I'm really not Kamen Rider

Chapter 73: Acting for a thought, acting for a wish, being a member of the masses, an ordinary person (End)

Don't fool me, don't think I have never seen a Fire Dragon Summoner. There has never been a Fire Dragon Summoner like you!

It's okay for you to bully level-up monsters like spiders without transforming, but those small fry from the Bei Group can even fight with you back and forth. All of this is understandable.

But I am from the Mei Group! I am the squid of the Mei Group! I am not some rotten fish or shrimp (Daguba: I am a rotten fish or shrimp.), as for me, you Fire Village can only let the Flame Dragon take action to defeat me!
And it can only be done by a transformed Fire Dragon.

But what about this thing in front of me? I punched it in the head, and although it was bleeding, it stood up again in the blink of an eye as if nothing had happened. It was even as if it had suddenly put on an invisible flame dragon armor, and its posture of dodging left and right was extremely agile.

Is this still a person?
It would have been fine if I had been getting more and more frightened the more we fought, but the key point was that later I swept over with a lamp post, and he bent his arms and blocked it!

Just bend your arms to block it!

He stood there motionless, his arms showed no signs of being broken, and even his expression was unusually calm.

What does this mean? It means that in his eyes, this is all very common and normal.

But is this normal for humans?
Normal shit!

Not to mention that later he pulled out a red and white sword out of thin air in full view of everyone.

Squid said I was completely stupid.

Is this a person? The Fire Dragon Summoner of this world, if he were a person, I would drink up all the water in this river right now!
The red and white sword dragged a long trail on the ground. Amid the flying sparks produced by the friction between the sword and the ground, Tiandao rushed over with the sword in his hand. The figure of the squid was reflected in his eyes burning with golden flames.

Apart from this figure, there is nothing else.

"You are not a fire dragon at all!" The squid roared: "No... you are not even a human!"

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?!"

The action of constantly spitting out ink represents its panic and helplessness, and its helplessness of not knowing what to do now. It can only repeat such attacks, over and over again, hoping to give itself the possibility of winning.

嗏

The sword stabbed left and right, sweeping away all the ink. In the eyes burning with golden flames, cold murderous intent flowed.

Although there was a flame, the temperature in his eyes was colder than the coldest ice.

"you give me…"

Before he could finish his subsequent words, the red and white sword flew out of his hand, turned into a stream of light, and pierced into the squid's belly.

The terrifying force carried the squid into the air, and then carried the squid's body and inserted it into the ground, fixing the squid in place.

"Whoa!"

Severe pain swept through his body. The squid hugged the sword with both hands and tried his best to pull the sword out.

But the figure that followed closely behind him sat astride the squid's chest, pressing the squid under him, raising his fists left and right, punching the squid in the face again and again.

Every punch that landed on the squid's face could bring horrific damage. It seemed that some strange power was added to the fist. While it enhanced the power of heaven, it also caused some restrained damage to the squid itself.

As the punch landed, a mother's cries and pleas appeared in his eyes.

As the punch landed, the baby's crying and innocent eyes appeared in his mind.

As the punch landed, a photo of a man holding his wife in his arms, with a hunched back, sitting alone in the sun, flashed in his mind.

A punch landed...

Every punch carries a certain strange conviction.

Every punch is mixed with mixed will.

With each fall, the flame in Tiandao's eyes grew three points brighter.

The squid's cheeks began to deform and it spewed out ink. Its mouthparts, which could take other people's lives, were beaten and bleeding. With each punch, the hands could feel the squid's bones breaking and the tears from its mouthparts.

"No...you...exactly..." Fists fell like a rain of fists, and the squid couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He could only say one or two words intermittently.

But as the fists continued to fall, all the voices turned silent, and all the sobs fell silent.

The struggling body gradually slowed down, and the beating heart disappeared bit by bit, completely returning to nothingness.

The squid's vitality was completely cut off under the beatings, and finally... it became a wisp of dead soul.

But even so, Tiandao's beating did not stop. With blood all over his head, he looked like an evil ghost. His actions at this moment made Rose Girl and the others stay where they were, and they dared not go up and say anything more.

"He looks... more like Gurongi than us." Mantis Girl had no idea what she was thinking about. Her body was trembling slightly, and she didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement.

"Even if the squid is in a bad condition, but... he was beaten to death by punches..." The chameleon's expression was particularly complicated, especially after seeing Tiandao who was still beating, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, which Gulang shouldn't have.

"Humph, he just defeated the squid, he can't defeat me." The piranha stiffened his neck and spoke proudly.

But despite what it said, it had no intention of leaving and still stayed there behind the Rose Girl.

“Tian Dao! Tian Dao!” At this time, another person stood up, threw himself on Tian Dao, grabbed Tian Dao’s wrist, and tried his best to stop him: “Enough! It’s dead! Tian Dao! Enough!”

His fists landed on the ground on both sides. Tiandao did not raise his hands. He lowered his head and looked at the dead and eroded face of the squid.

Tiandao's blood mixed with sweat dripped bit by bit, wetting the ground.

Boom! A flash of thunder flashed across the sky, and then... the already gloomy sky began to rain, and in an instant it turned into a rain curtain, connecting the sky and the earth together.

The bat opened its umbrella and stood beside the Rose Girl.

"Let's go." Looking at the battle that had ended, Rose Girl turned around and left without any regrets: "The winner has been decided."

"Why not now..." The chameleon made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"If you want to be killed by Daguba, you can go." After Rose said this, she was too lazy to say anything more and left.

The chameleon's expression froze for a moment, then he nodded angrily and said no more.

The sound of raindrops hitting the earth was endless. Before sinking into darkness, the Rose Girl turned around and stared at Tiandao... on his body.

But she just took a look and then chose to leave.

In the pouring rain, the dead body would not feel anything, but one was holding on to the Heavenly Dao, holding on tightly, and refusing to let go for even a moment.

"One..."

"Tiandao?" His hair stuck to his cheeks. Even though he could hardly open his eyes due to the heavy rain, he still held Tiandao's head and looked into his eyes.

"Tian Dao, do you still recognize me? You..."

“Ichitsu…” The golden flames burning in his eyes faded away, and Tiandao murmured, “Ichitsu, send me to a place.”

"Okay, where do you want to go?"

...

Kneeling in front of Kiko's black and white photo, Saya kept her head down, recalling every little detail of her and Kiko's past.

Kiko's parents kept talking to the relatives and friends who came to pay their respects, trying to keep themselves spirits up in the mournful atmosphere.

The tightly closed door blocks out the storms from the outside world, as if only in this way, Jiko will be able to return safely.

However, the closed door was still a little late.

However, a closed door is destined to be opened one day.

The creaking door pushed open to both sides, attracting everyone's attention.

His whole body was soaked by the rain, and the remaining smell of blood on his body had not yet dissipated. He stepped in, like a demon from hell, and came to this brightly lit world.

One step at a time, firm and persistent.

Saya seemed to sense something and turned back suddenly.

Jiko's parents also covered their mouths with their hands, looking incredulous.

Although the evil ghosts come, they do not bring disaster and killing, but instead bring reduced regrets to those who died unjustly and joy to the living.

Even though it had been beaten beyond recognition, the bright silver head and the familiar color immediately reminded everyone of the unidentified life form photographed in the newspaper.

Also... the murderer who killed Keiko.

Carrying the head, he walked step by step past the relatives and friends in the room, past Saya who was kneeling, past Kiko's parents, and finally, stood in front of Kiko.

The dripping rain wet the ground and rolled down my cheeks along my hair.

His obviously slumped shoulders made his figure look tall on one side and short on the other.

There were fist marks on his face, a broken mouth, and pupils that were still red and filled with blood.

What he was facing was a girl who still had a bright smile, but whose face had turned black and white, no longer had any life, and was frozen in time.

Bowing slightly, Tiandao placed the squid's head in his hand in front of her photo, then took a few steps back and bowed deeply.

For a moment, all the sounds around turned into the pain of a mother's collapse mixed with joy and sorrow, and the comfort and lament of a father who lost his daughter as he supported his wife.

And... a good friend was staring at the back in a daze, speechless for a moment.

"I brought you the one who turned your life into black and white."

"There are so many wonderful things in this colorful world, and you haven't seen them all."

"Feel sorry."

The bowed body stood up again, Tiandao straightened his back, turned around without any reluctance, faced everyone's gaze, and left slowly just as he came.

The girl with a bright smile watched Tiandao's back getting farther and farther away.

The squid, with its eyes open, watched its terrified enemy leave.

...

This is not just going with the flow, driven by the responsibility of the Flame Dragon.

But it is the way of the sacred mountain and what you think you should do.

(End of this chapter)