Kamen Rider Senior Chat Group

Chapter 112 The Third Group Member
As night falls, the city lights of Dongdu gradually light up, and the back garden of the coffee shop is quiet and peaceful.

As the breeze blew, rows of lush green vegetable gardens glowed faintly in the moonlight.

Zhan Tu squatted in the vegetable garden, skillfully pulled out carrots one by one, gently shook off the dirt on them, and piled them neatly in the basket.

This vegetable garden has been taken care of by Battle Rabbit for the past three days since the store manager disappeared and Onoue Takashi went to Kitato. Although he was hesitant at the beginning, he gradually became proficient over time.

Apart from the busy battles and research, taking care of these plants seems to have become a rare way to relax.

"Aqiao, thank you for your hard work."

Battle Rabbit didn't look up, still bent down to continue picking carrots, but his tone was filled with a hint of gentle concern.

"As soon as I get back, I have to appease that guy Longwo."

Onoue Takumi stood aside, gently reaching out to break off a green leaf, his eyes falling on the ground, his tone still steady: "Even if Long didn't come to me, I would help him deal with the matter of Gohara Mitsuomi."

After hearing this, Zhantu paused for a moment, then stood up, holding the carrot in both hands, frowned slightly and looked at Ooue Takumi, with worry in his eyes.

"Aren't you too tired?"

"Ok?"

Ooue Takumi raised his head and met Sento's gaze, his eyes still as calm as ever.

Battle Rabbit sighed, walked over to him, and put the carrots in the basket. "Although you are very strong and have a special physique, you are working at a high load and have to take care of so many things. I am afraid you will not be able to hold on."

Onoue Takumi blinked slightly, then smiled: "Don't worry, don't you still have me?"

Zhan Tu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes moved slightly.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Onoue Takumi.

"I'm so happy, Battle Rabbit, that you care about me so much."

Battle Rabbit rubbed his hair helplessly, muttering uncomfortably: "No, every time I mention this matter, you always act nonchalant, which is very annoying."

"And Katsuragi Takumi over there, he was like letting go when he adjusted his belt. How can you hold on like that?"

Before Onoue Takumi could finish, Battle Rabbit continued, "Although you defeated Gohara Mitsuomi in the battle of Kitado, your over-reliance on the power of darkness has aggravated your hidden injuries. Your body's matter is reorganizing and repairing your cells, but it doesn't seem to be repairing other levels of fatigue and damage quickly."

What Zhantu refers to is the loss of Onoue Takumi's soul.

The limbic system of the brain, as an idealistic means invented by Zhan Tu, naturally found something in the data band that made him more worried about Aqiao.

There was no blame in his tone, but instead a unique brotherly affection.

"It's not just me, Misora, it's even Ryuu-san."

Zhan Tu sighed, crossed his arms, and looked at the vegetable patch that he had taken care of to be exceptionally healthy. His tone unconsciously slowed down a bit.

"Everyone cares about you, Aqiao."

Onoue Takumi listened to Battle Rabbit's words, raised his head slightly, and looked at the night sky.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls onto the ground, bringing a sense of quiet beauty.

"yes."

He murmured softly, the smile on his lips deepening a little.

Perhaps, protecting so many people is really tiring.

But at the same time, I am really happy.

The night is quiet, and the breeze blows through the vegetable patch in the back garden, bringing with it the fragrance of soil and vegetables.

Ooue Takumi raised his head slightly, looking through the treetops at the vast night sky.

"I am very happy in this world." Zhantu was slightly startled and turned to look at Ooe Takumi beside him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I was in a daze, without any memories. Since I met you, I have truly found the meaning of existence."

Onoue Takumi's tone was calm, but every word he said carried a heavy weight.

"Protecting you is my greatest wish."

Battle Rabbit frowned slightly and let out a soft breath. His tone remained calm, but with a hint of seriousness unlike usual: "Happiness is relative. If we use you to exchange for our own happiness, then it is meaningless."

"Battle Rabbit."

Onoue Takumi's voice softened a bit. He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the side of Battle Rabbit's face: "If one day, you are captured by someone, and the other party threatens me with your life, or even sets a trap that will surely kill you..."

"What do you think?"

Zhantu's expression froze slightly, and he quickly lowered his head, holding the carrot in his arms tightly with both hands.

"I certainly don't want you to fall into a trap."

"Can"

Battle Rabbit paused, his voice becoming somewhat deeper, as if he was weighing something.

"If you really don't come, I might feel lost too."

His voice became very small when he uttered the last few words, almost a mutter.

"Look, aren't you the same as me?"

The thought came to him, and just as Onoue Takumi finished speaking, the system notification sound of the chat group suddenly rang!

[The state of mind training has been completed. Congratulations to the group owner for getting the third opportunity to invite group members. ]

Unexpectedly, Onoue Takumi never expected that the group notification sound that had disappeared for a long time would sound again.

After all, this chat group now feels like a private date group for Rick and Setsuna, and I have no sense of existence at all.

Along with the system's prompt sound, a picture suddenly appeared in the consciousness space.

In the dark world, dust suddenly rose up, blowing towards the two isolated stone tablets.

One was a blank monument, pitch black as night, so deep it seemed to swallow up all light. Its body was smooth as a mirror, yet it reflected nothing. It stood there silently, like a solidified darkness, a chilling sight.

The other was a blood-red stele without any words on it. Its surface was covered with dark lines, and faint traces of unweathered mottled marks could be seen.

It seemed as if it was soaked in countless blood, carrying a certain ominous atmosphere, but also revealing a certain heavy history.

The land between the two stone tablets was dry and barren, with only the howling wind bringing distant whimpering sounds.

In this dead silence, a human stood quietly in front of the monument.

He said nothing and made no movement, but just stood there silently, as if listening to something or waiting for something.

His figure was thin, yet he looked tough; his eyes were lowered, yet they revealed some indescribable emotion.

The black monument, the red monument, and him in front of me.

And humans just stood quietly in this mysterious place engraved with history, and no one knew how long it had been.

There was a strange fluctuation in the air.

A faint blue light slowly emerged between the two stone tablets, condensing into an illusory scroll. It slowly unfolded in the air, and words faintly emerged:
Chat group invitation!

The pale light reflected on the human's face, the breeze blew through his clothes, and his eyes finally changed.
(End of this chapter)