The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape as Kazuichi and Arisu made their way to the Tokyo Stronghold. The stronghold was a mobile fortress of steel and concrete, built to withstand the apocalypse that had ravaged the world. It stood on a hill, a beacon of hope in a land of despair, but the journey to reach it was fraught with danger.
Kazuichi's muscles still throbbed from the recent battle, but that didn't impede him from carrying the unconscious woman on his shoulders. Her body was battered, her breathing shallow, but she was alive.
Arisu walked beside him, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. Well, she was also stealing glances at Kazuichi from time to time, gesturing at him not to do any funny business.
Quite frankly, she wished that it was her taking the woman's place.
