DaisukiDayoSenpai

Bronze WINNER of WPC#322: Male Lead: Zombie Invasion

Takemi Kazuichi might very well be the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. He was an orphan, and he was severely bullied in school. Because of that, he became a hikikomori, a shut-in. When he turned sixteen, he was adopted by a rich couple who loved him as if he was their own son. Unfortunately, they died in a plane crash, and Kazuichi never overcame his bad habits of being a shut-in, largely because of his preying relatives.

Fast forward to four years later, Takemi Kazuichi still stayed in the house left by his late parents. He never bothered going to work or going out to socialize with people. For the lack of a better term, he was a rich hikikomori. He never even bothered to check the news or log in on any social media. All he did was live his life in solitude, devoid of any human interaction.

One day, as he came out of the shower, he heard a strange thumping sound by the doorway. "That's weird, I didn't order any delivery today." He told himself before absent-mindedly opening the door.

And what stared back didn't resemble a human at all. It was a zombie— or so that's what the first thing that came into Kazuichi's mind. Unbeknownst to him, the world had drastically changed, and he was the last one to know.

Shut-In Of The 'Dead'

With both sides about halfway through their exhaustion, Arisu did her best to blitz-attack Kazuichi, utilizing her speed to the best of her ability. The streaks of red on her skin were glowing brightly by now, and her eyes were turning dark red the more she continued the onslaught.


As for Kazuichi, he was getting the hang of his Blood Art, swiftly activating and deactivating it at will, even going as far as to control the activation on every appendage separately. Kazuichi was learning quickly, and Arisu could foresee him surpassing her in due time.


'When are we going to stop this?' Kazuichi asked himself, wondering why Arisu was so hell-bent on continuing on when he had already learned more than enough from her.


What she was currently doing was nothing more than excessive, and her expression continued to worsen as time passed.


Another Rabbit