"Lalala, lalala~~~ Little Mushroom came to tread on girls, carrying a big bamboo basket on its back. The girls it tread on were big and white, white as frost upon the ground~~"
"The girls it tread on were big and many, so many they were countless as stars. The girls it tread on."
Amid the empty, silent ruins of the city, a purple-black-haired girl with short hair and large headphones covering her ears gently swayed as she hummed along to the song playing through them.
Not far away, a tall, thin man in a fitted black uniform like a trench coat quietly raised the gun in his hand at her through a gap between buildings.
Pfft! The gun never fired.
A black spider leg, sharp as a blade, pierced out through the man's chest.
His eyes flew wide open, blood splashing all over the ground around him.
Riiip!
The man was torn apart on the spot. The gun in his hand traced an arc through the air before falling into the pool of blood.
The girl paused and glanced toward the man's corpse.
"That's why, having people constantly come here to throw their lives away is annoying even when they pose no threat at all."
Her expression remained indifferent. She looked at the corpse as though it were a stinkbug dead by the roadside, then quickly stepped past it from the edge of the sidewalk.
"Hehehehe!! As expected, you are truly extraordinary!!" A burly, towering bald man slowly emerged from an alley beside the girl, his arms folded across his chest.
The bald man's muscles bulged in knots. Brown leather straps crossed over his chest in an X, hung with densely packed black throwing knives. He also carried a massive sword more than half a meter wide on his back.