Unable to pay off my debts, I had no choice but to become a Kamen Rider.

At 8:00 a.m. sharp, at the buffet restaurant on the second floor of the seaside hotel.

Asano Yu didn't sleep soundly because he really disliked the incredibly soft bed. Of course, the main reason was that he wasn't used to having other people around him.

When Duanmu Jun slept, although he didn't grind his teeth, fart, or snore, his breathing was very heavy, which at least disturbed Asano Yu last night.

However, I did manage to sleep for a while, so I wasn't feeling lethargic in the morning.

I remembered that Hayami Mitsuki mentioned that there was a special breakfast here, and it was even a buffet, so I decided to get up early and come down to check it out.

The buffet restaurant and the hotel restaurant used for banquets and entertaining guests are almost the same, except that there are many movable food carts placed along the wall near the corridor, which are filled with food.

On the other side of this wall is a deep blue floor-to-ceiling window—no, to be precise, the view outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a gradient of blue.

Nearby is the cobalt blue of the swimming pool, in the distance is the emerald blue of the bay, and further still is the deep indigo of the Pacific Ocean.

The dawn light spilled onto the sea, transforming into shimmering fragments of light, which, accompanied by the roar of the waves, formed halos that reflected on Asano Yu's retina.

Enjoying beautiful scenery and delicious food is a kind of enjoyment.

After thinking it over, he found a spot near an air conditioner, where the air conditioning was just right overhead and the air was filled with a relaxing Okinawan folk song, the melody carrying a unique ethnic flavor and enthusiasm.

He found the quiet chatter of the breakfast customers and the clattering of pots and pans rather pleasant. After putting down his backpack and reserving a seat, Asano Yu carried his white tray and followed two or three other people to the food pick-up area.

The seafood section features freshly sliced ​​bonito sashimi, with deep red fish meat laid out on crushed ice, accompanied by freshly grated wasabi and light soy sauce.

Small Okinawan sea grapes, soaking in ice water, were lush and green; pickled mackerel, garnished with perilla leaves, failed to whet his appetite at all.

Perhaps because she rarely eats fish in the morning, Asano Yu only glanced at it before moving on to the main course area.

Traditional Okinawa soba noodles sit in a thermos, the dark brown broth shimmering with the delicate shadows of bonito flakes, while red ginger, chopped green onions, and local chili pickles are laid out on the condiment stand.

In front of me was a stack of mini bitter melon and tofu rice balls, each held on a bamboo leaf and sprinkled with bonito flakes. Next to me, on a steaming hot griddle, luncheon meat omelets were sizzling, the oil crackling under the heat.

This luncheon meat was the only thing that made Asano Yu somewhat hungry.

Next to the main course area, dark green lemon juice was served in a glass jug with ice cubes suspended inside. Although there was an ice maker nearby, it did not appear to be in use.

The other two insulated containers contained different things: one labeled "Island Pepper Tea" with a small bowl of brown sugar next to it, and the other containing freshly squeezed sugarcane juice.

Asano Yu stopped and examined the area carefully, finally confirming that the place in front of her was indeed the "special" self-service area.

It's over.

In the end, Yu Asano only managed to grab some teppanyaki luncheon meat and lemon juice from the special self-service area before heading to the general self-service area.

This place is much better. Many familiar and ordinary foods are presented in front of you: fried rice, fried meat, stir-fried vegetables, bread, steamed buns, and flatbread. These things look much more pleasing than that so-called "special" buffet.

But on his way back, he still went to the "specialty" self-service area and stood in front of the buckwheat noodles, lost in thought.

He looked at the food in his hand, which already resembled a small mountain, and felt that eating so little would make him look bad, so he took a deep bowl and used long chopsticks to pick up a bundle of buckwheat noodles—

I ladled out two more spoonfuls of hot soup. The soup was clear but had a strong bonito flavor. I also added a little chopped green onion and red ginger. There were no pickled cowpeas or pickled bamboo shoots...

Asano Yu began to miss the days when she ate snail rice noodles in her previous life.

Back at his seat, Asano Yu was carrying two large, overflowing plates. He was surprised at how he had managed to bring so much food, and also surprised at how much he could eat—

It seems I expended too much energy last night.

I had barely sat down when the TV in the rest area started broadcasting the disaster from the previous night, clearly showing the ruins after the battle between Asano Yu and Levi's.

Very clear.

Moreover, the affected area appears to be much larger than Asano Yu had imagined.

Asano Yu was wondering how the area of ​​damage could be so large when he hadn't moved much from the beginning.

Ah, Asano Yu noticed that the reporter was standing in front of a clearly wavy crack in the ground, and said that such a crack could not possibly be caused by humans, so he was very surprised.

After mentioning red bean paste and Siguoyi dozens of times, Asano Yu was shocked at being stripped of his human identity, but at the same time had to admit that the crack was his doing.

He didn't remember the others, but he was very clear about the final attack that shattered the ground and walls—it was the last blow that dealt with Levi and Weiss.

He defeated them both with just a little effort.

However, when Levi and Weiss were mentioned, Asano Yu suddenly remembered the reason why the underground parking lot had lost power and suffered such severe damage—

Isn't it all because he was randomly smashing and destroying things?

Especially when he transformed into a spendthrift locust, all the surrounding lights, surveillance cameras, and vehicles were trampled and destroyed.

Furthermore, Levi liked to launch attacks from the ceiling, kicking and stomping, only to be killed by a single punch.

"Eating so much?"

Just as Asano Yu was about to take a bite of his fried egg, a weak, mocking voice came from above. He looked up and saw that Hayami Mitsuki, looking haggard, was sitting opposite him with a cup of hot coffee.

She had her hair tied in a high ponytail and was wearing loose short-sleeved shirts and shorts, but her dark circles were very obvious, indicating that she had stayed up all night yesterday.

"Didn't you get enough rest?"

"I'm not asleep."

"You didn't sleep? Don't you like the hotel bed?"

Asano Yu asked knowingly, pushing his bowl of soba noodles forward. Hayami Mitsuki had intended to refuse, but then wiped her stomach and finally accepted it.

She pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the table, quickly broke them in half, then clasped her hands together and said, "I'm starting to eat." She then picked up a small amount with the chopsticks and put it into her slightly pale little mouth.

"Not bad, quite fresh!"

To receive a compliment from Hayami Mitsuki is quite an achievement, considering that she is very picky about food and basically only goes to shops she thinks are good, never intending to expand her culinary expertise.

Unlike Asano Yu and Kirishima Chinatsu, who both have a fervent thirst for knowledge about new and unusual things.

Whether it's food or entertainment, he and Kirishima Chinatsu get along very well, and they both want to try everything.

"I chose it from the special area; I've never tried it before."

"Ugh, so they're using me as a test subject!"

Hayami Mitsuki chuckled, but wasn't angry, since the food was quite delicious.

"By the way, what's your decision?"

"What are you considering?"

"To join the Knights Guild, of course, I'm not inviting Kamen Rider Decade, but you."