The Strange Cat from Fuuto

The moment the energy lines appeared, the cell coin rapidly swelled up and formed a human shape.

The moment the humanoid figure appeared, the three virus cores simultaneously surged into the cell coin and formed a letter on its chest.

"Snapped!"

The moment the crisp snap of the fingers rang out, the cell coin flipped inward, forming a faceless person.

"How can you not have a face?"

Miku scratched his chin and casually conjured a golden mask, which he then placed on the person's face.

"That's fine!"

Miku chuckled with satisfaction as he looked at the clone he had created, but in an instant he turned his gaze to Chesa and Medic standing to the side.

"What contingency plans should we keep in mind?!"

................

Kuru, on the street.

The experienced driver, holding three popsicles, quickly walked towards the extra-rich soy milk, opened the car door, got in, and handed over the popsicles.

The little guy's eyes lit up as he looked at the popsicle: "Wow, something I've never eaten before!"

The experienced driver, who had already torn open the packaging, stared at the little guy in astonishment and asked, "Haven't you eaten this before?"

"No, Mommy Na said I can't eat it. She said it's not nutritious and will give me a tummy ache." The little guy rubbed his tummy and looked longingly at the popsicle. Shijima Kiriko patted the little guy's head, then tore open the popsicle wrapper and handed it to him: "But your mom isn't here right now, it's okay to eat it once."

"Speaking of which, can cats eat popsicles?" Belt-san looked at the little guy whose two tiny paws were tightly gripping the popsicle, and a question mark slowly appeared on the screen.

"I don't know, but he can talk now, so eating an ice pop shouldn't be a problem for him!"

The experienced driver, who had just finished his popsicle in a few bites, looked out the window. The person they were watching was still inside the coffee shop, talking incessantly while touching a young woman's hand.

"I really don't understand the thought process of these artists."

The experienced driver, slumped over the steering wheel, looked sullenly at 010, who was staring at the famous artist Kazuhiro Asaya.

Wow, I won the lottery!

Shijima Kiriko looked at the popsicle that the little guy had finished eating and affectionately patted his head: "Miko is so great!"

"Really?!"

The little one, with cream still stuck to the corner of his mouth, stared wide-eyed at Shijima Kiriko. Overwhelmed by her maternal instincts, Shijima Kiriko exclaimed, "Of course it's true!"

"Let's go claim the prize!"

The little guy's adorable appearance has completely captivated Shijima Kiriko. Girls can never resist the charm of a cute, soft, and cuddly kitten.

"Hey, Kiriko, come back right away, don't let them find out."

"Know!"

The little guy, carried by Shijima Kiriko towards the store, happily accepted a popsicle. Back in the car, he licked it excitedly again. After finishing, Shijima Kiriko stared at the popsicle stick in disbelief: "Won again?!"

"So, can the cat eat again?"

"Ok!"

With a slightly different expression, Shijima Kiriko took the little guy to redeem the prize again.

Ten minutes later, the veteran driver, Belt-san, and Shijima Kiriko looked at the little guy with expressions of utter disbelief.

"How many is this?" The experienced driver looked at Shijima Kiriko, who shook her head blankly: "I don't know."

After displaying a shocked expression, Belt-san muttered to himself, "This is already the seventeenth one."

"How could this be? The odds of winning are extremely low!"

"This isn't math at all!" Belt-san looked at the bewildered little guy with a frustrated expression. The little guy, with cream all over his mouth, was sitting on Shijima Kiriko's lap.

"Hiccup~"

The little guy suddenly burped and lay back, "I can't eat anymore, meow I can't eat anymore!"

"call....."

For some reason, the experienced driver, who had been relieved, suddenly narrowed his eyes as his target, Asaya Kazuhiro, walked out of the coffee shop, accompanied by the young woman from before.

"The target has moved, let's follow quickly!"

The experienced driver, who had started up the extra-rich soy milk, followed behind Asaya Kazuhiro and the woman in their taxi.

Just after the extra-rich soy milk car drove off onto the highway, a golden mask flashed by on the rooftop of a building.

"Oh....."

The little guy, lying on Shijima Kiriko's lap, let out a comfortable and pleasant groan. It was the first time he had ever eaten a popsicle to his heart's content, and he was experiencing a thrill he had never felt before.

It's like the thrill of a child secretly doing something naughty behind an adult's back.

"boom!"

The sudden explosion caused the experienced driver to swerve sharply to one side of the road.

"An attack?!"

The veteran driver stared in astonishment at the shattered road surface, and said with trembling belt, "Shinnosuke, it's probably enemy obstruction!"

As soon as the belt sang finished speaking, a masked man in a black coat strolled through the firelight to the car with extra-rich soy milk.

"Who is this guy?!"

While the experienced driver was still in a daze, Miku had already arrived at the car door.

"Sizzle..."

With a sharp, piercing sound, the car door, made of soy milk, was ripped off by Miku.

Miku, who tossed the car door aside like trash, looked at the experienced driver, who had just removed his seatbelt and stared at Miku in astonishment.

"come over!"

Miku grabbed the old driver by the collar and flung him away, but unexpectedly, a flash of fire appeared in front of Miku's eyes right after he threw the old driver away.

A fireball the size of an apple flew rapidly toward Miku.

"boom!"

The moment the flames exploded, the little guy leaped off Shijima Kiriko's lap, and as he turned in mid-air, his hind leg struck Miku hard in the chest.

Miku felt a powerful force strike him and staggered back a few steps. Before he could react, a loud horn blared beside him, and a large truck with flashing lights instantly knocked him away.

Taking this opportunity, the little guy swept its tail across its chest and materialized the driver.

Just as the little guy was transforming, Miku, who was embedded in the front of the truck, struggled to pull himself out.

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

Miku glanced at the truck driver, who was still shaken, but ignored him. He had a feeling that some inexplicable malice was directed at him.

But it's unclear where it came from.

"strangeness."

Muttering to himself, Miku pulled out a strangely shaped gun from under his trench coat. This was a transformation device he had created based on Chesa's transformation device, "Destroyer Gunner": the Forced Upgrade Gun.

On the other side, the little guy who had successfully transformed drew out his long-handled serrated machete, and the little guy with the machete held it to his side looked at Miku warily.

The experienced driver also limped towards the soy milk, taking the belt from Shijima Kiriko's hand.

"An interesting kid!"

With a cold laugh, Miku pressed down hard on the muzzle of the Forced Upgrade Gun in his hand, then raised it high: "Hyper!"

"Break Down!"

A light bullet was fired from the gun muzzle. After shooting into the sky, the light bullet fell rapidly, expanding and deforming quickly during its descent.

A halo resembling three tires enveloped Miku, and menacing armor instantly covered his body.

"Buzz!"

Miku, his goggles flashing, strode toward the little guy, who gripped the trigger on the knife handle and fired at him.

The magically formed cannonballs landed around Miku and exploded one after another. Miku raised his gun and fired a shot at the little guy.

With a flash of light, a bullet hole appeared on the little guy's chest. At the same time, his body leaned back to the limit, and the long-handled knife in his hand flew out of his grasp.

"Shinnosuke, transform!"

"No, belt-san. I think I've broken a bone, I can't fight!" The veteran driver clutched his side in pain.

Obi-san frowned. "This is going to be difficult!"

"It's okay, I'll protect you!" The little guy quickly flipped up and hooked his weapon back into his hand with his toe.

"You brat!"

As Miku charged rapidly toward the little guy, a sharp, mournful whistling sound suddenly reached his ears.

"What is that?!"

As Miku stopped abruptly, an oil drum suddenly crashed down in front of him. Looking at the oil drum, which was embedded more than ten centimeters deep in the ground, Miku glanced at his son with apprehension.

"Is it a coincidence or...?"

With a guess in mind, Miku walked around the oil drum and tentatively stretched out his leg forward.

"Boom"

Another oil drum crashed down in front of Miku. If he hadn't pulled his leg back quickly, he probably would have become a cripple.

"This guy..."

Just as Miku's sense of malice was rising, several more muffled thuds sounded.

Several oil drums were smashed next to him.

"Creak..."

Amidst a tooth-grinding sound, a large tree by the roadside leaned over and fell, snapping the power lines beside it.

"Glug glug..."

Fuel leaked from the oil drum, and sparks flew as the broken wire fell downwards.