"Shit! Jiro, don't act recklessly!" Levin cursed when he saw Jiro was charging into the enemy's den already. The fisherman was way faster than him, jumping so high in the sky before landing straight into the biggest crowd here, ready to challenge all the zombies around him at the same time.
BAM!
"COME ON, YOU BASTARDS! MAKE THIS INTERESTING!" He laughed maniacally.
Right after that, he pulled the familiar metal rod from his back, using it as his sword. With a fierce cry, Jiro charged forward, swinging his fishing rod in wide arcs, using its thin thread to slice through rotting flesh and shattered bones. The undead lunged at him blindly, using everything to restrain him. Some of them even developed a sharp claw like a real zombie, scraping against his clothes. However, the fisherman was swift and precise.
