My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 270

Kisha took one last sweeping glance over the square, her eyes instinctively searching for the one figure who exuded an aura of authority and strength, standing tall and commanding like a king. When she finally spotted him, their gazes met—her deep, inquisitive eyes locking with his intense ocean-blue stare.

For a moment, they stared at each other, a silent exchange passing between them without the need for words. After a few minutes, Kisha turned away with a broad smile, while Duke resumed his rounds, meticulously observing the recruits to ensure they were either meeting or exceeding the demands of the training.

No one noticed their silent exchange, as everyone was engrossed in their own tasks. Kisha and Aston proceeded to the temporary office of the "Minister of Women’s Care," located within the "House and Allocation Management Office," commonly known as HAMO.

When Aston and Kisha arrived at the office, Mrs. Winters was already hard at work, directing women and older men as they rearranged the space. They sorted through items, deciding what would be useful and what should be stored away.

Mrs. Winters was busy organizing tasks for the women and elders, carefully listing the work to be done. Kisha and Aston arrived just as she was finalizing her plans.

"Mrs. Winters, do you have a moment?" Aston greeted her with a brief nod before getting straight to the point, mindful of their tight schedules and the need to avoid small talk.

"Oh, hello! Yes, how can I assist you?" Mrs. Winters greeted them with a warm smile. She guided Aston and Kisha to a quieter corner of the office, where she offered them seats and poured them some water.

"We came to inquire if any of the women under your care might be able to assist with making uniforms for our new recruits," Aston explained. "We’ve just successfully enlisted 1,000 warriors, but we currently don’t have enough uniforms for them. Additionally, it would be ideal if someone could help redesign the uniforms so that they are distinct from government-issued ones.

We’re hoping to incorporate our own insignia to give our warriors a unique and recognizable appearance."

"You’ve read my mind!" Kisha exclaimed, almost in surprise. She had been thinking about adding an insignia to represent their base, to distinguish their uniforms from those of the country’s soldiers.

She wanted to avoid giving the impression that their base was a government entity, as this could lead to survivors outside expecting to be protected and provided for, which would be quite a hassle to manage.

"That’s a fantastic idea!" Mrs. Winters exclaimed, her eyes brightening with enthusiasm. She quickly stood up and moved towards the bustling group of women and elderly, eager to start organizing the new tasks. While Mrs. Winters coordinated with them, Aston and Kisha remained seated for a moment. Kisha, meanwhile, was deep in thought.

With the manpower now available for making the uniforms, her focus shifted to sourcing the necessary materials.

She glanced at Aston, who was furrowing his brow as he also considered the problem. When he turned to look at Kisha, he found her already gazing back at him.

Before Aston could speak, Kisha jumped in with her plan. "If I remember correctly, City B has a large textile manufacturing company nearby.

If we can secure fabrics from their warehouse, we’ll have enough material for the uniforms and still have some left for making other clothes." Kisha was already considering multiple aspects of their needs for the future and strategizing a more comprehensive plan.