons."
But in this demon-free world, anything from Teyvat would seem like a legendary artifact.
The students gripped their 'silver swords' and rushed after Captain Jean toward the stairs.
The previous screams had attracted many wandering undead, and the divine light had only cleared away those that had reached the rooftop.
The 'stigma' formed by the 'Eye of God' on Jean's back glowed softly, and the 'Sky Blade' in her hand responded to her call with a voice full of reverence.
"God of Wind, please guide us—"
The cyan wind element instantly wrapped around her body, then dispersed into rays of cyan light, falling upon everyone behind her.
Each student emitted a faint glow, feeling the protection of the "wind." Any attack against them would be deflected by this "protection."
Even if an attack broke through the 'protection,' their wounds would instantly heal, and their attacks would be enhanced with elemental power as they swung their swords.
"Wow! Is Captain Jean some kind of paladin?!"
"Amazing!"
"We don't need to fear the undead anymore!"
"Let's do this together!"
Busujima Saeko took the lead, charging excitedly at the undead in the corridor, easily cutting off their heads with her sword.
Splatter!
Under the blessing of the 'wind,' her stamina instantly replenished. The sword cut through the undead as if it were made of butter, and she did not even need to dodge their attacks.
"Hehehe..."
The thrill of combat and the sight of red splatter made Busujima Saeko excited to her core.
Seeing how fierce Busujima Saeko was, the other students joined the fray, picking off any undead she missed.
Although these undead were their classmates only a few hours ago, now they were monsters. Killing them was an act of mercy.
In just a few minutes, all the undead on the first floor of the school building had been cleared out.
The surviving students, after receiving Jean's blessing and information, became her fanatical followers. The miracles they had witnessed, Jean's appearance, and her magical powers had shattered their previous understanding of reality. If this wasn't real, what was?
Saya Takagi, continuously hacking at undead in a classroom, called out to the students hiding in cabinets and watching with wide eyes, "All survivors, gather here!"
As she spoke, she chopped off the head of an undead.
Rei Miyamoto recognized the fallen undead. "Wait, is that... Komuro Takashi and Igou Hisashi?"
Saya Takagi nodded. "Your friends? But they've turned into undead now. Killing them is the only way to save them."
Rei Miyamoto shook her head. "Not really friends—just neighbors from when I was a kid."
She then turned to the trembling students who had emerged from hiding. "Come on, let's go. We need to save more people."
The rescued students scrambled to follow.
"We'll follow, yes!"
"Thank you! We will definitely stick with you!"
After clearing each classroom of undead, the students blessed by the 'wind' gathered survivors, bringing them to Captain Jean. They received the 'Message,' 'Wind Blessing,' and a silver sword from her.
They, too, joined in the rescue efforts, their devotion to Jean no less than the first group's.
The snowball kept growing.
In less than twenty minutes, the entire school building had been purged of undead, and the number of survivors had increased to over one hundred.
With fire burning in their eyes, the students followed Captain Jean out of the building, shouting as they charged towards the undead that had gathered outside, attracted by the noise.
"Come on!"
"Kill them!"
"Let's free them!"
"Bring them peace!"
Instead of fear, killing the undead excited them. Holding their 'holy swords' and under the 'wind's blessing,' they were unafraid of the splatter from the undead.
The students' shouts attracted more undead from all over the school, drawing them away from other survivors still hiding inside.
As the largest high school in the city, Fujimi Academy had over a thousand students. At this point, more than seventy percent had turned into undead, and there would be more infected among the survivors.
Thanks to Jean's intervention and the courage of these "brave warriors," more than three hundred people were still alive—all thanks to the rescue efforts of students transformed into warriors.
With the undead drawn to the commotion outside, the survivors inside cautiously emerged.
And what they saw shattered their understanding of reality.
Their classmates, holding 'holy swords' and glowing with divine power, fought against the undead like heroes from stories—their bravery and strength akin to the protagonists of light novels.
"Who are they?"
"Is this... magic? Divine power? It's incredible!"
"Have they returned from another world?"
Koichi Shido, a teacher, adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming as he said, "I have no idea what's going on—maybe they had an adventure, but it looks like we're saved. Everyone, let's call for help! They'll save us!"
The students, once trembling in fear, felt emboldened by Shido's words and began to shout for help.
The shouting distracted one of the fighters, almost leading to disaster if not for the 'protection' they had. Rei Miyamoto noticed Shido on the roof of another building, her expression instantly darkening with disgust.
"Shido Koichi... that bastard."
Rei remembered how Shido's father had targeted her family because her father, a police officer, was investigating his corruption. It led to her being held back a year and alienated by her peers. She hated him with every fiber of her being.
But then her expression softened into one of satisfaction.
"People like him must be judged as evil. Captain Jean will deal with them."
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