Consideration

"Moou~, Michael's a good boy, do what you want Busujima-chan, I'm sure he'd be happy with you." Shizuka says while gripping the swordswoman's breasts from behind playfully. Utterly destroying any tension that'd been building up.

Saeko's scrubbing pauses, "Do you think so?" she asks, uncaring of the woman's molestation.

Shizuka nods earnestly, "Of course. You're good looking, strong, independent, kind... What man wouldn't?" she offers.

Saya observes all of this and shakes her head, "Can we honestly talk about his presence and what it means then? He comes out of nowhere in armoured robes, wields a sword and magic, and is apparently leaving in a week..."

"What do you think then, I say he's just a monk who lived in the mountains... They're said to have magic abilities, right?" Rei offers, but Saya just shakes her head.

"Haven't you noticed the way he talks about this world and what's happening? It's like he's completely disassociated from it. If it weren't for the fact he spoke good Japanese, I'd say he's from another world entirely!" Saya explains.

"So, what, he's from a reverse-isekai manga world or something?"

"Oh, doesn't that mean Busujima's chances are bad?" Shizuka mutters aloud, asking the real questions...

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"We'll ask him once he's done cleaning up... He'll probably stay with us here, even for someone like him, it's better to sleep inside than out." Saya says, sinking up to her neck in the bath's water, letting her worries seep into it for now... She could think about everything later...

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Michael soon cleared up any zombies around the apartment, their dismembered corpses already started to get picked clean by any birds and animals around... This world was very lucky that the virus didn't extend past humanity... Zombie flies and mosquitoes would be the Coupe de Grace to humanity's hope for survival...

He wipes his ebony sword down on a corpse and deposits it into his inventory as he makes his way up to the apartment. Once inside, he finds Takashi and Kohta sitting on the living room floor with a pile of weapons and ammunition in front of them.

"A-ah, Tahlin-san! Look what we've found!" Kohta grins with a mad gleam in his eye as he gestures erratically down at the weapons.

Michael walks over to examine them while nodding in head, "Nice. To be honest, I've never actually seen a gun before." he says, and no, the muskets in Halkeginia don't count.

Kohta hugs one of the rifles as if it were a body pillow, "Oouh, we're really going to have some fun now!"

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Takashi shrugs at his friend's obsession and takes a gun of his own, quickly realising he didn't have a clue on how to use it, "Er, Kohta, could you show me how these work?"

The boy nods, but finds his eyes drawn to Michael who'd summoned a strange tome into his hands. He opens it and separates half of the pile before shoving the guns into it, much to Kohta's dismay. "W-what are you doing!?"

"It's half right? That's what we agreed on." he affirms, tossing an already loaded pistol into the book.

"N-no, t-this isn't fair!"

"What's not fair is the zombie apocalypse happening outside, I'm being fair enough by not stealing the lot. Might makes right, and I'd consider myself 'mightier' than all of you." he says, not minding how egotistical he just sounded.

Both teens look as if they'd swallowed lemons but can't do anything to argue against it. Michael had gotten them here safely, and they had indeed made such an agreement, even if Takashi only meant the locations that Michael personally went to. As opposed to a safe house owned by Shizuka.

After storing half of the goods, Michael heads to the kitchen and prepares himself some instant noodles. With how much his parents had been absent, these things had basically become a staple for him... He hadn't even realised how much he'd missed them until he looted some from a supermarket. Food in Halkeginia and Tamriel wasn't really up to par with the modern stuff, and it only got close if you went to expensive restaurants meant for the rich... Those were far too snobby for him and the girls to spend their time in however.

Soon enough, the girls exit the bathroom with a cloud of steam, each wearing Shizuka or Rika's spare clothes. All but Shizuka looking decidedly surprsid at the weapons laid out on the floor, "Oh, so you weren't lying about your friend? Marikawa-sensei?" Rei says.

Shizuka pouts, "Of course no, I'm no tattle-tale!"

Saya huffs, "Then what about those things?" she points at the woman's breasts, "You said there were J cups!"

"J CUPS!?" Takashi and Kohta goggles, unable to pull their eyes away. Michael was only saved from his time with Tiffania, his short stack's height making her breasts look far bigger in proportion than even Shizuka...

"But they are...?"

"Lies! They look way bigger!"

"T-thank you...? My bras have felt tighter lately...?" the nurse mutters, shifting her bra which causes her boobs to bounce in front of the three boys.

Rei coughs into her fist and pulls her angry glare from Takashi, "Are things outside fine?"

Michael nods, "Should be, unless the zombies develop the ability to fly, teleport, throw each other, bring down buildings... You know, the usual."

"The usual!?" a few people parrot, horrified by the thought.

"I-is that a possibility?" Takashi asks, looking justifiably fearful. The zombies right now could only stumble, crawl, and barely make it up some stairs... If they suddenly became able to run, jump, or even fly, the world would be fucked for sure.

Michael shrugs, "As I said, I'm no god. I'm just aware of other 'worlds' in similar, yet more dire situations. We'll have to wait and see if the zombies are going to start mutating or something." after all, if this was a 'Left 4 Dead' scenario then this world was on the 'painal' side of the scale of getting fucked.

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