Kyouya is still busy feeling sorry for poor little May, when it suddenly hits him—there are over thirty corpses inside the building, all under Momomiya Tsubakiri’s control. And right on cue, May’s mom springs to life and grabs Ichinose Shiki from behind, choking him like she’s auditioning for a horror movie.
Kyouya notices and rushes to help, but before he can even throw a punch, three other Oni zombies grab him from behind and pin him down like overenthusiastic wrestling fans. Meanwhile, the nurses, who thought their hardest job was folding sheets, are carrying corpses to the disposal unit—when those very corpses suddenly wake up and attack. Moments later, a massive horde of Oni zombies bursts into the patient ward, going straight for the helpless patients. The nurses fight back bravely, proving they’re more than just “background healers.”
Back in the other room, May cries her little heart out, begging her mom to let go of Shiki. But Shiki knows—this isn’t May’s mom anymore, it’s a zombie auditioning for “Worst Parent of the Year.” Kyouya struggles to break free, but those three zombies just won’t quit.
As Shiki starts losing air, he remembers something: the sleek handgun Mudano Naito gave him back on the boat. Back then, Shiki wasn’t thinking about self-defense—he was just geeking out over finally owning a real gun instead of one of those toy replicas. But this wasn’t just any gun—it was loaded with blood-infused bullets, forged from Shiki’s own blood. Naito had warned him: “Don’t waste them. Save them for when it really counts.” Well, if being strangled by your best friend’s undead mom doesn’t count, nothing does.
Shiki hugs May to block her view, takes a deep breath, and shoots her mom in the head. The shot lands, and for the first time that night, Shiki feels a wave of relief wash over him.
Meanwhile, Kyouya is still pinned down, grunting under a pile of Oni zombies. But Shiki, feeling like a one-man action movie, pulls the trigger three more times and blasts all three in the head. Kyouya pushes the bodies off himself and looks at Shiki with a mix of respect and “wow, kid, you’re scarier than me.”
The two help each other back to their feet. Kyouya tells Shiki he’ll take care of evacuating the patients while Shiki handles the main hall full of Oni zombies. No pressure, kid.
Meanwhile, things look grim in the patient ward—zombies are seconds away from turning everyone into an all-you-can-eat buffet. That is, until Yaoroshi Ikari suddenly bursts in, fists flying, knocking zombies out with punches so hard you’d think he mistook their heads for punching bags. The other students quickly jump into the fight, defending themselves like true Oni-in-training.
But just as they’re starting to push back, they realize something chilling: these zombies aren’t just random corpses. Something strange—something much worse—is going on.
No matter how many times the students struck the zombies, the creatures simply refused to stay down. Kougasaki Jin looked worried, clearly wondering what to do next. That’s when Ichinose Shiki suddenly shouted out, telling everyone that the only way to defeat the zombies was with a headshot. Any other strike was basically just a free massage for them.
Hearing this, Jin quickly activated his Eclipse Technique, launching three blood shurikens directly into zombie skulls. Just as Shiki said, they dropped instantly, out cold for good. The others saw this and finally understood the “zombie rulebook”—aim for the head, or don’t bother.
With that settled, Oiranzaka Kyouya ordered the support unit to focus on evacuating patients and preventing more casualties. Meanwhile, Shiki kept firing his handgun, mowing down zombies like he was in an arcade shooter, though each pull of the trigger left him disgusted. Killing corpses that used to be people? Not exactly the dream job.
Some students announced they’d go help with the evacuation, but Yaoroshi Ikari snapped at them, saying, “Don’t announce it—just do it!” The group got the hint and sprinted off while Ikari held his ground like the tank he was born to be.
Shiki, however, started to feel uneasy. Every zombie he shot had once been someone important to somebody. Innocent lives, stolen and corrupted. Yet here he was, putting bullets in their skulls while the real enemy—the Mama—was still out there. His blood boiled with frustration.
Kyouya ordered the remaining nurses to get all patients to safety while Shiki and the others held the undead back.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the battlefield, Mudano Naito faced off against Momomiya Tsubakiri. Naito charged first, but Tsubakiri casually shoved three Oni zombies in front of him as meat shields. Naito stayed calm until Tsubakiri’s creepy pet suddenly lunged out of nowhere. Naito narrowly dodged, and in the chaos, the three zombies were struck down, their blood splattering against the wall.
Tsubakiri smirked and teased him, “You should be happy. I’m saving you the trouble—see, the zombies are dying already.”
Unamused, Naito told the others to retreat to the evacuation point while he handled Tsubakiri himself. But of course, Tsubakiri wasn’t going to let them just walk out. He called forward Momokusa Yomogi, who used her black bacteria to form a cage, trapping Naito and the others inside. The walls pulsed with a sickly energy—no one could escape unless Yomogi allowed it.
Naito asked what they were trying to accomplish. Tsubakiri smugly explained that as long as he had them trapped, they could stay hidden forever. Then he dropped the real bombshell—literally. He revealed he had planted transmitters on every corpse he left behind. By following those signals, he discovered the agency’s hideout beneath Ora.
Naito’s calm expression finally cracked. Tsubakiri grinned, snapped his fingers, and signaled Yomogi. She let the Ugly—a grotesque creature—slither through the barrier. The Oni agents stayed on guard, uncertain of what was about to happen.
Then the monster began to swell, glowing ominously. Naito’s instincts screamed danger. “Everyone, down!” he shouted.
The creature exploded, the blast ripping through a 100-meter radius with terrifying force. Tsubakiri watched from afar, sighing in disappointment. “Hmph. Not nearly violent enough. I’ll work on it next time.” Yomogi suggested they check for survivors, but Tsubakiri dismissed the idea, muttering something about not wanting to dirty his freshly washed uniform with blood. Priorities, right?
Moments later, Kiriyama Rokuro was seen lying on the ground, body scorched and battered, but still alive.
Back at headquarters, Shiki shot the last zombie in the head and finally exhaled in relief. It was over—at least for now. Kyouya announced that the patients had been safely moved to the main hall, and he thanked everyone for their efforts.
But the victory felt hollow. Little May stood frozen, staring at her parents’ lifeless bodies—bullet holes in their heads. Kyouya’s heart sank as he walked over and gently told her he was sorry she had to endure that.
Shiki also stepped forward, guilt weighing heavily on him. He admitted he was the one who shot her mother. He recalled the moment and felt the shame crawl back into his chest. But to his surprise, May looked at him with teary eyes and said it was okay.
She explained that she had always lived in hiding, never having a normal childhood. She had never even gone to school. Compared to that, maybe this tragedy wasn’t so different from the life she already knew.
Because of everything she’s endured, May isn’t even shocked. She always thought this day would come—she just didn’t know when. Instead of breaking down, she even smiles at Shiki, telling him not to worry.
Hearing this makes Shiki shudder in disbelief. Did she really just say “it’s okay”? Her parents were killed right in front of her, and she’s smiling? That’s not okay. That’s the definition of not okay.
Shiki clenches his fists, memories of his own childhood flashing back. Back then, he admired superheroes. To him, the Momoro were supposed to be the protectors—the “Justice League” of their world. But now? They take innocent lives just because of their bloodline. Some superheroes. More like supervillains with better branding.
Overwhelmed, Shiki hugs May tightly and declares that if the so-called heroes are this twisted, then he’ll become the villain. Why? So he can destroy those “heroes” and build a world where people like May can actually smile again. Everyone else just stands there in silence, watching this very dramatic yet oddly heartwarming declaration. May’s eyes tremble with emotion as she stays in his arms.
Later, Kougasaki Jin and Oiranzaka Kyouya return from the agency through the underground tunnel. Kyouya suggests they gather the bodies of their fallen comrades, saying he’ll guide Jin to the cremation site so they can start transporting them. Back at the agency, the others are left to handle the corpses, and Yaoroshi Ikari is not happy about it. He mutters complaints about Kyouya dumping all the grunt work on them.
That’s when Ikari spots Yusurube Juuji just standing there, apparently doing nothing. Frustrated, he yells at him to quit slacking off. Juuji calmly replies that he’s not slacking—this place was just attacked, which means it’s not safe yet. Someone has to stay on guard. And since his ability is built for scouting, he might as well put it to good use.
Juuji bites his thumb, drawing blood, then lets the drops fall to the ground. Suddenly, a massive radar-like seal of blood spreads across the floor. This is his Blood Eclipse: Release Technique. Ikari stares in shock—he’s never seen anything like it.
Juuji explains that his blood can detect any living being within a 5 km radius, and it can even differentiate whether they’re Oni or Mama. The radar hums to life, scanning the surroundings. At first, nothing. Then Juuji frowns, pointing out the radar’s sensitivity is low, meaning he can’t pinpoint targets perfectly. But then—beep. The radar picks up something. Juuji’s eyes widen. Whatever it is, it’s bad news.
Meanwhile, in the Mizumoto region, Momomiya Tsubakiri and Momokusa Yomogi have already tracked down the secret tunnel. They’ve even taken out the kind old lady guarding it (RIP sweet grandma defense squad). Tsubakiri makes a call to his assistant, ordering him to send multiple Ugly units to the coordinates, including the special Ugly he’s been saving for an important occasion. Before hanging up, he also requests the file on high-risk Oni—just for reference.
As he ends the call, Tsubakiri mutters that if Naito has already appeared, then something big is happening. Yomogi gestures toward the tunnel, suggesting they throw in poison gas before charging in. Tsubakiri pauses, considers it, then suddenly changes his mind. “No,” he says. “I’ll enter the tunnel myself.”
Before they go in, he tells Yomogi that if they encounter any Oni, they must first ask their names. Confused, she asks why. Tsubakiri explains that if they find someone named Ichinose Shiki, he wants him captured alive—not killed.
“What’s so special about him?” Yomogi presses.
Tsubakiri smiles thinly. “Because Shiki is different from the rest. Very different. And that makes him… valuable. I want him brought back to the lab.”
With that chilling statement, the two of them step into the tunnel, ready to wipe out the Oni race once and for all.
