Vlad Love (ぶらどらぶ)

This remote tropical island is known only to a select few

and completely unknown to those unfamiliar with it.

The last paradise on earth, not found on any map.

Unbaba Island.

This heavenly sight would excite anyone, not just men.

Unbaba Island is the site of the Blood Donation Club's training camp.

The midsummer sun, blue seas, white beaches,

and beautiful young women clad in swimwear essential to any summer seaside.

Though there are some oddballs present, too.

And some we could've done without.

And creepy ones.

However, either way, the Blood Donation Club has this marvelous beach all to itself.

Our path to this intoxicating world started with a certain website...

School Infirmary

Blood Donation Club (Temp)

A training camp?

Yes, ma'am.

A Blood Donation Club's training camp?

Are you going to train with syringes?

You need government certification to use these.

Find the vein beneath the skin, take aim, and plunge it in.

Stimpak!

Rather, gently slide the needle in.

Words can't describe that moment of bliss.

Did you think a bunch of high school students would get to do that, you fools?

That's not what I had in mind.

Doctor, a club training camp...

Takes place on a summer beach in Okinawa.

Club members dress in swimwear...

...and enjoy good clean fun with the opposite sex.

I'll kick you brutes out of the club!

Again, that's not what I had in mind.

Once night falls...

We'll party and drink beer.

And have fun horsing around.

Not that.

We'll enjoy discussing our youth.

And deepen our friendship through cheerful club activities.

In other words, you want to go on a trip and cut loose.

Exactly.

Fools!

We don't have the budget for that.

We were just barely able to establish a night school.

Not only that, but the school hasn't given a single cent

to this educationally useless Blood Donation Club.

You're not listening!

Tours

CTC The Chimidoro travel company that supports your travels

Currently Running Campaign

Recommendations

Well, if it isn't a travel agency website.

I've been trying to tell you that Kaoru found us a good deal.

Now's your chance, miss.

Click.

Tropical Deserted Island

A tropical dessert island?

"Deserted" island, you idiot.

Can't you read?

Paradise by the Sea

Paradise by the See?

Wrong "sea."

Could you stop making jokes that don't make sense without onscreen text?

Life

Wash away your life's troubles.

The whole thing, all at once.

One week on an unmapped desert island.

All meals are covered at a rate of 10,000 yen per person.

First come, first served. Limited to first 12 customers.

Campaign running now.

That's cheap. Or rather, super cheap. No, insanely cheap.

Right?

I'm definitely going.

I'm going.

I'd be willing to visit a tropical island.

I'll be coming along for the Cinema Club's first overseas on-location shoot.

Men and women camping together on a tropical island is a potential minefield.

I'll keep close watch over everyone.

Tongue

The only thing to do is go.

You're coming, too?

Monsters can't come.

Don't discriminate.

Shut up, all of you.

It goes without saying that the club advisor

is required to participate in any training camps.

I'll have to join you, as well.

Yeah!

And that's how we wasted no time planning our training camp.

Perhaps we should've noticed at this point that there was reason it was so cheap,

and that Heaven and Hell were just one step away from each other.

Since it was such a cheap package, I wasn't expecting a direct flight...

But we've been traveling in reverse in the hold of a less than 50-ton converted fishing vessel.

It takes three days and two nights to get there.

Which means it'll also take three days and two nights to get back.

Then our stay on the island will only two days and one night.

The only thing to do is puke.

However, once we arrived, it was undoubtedly a blissful paradise.

Nice. Very nice.

I'm impressed by this 4K 240FPS HS camera.

Mai, we're heading back.

No matter how well we protect you from UV rays, they're still not good for you.

Okay.

I'm going for another swim.

Leaving the Okinawan fisherman's daughter Nami behind,

we headed back to our lodgings.

We had no idea that this would lead to that tragedy later.

Fishman

However, there wasn't a shred of fantasy or hope to be found at our lodgings

that dragged us back to reality.

Welcome.

Please make yourselves at home.

Um, what about the crowds of beautiful women you advertised?

That's next month's campaign.

Which means...

This inn...

Indeed. I barely manage to run this place myself.

There's a long sad history.

Okay, okay. Spare us the history lesson.

It's almost refreshing to be this disappointed.

Right, guys?

How is this refreshing?

Who's going to take responsibility for this?

You guys were so excited earlier.

I knew it sounded too good to be true.

It only cost 10,000 yen. Just give it up.

No way. I paid an entire 10,000 yen for this.

In this day and age, living without a shower, refrigerator, or TV is a valuable experience.

Are you crying?

Now that I get a closer look, this place does have a certain rare charm to it.

Exactly. As long as we're here, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest extent.

By the way, you minors will be drinking Pepchi and castor oil.

We follow the broadcast code on this show.

Self-censored

Anyway, why are we the only guests here when you've got that marvelous beach?

There's a lot of reasons for that.

Anyway, I'll let you know once dinner is ready.

My tongue!

Charging

Anyway...

Nami's still not here.

I doubt Nami of all people drowned.

We didn't see anyone on the beach.

But we did find this.

She went skinny dipping in the sea at night?

It's the sea at night that makes skinny dipping possible.

So bold.

Let's go look for her.

It's obvious what your ulterior motive is!

This might be a serious situation.

She may be a fisherman's daughter,

but it's hard to imagine Nami would do something so dangerous.

Did a shark get her?

Jaws? No, Jason?

Could it be?!

Please don't suddenly show up like that!

I hate to think that's what happened, but...

Ma'am, is there something on that beach?

He shows up once every decade during hot summers.

It could be him.

Could it be?

The Predator.

Stop making jokes that will get us in trouble.

It happened about 500 years ago.

In an impoverished fishing village on the island,

there was an astonishingly beautiful girl.

She refused to listen to any of the numerous marriage proposals made to her.

Day after day, she dove into the sea to support her family.

And one day, at the bottom of the sea...

...something grabbed her!

Grabbed her? She was eaten?

Grabbed...

...her heart! Falling in love!

He was a strapping young man, but he was neither a villager nor a fisherman.

Not only that, but...

...he wasn't even human!

Could we stop with the sudden close-ups?

Ma'am, please continue.

They spent what little time they had together while the girl's breath lasted,

but alas, she was only human.

On top of that, the seaweed wrapped around them blocked the young man from view.

Overcome with grief, the girl said the following.

"Meet me on the beach at night. I want to get a good look at you."

"Won't you please come see me?"

The creature that came to meet the girl waiting on the deserted beach

was horrifying in appearance.

He Was a Fishman

Since then, on hot summer nights,