The Strange Cat from Fuuto

"Ugh!" Heart, clutching his head, sat down, leaning against the tunnel wall behind him. "What happened?"

Looking up, Heart found that the other three were exactly the same as him, and their reactions were exactly the same.

After this inexplicable discomfort passed, the four Hearts sensed something was amiss, something they couldn't quite put their finger on, yet they could clearly feel it.

It felt like I had lost something.

Meanwhile, the National Defense Agency.

"Hiss..." Zhenying Zhuangyi gasped for breath, his face turning deathly pale as he touched his head. The needle-like pain made him tremble all over.

The pain came and went quickly. After recovering, Souichi Masakage muttered to himself, "Strange, something feels off."

"As if you've forgotten something?"

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

The underground space of the Sonozaki Mansion.

Miku led the three Roidmude out of the spatial rift, and the three Roidmude looked at Miku with unease.

"Don't be afraid. I've called you here for a small matter, a very, very small matter!"

Miku, who was rubbing his fingers, revealed a malicious smile. A spatial rift opened behind him, and three superior Inves jumped out.

"What kind of monster is this?" Miku's eyes flashed as he suddenly saw Inves' 026 take a step back, and an invisible force spread out, enveloping the three of them.

Feeling as if they were engulfed in a viscous swamp, the three of them, 026, revealed a look of terror in their eyes.

"Let's first analyze your composition!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a piercing wail suddenly echoed from the underground space.

The three Roidmude howled in agony, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably, while strands of data flashed in Miku's eyes.

After quickly completing the analysis, Miku grinned and said, "Very good, you have this potential!"

"No, it should be that all Roidmude have this potential!"

The potential Miku speaks of is the fusion and evolution of Roidmudes and humans. Once a Roidmude resonates with a human's emotions, the two will merge, gaining even greater power. At this point, the Roidmude becomes like an exoskeleton armor with self-awareness and thought, and the person encased within it will become a superhuman.

“Next, I will bestow my grace upon you.” Miku spoke indifferently, waving his arm and scattering the three Roidmude into data entities. Under Miku’s control, the writhing data entities actively clung to the three Inves.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

After three buzzing sounds, three monsters with steaming white mists appeared in front of Miku!

"Success! Everything the script needs is now complete!"

Chapter Sixteen: The Cursed Lonely Cat, a Curse to Her Own Father!

Driving license test site in Kuruma, underground, Drive base.

"Crack!"

The little guy, who knew the way well, used his tail to hook open the door lock and walked in with an air of nonchalance, his little head held high, his long tail sticking up high and then naturally curving downwards.

"Wow, Miko, you look so cool today!"

Shijima Kiriko chuckled and teased the little guy, who closed his eyes and hummed softly, "My uncle helped me choose this!"

Today, the little guy was wearing a tiger-skin colored coat, a tiger-head hat on his head, and tiny boots the size of wine glasses on his four paws.

Dressed exactly like a little tiger, the little guy nimbly jumped onto the soy milk-filled container, first standing proudly on it with a majestic and imposing posture, then opening its mouth wide and letting out a soft, childish roar: "Meow~"

"I'm so scared!"

The experienced driver then made a frightened expression, which made Shijima Kiriko cover her mouth and chuckle, while the little guy turned his head away and raised his chin high.

"Alright, we still have tasks to complete today, time to get going!"

The experienced driver scooped the little guy off the roof of the car and shoved him into Shijima Kiriko's arms, then got into the car and started the extra-thick soy milk.

Yoshiro was naturally in his VIP seat. Because of the little guy, a small seat was specially provided for him between the two seats while the car was being repaired and in gear.

After placing the little guy on the seat, Shijima Kiriko carefully fastened his seatbelt. The little guy, leaning back, kicked his chest with his two little paws: "Rice's enough!!"

"Good good!"

As the experienced driver drove out of the Drive base, he recalled the case in his mind. Recently, food transport trucks had been frequently attacked, and this time they were going to investigate one of the companies called Fontear.

The car sped along the road, and the extra-thick soy milk car headed straight for the Fonteard Company.

At the same time, Miku, who was controlling his masked clone, looked at the car that had already disappeared from sight and sneered. Behind him stood three burly men with expressionless faces.

"Let's go, let's show that brat what the wickedness of the human heart really is!"

Miku led three burly men toward Fontear at a leisurely pace, yet even on foot they seemed to teleport, covering a distance of over a hundred steps in a single stride.

In order to counteract the unreasonable luck of his own child, Miku specifically transferred some of his power when controlling his clone.

The three men, dressed as "Soy Milk Extra Thick," stopped in front of the Fonteer company. After a brief exchange, the staff guided them to the company's reception room.

The three little ones were curled up on the sofa in the living room, their little eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.

"It's not as good as my house!"

The little guy, who was leaning against Shijima Kiriko with a proud smug look in his heart, suddenly stood up. He saw a middle-aged man of short stature wearing gray overalls walk quickly into the reception room.

The middle-aged man, who handed over his business card upon meeting, bowed repeatedly, his face beaming with a warm but not humble smile: "I am Mitsuru Kuramochi, the president of Fontear Company. Thank you so much. Without you, our company's transport trucks would have been in serious trouble..."

At this point, President Kuramochi suddenly choked up, holding the old driver's hands tightly. Seeing this, Kiriko Shijima couldn't help but laugh and say, "Not at all, it's just our duty!"

As they spoke, Shijima Kiriko nudged the veteran driver with her elbow and gave him a look. The veteran driver immediately smiled and said, "Of course, of course!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two took their seats.

"We've come to investigate and ask you for some information. What are your thoughts on the attack on your company's transport vehicle?"

"How could this happen? I don't understand why my company was attacked. We're just a small business, how could we have expected such a disaster!"

Kuramochi immediately began to complain, and the experienced driver, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh at Shijima Kiriko beside him: "I've also looked at Fonteal's business scope. Did Roidmude attack their company's transport trucks in order to get nutrition and maintain his health and vitality?"

"Stop it, they're already in such a miserable situation, and you're still making sarcastic remarks!" Shijima Kiriko rolled her eyes at the experienced driver, wrinkling her nose in dissatisfaction.

Kogato stared intently at President Kuramochi, his eyes filled with doubt. He instinctively sensed that something was off about the president in front of him.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. It was more like the other person was being fake, just like what Mick taught him when he was teaching him to hunt.

Conceal your true self, revealing only the side used to mislead the enemy.

Find the right opportunity and strike decisively!

While the little guy was sizing up Kurumi Mitsuru, the veteran driver and Shijima Kiriko were also talking to Kurumi Mitsuru.

After noticing the little guy, Kuramochi Mitsuru smiled and said, "Is this your pet? It looks very cute!"

While speaking, he even got up and stroked the little guy. The little guy bared its teeth at Kuramochi Mitsuru, turned its head away with dissatisfaction, and only showed its butt to Kuramochi Mitsuru.

Kuramochi's face stiffened, but he didn't get angry. He just chuckled and said, "They're really cute. They remind me of my little daughter. She's always saying she wants to have a kitten!"

Half an hour later, the experienced driver and Shijima Kiriko, who was holding the baby, walked out of Fonteiya: "Still no substantial clues!"

"Headache!"

The experienced driver, rubbing his temples, walked to the car with the extra-rich soy milk filling. Just as he was about to open the door, he found that someone was already sitting inside.

Miku, sitting in the driver's seat, rolled down the window. "Your car is pretty cool!"

"It's you!"

The experienced driver recognized Miku and immediately backed away. Seeing that something was wrong, Shijima Kiriko immediately drew her gun and pointed it at Miku.

"Don't be so nervous!"

Miku, who had kicked the car door open, lazily got out of the driver's seat, stretched with his arms raised, and said, "But the driver's seat is so narrow and small, it's really uncomfortable!"

The experienced driver's lips twitched when he saw the car door that had been kicked open. He had just repaired the door, and now he was going to have to spend a lot of money on repairs.

"Who are you? Why did you attack us before?!"

The veteran driver pulled out his sidearm and aimed it at Miku, while Miku pulled out a forced-upgrade gun from inside his trench coat and pointed it at the sky: "Because you're a Kamen Rider!"

"Transform!"

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and an energy bullet flew into the sky before falling rapidly. As it fell, it quickly disintegrated into a three-wheeled aura that enveloped Miku.

“Break Down!”

Amidst the hoarse hooting, Miku's goggles lit up, and the experienced driver immediately shouted, "Belt-san!"

"Ok, Start your engine!"

The experienced driver, who was turning a key-shaped knob switch, caught the flying red shifter Shift Speed, twisted the tail of the vehicle, and stuffed it into the shifter bracelet.

"Transform!"

A tire-shaped energy ring enveloped the veteran driver from head to toe. "Drive! Type Speed!"

The extra-thick soy milk tire contracted inwards, and one tire flew out and hit the experienced driver's chest, securing it in place.

Seeing this, the little guy quickly materialized the Driver, transformed into a Rider, and stood beside the veteran driver.

"Wow, what a magnificent sight!"

Miku tucked his gun into his waistband and clapped his hands: "Since you're so good, then come run a lap with me!"

"Um?!"

The experienced driver felt something was off. Miku had already slipped in front of him and clenched his right fist, slamming it out.

"boom!"

Amidst the sound of an air explosion, the veteran driver was sent flying by Miku's punch.

The veteran driver, who felt completely embedded in the wall, felt a surge of emotion in his chest. "This guy is amazing!"

"And he even stole your lines!" A timely reminder came from the belt, and the old driver, his face contorted with anger, said, "I knew something was wrong, this guy stole my lines."

While the veteran driver and Belt-san were talking, the little guy had already started fighting Miku.

The father and son exchanged blows, their fists clashing violently, shattering everything around them into dust.

"This little guy's got some skill!"