Stigmata of Survival [ High School of the Dead / Resident Evil /

The flight from Tokyo to New York took more than 13 hours. Ichiro was glad he had purchased first class tickets.

- Haaah! - the blond yawned, stretching his whole body.

The blond's body was numb despite the fact that Ichiro's seat was extremely luxurious. The blond believed that it was the hum of the engine that Ichiro heard and could not ignore.

"Excellent," Ichiro said, his eyes catching on his next target. "Three more hours of flying... and Raccoon City will be there to greet me."

The young king of the entire Japanese underworld spoke English perfectly. After all, if you wanted to do business with the other rulers of the underground, as well as with representatives of other countries... You had to know at least English. And that's not to mention that in some cases you had to use other languages. For example, in China, English was of little help... For this reason, Ichiro had to learn Chinese as well.

"Flight RX409 New York – Raccoon City has begun the check-in process at counters 5, 9," a pleasant female voice sounded.

Ichiro's gaze found the signs, which soon led him to counter 5, where a line had already formed.

- Mom, yes, I arrived.

— I'm standing in line.

— Say hello to your uncle!

The passengers were being checked in at such a leisurely pace. Ichiro would complain at such moments that online check-in had not yet been introduced in this world. In the blond's opinion, such an innovation greatly improves the experience of being at the airport.

In a tight dancing ribbon of time, where every momentary note sounds its own unique chord, he found himself lost, like a drop in an ocean of expectation. Inside the universe, shrouded in the noise of voices and the rustle of unfinished stories, the blond stood in line - one of those magical portals that lead to a cherished place.

The people around were like characters in a book, each with their own fate, each with their own emotions. Their glances slid over their faces like letters on pages, revealing the mysteries of invisible chapters. Pain and joy, impatience and calm – all these emotions were intertwined in a colorful pattern of human drama.

Time flowed like a river, a continuous stream of events in which each second seemed an eternity. Waiting was like a painting, reflecting all the shades of human nature. Patiently looking at the hands of the clock, he took small steps forward, like a virtuoso dancer following the rhythm of a melody.

And finally, the moment that everyone in the line was waiting for approached. The treasured gates opened, and Ichiro crossed the threshold of expectation. All those hours, minutes and seconds that he spent in the line turned out to be like stars on the celestial map of his path.

"Good afternoon," Ichiro said, looking into the eyes of the girl who was on the other side of the registration desk.

The young woman, seeing a handsome young man with a friendly smile, did not change her expression. During such a busy working day she had seen enough handsome young guys with such a friendly smile on their faces.

"Passport and ticket," said the woman.

Ichiro only smiled in response to the seemingly icy words. The blond understood that the reason for such a cold attitude was not dislike for him, but dislike for the work she was forced to do.

"Here," Ichiro took out a ticket and passport.

The Japanese passport is a magnificent key to the world, opening up many amazing and exciting opportunities for its owner. It is like a magical scroll, intertwined with cultural treasures and geographical expanses.

After all, Japan has one of the most powerful passports in the world, with a high border clearance rating. Japanese passport holders can travel almost anywhere in the world without the need for visas for many countries, making travel more accessible and convenient.

The girl picked up the Japanese citizen's passport and looked at the owner of the document with some interest. Ichiro Masuda, as it was written on the document, did not look like a representative of the island.

"I'm a half-breed," Ichiro said, seeing the girl's eyes.

The blond perfectly understood what was going on in the girl's head, as her eyes betrayed this silent question: "And how is this?"

"Ah, I see," said the girl, and after checking all the data on her computer, she nodded and printed out the boarding pass. "Luggage?"

Ichiro silently lifted his suitcase, which weighed 15 kg. The blond could not do without luggage, since the permissible limits for carry-on luggage are about 12 or 13 kg. Although the documentation said that more than 10 kg is already overload, but thanks to the human factor, it is quite easy to carry about 12 kg in carry-on luggage.

"I can't do without luggage," said the blond, looking at the numbers in front of his eyes, which showed 14.8 kg.

"I see," the girl nodded, taking out some sticky tape with the airline logo.

After which Ichiro's luggage received a distinctive feature in the form of a sticky tape next to the handle. Once the luggage moved further down the belt, Ichiro received a boarding pass.

And this time Ichiro chose first class for himself, since he didn't particularly want to hear such annoying details as children during the flight.

The blond studied his boarding pass, or to be more precise, his gaze was directed at the information about the end time of boarding. After which he raised his eyes to the clock, which was located above the board.

"Hmm, I think we can eat," Ichiro said.

Despite the fact that he had already eaten during the flight... The blond was still hungry. The blond's body was still an order of magnitude more gluttonous than ordinary people.

- What should I choose?

-= Raccoon City =-

The flight from New York to Raccoon City went without any problems or complications. And thanks to the fact that the blond was served by incredibly professional flight attendants, this flight could be called very pleasant.

Raccoon City Airport was located outside the city, and for this reason, taxi drivers walked around the airport like hunters looking for sweet prey.

"Huh, the last side quest before the main quest begins? Or can it be called a continuation of the main quest?" Ichiro said.

The blond man was looking at the familiar taxi drivers who were calling out to those leaving the airport. Ichiro didn't have to worry about that, since his relatives were supposed to be waiting for him at the airport.