(Yuriko's POV)
Yuriko Takagi propped her head on her elbow and absentmindedly gazed at the houses flashing past the window. Strands of her light purple hair swayed in the breeze.??
Right now, she was patrolling the area to find more survivors.
Her purple eyes held composure. Yet, worry could be seen dwelling deep inside them—the worry for her sole daughter was eating her from inside.
Yet, she could do nothing.
The police blocked the bridges to the other side. Even her fortune surpassing billions had no use. Her, or, rather Takagi house's subordinates were busy creating a shelter for survivors.
She pointed her finger at the undead and activated the incomprehensible ability she learned yesterday. A strange sensation surged through her body, moving toward her arm, and concentrated, lighting up her fingertips—it transford into fist-sized stone spikes.
She rely willed and the spikes shot forward, hitting, and blowing the heads of three undead.
This ability was the reason she ca for patrols. Of the 139 survivors, only 10 had awakened so kind of supernatural ability. However, her earth elent was stronger than the rest.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
The sounds of gunshots ca from her left—the street closed with a steel wire trap.
Did soone get stuck in the trap?
If that was the case, she had to save them. She turned toward the driver, who looked at her in return.
"Miss?"
"Go! Fast!"
The driver rotated the steering wheel and took a sharp turn. Her heart sped up as the undead kept dying under the truck.
What is this feeling? Is sothing good about to happen? Or is it… bad?
She took a deep breath and concentrated—her eyes widened at the man standing alone in the street wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts like he ca here on vacation.
Problem child.
That was her first impression of the handso man waving his hands with a smile. She ignored him and narrowed her gaze at the Humvee behind him—it seed to be in working condition.
Is he from the military? A soldier?
Her impression of him beca a bit better. After all, at this ti, everyone prized fighting prowess over every other thing and soone who could shoot and survive would always be welco in her group.
"Stop."
"Understood."
*Screeeeech!*
The truck drifted, turning 90 degrees, it ca to a stop.
Yuriko kicked the door and landed before the man. Her violet dress failed to hide her ravishing cleavage, which she couldn't care less about. She noticed the youth with tanned skin examining her body—a thing she was more or less used to.
"Are you alright?" she questioned before berating herself for asking such a silly question.
He couldn't be any better.
The brown-haired youth's grinning lips parted. "Yeah. Wait a minute."
Saying that he turned around. She also followed his gaze and froze. A pink-haired girl approached in a hurry — she knew her well.
"Saya!"
She waited no longer and sprinted toward her daughter.
"Mama!"
Saya vaulted over the wire easily, baffling her until her daughter crashed into her.
"Umm," she bit her lips, stopping the painful groan, and squeezing her daughter into her embrace.
Her throat tightened along with her chest. She barely squeezed out a word.
"Saya."
Saya looked up and smiled despite the tears staining her cheeks.
"Mama, I'm back!"
Her lips ford a warm smile as she pulled her daughter in her arms, feeling her body against hers with her eyes shut.
At this mont, Yuriko wasn't the genius stockbroker of Wall Street, nor was she the head of Takagi Clan. Here and now she was a woman, a mother glad to be reunited with her daughter.
When she ca to herself, she noticed many girls surrounding the youth, all wearing warm smiles. From the way they all gathered around him, she could tell that their relationship wasn't simple.
She squeezed out a grateful smile for them. "Thanks for looking after my daughter."
Saya must have made it with their help.
"No worries." the youth grinned and pointed at Saya. "I was just fulfilling my duty as her boyfriend."
Yuriko's eyes grew colder. For a mont, his face overlapped with her forr husband's. She took a deep breath and cald down.
I shouldn't jump to conclusions. Saya can look after herself.
"Please co to Takagi mansion with us."
"Sure."
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