The Strange Cat from Fuuto

Butthead pulled out two wet handkerchiefs and threw them over. The handkerchiefs landed right on Roidmude's face, and Roidmude let out a wail and lay on the ground rolling around.

"hey-hey!"

"Kamen Rider Brain has 999 kinds of toxins in his body. It doesn't feel good to have my poisonous handkerchief on your face!"

"Is this really a Kamen Rider?"

The dumbfounded veteran driver stared at the smug-looking guy, not knowing what to say. After a light cough, Dai-san said, "Shinnosuke, don't worry about it so much. Let's focus on the battle in front of us!"

"Oh!"

Just as the veteran driver was regaining his senses from the battle before him, another shout came from Butthead: "Look at my weapon!"

"Eyes...Sword!"

The man grabbed the woman's buttocks with his hand and pulled out a longsword with a hilt shaped like an eye. Upon hearing this, Dai-san was speechless: "I think you two might have something in common in some ways!"

"no!"

The experienced driver, gripping the steering wheel sword, instinctively shook his head. But upon seeing the sword in his hand, his expression froze. He hid the sword behind his back and emphasized again, "We absolutely have nothing in common!"

While the experienced driver was feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Miku and Heart were locked in a fierce battle.

The two exchanged blows, each punch landing squarely on the skin. The sounds of their bodies striking each other were dull, yet continuous, like a string of firecrackers.

The six centipede-like long whips on its back have sharp curved blades on both sides, capable of cutting through steel.

Each swing of his sword could leave several wounds on Heart's body, but under Medic's sudden healing gunshot, he was able to fight back and forth with Miku. In fact, with the support of Miku's overload core, he once put Miku, who was limiting his strength, at a disadvantage.

"Oh!"

After sending Miku flying with a punch, Heart's heatwave erupted once more.

Heart, whose entire body was enveloped in a crimson glow, was about to take a step when he found his body incredibly heavy.

"This is?!"

Miku slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes: "Looks like your armor is overheating and overloaded!"

"Overheating and overload?"

Herart was taken aback, but Miku continued confidently, "That's right, overheating and overload. Didn't the person who gave you the drive tell you that it was defective?!"

"defect?!"

"Hey, looks like you didn't know!"

After saying that, Miku's six centipede-like whip-like legs swiftly slashed out from behind him, "Your driver is still an unfinished product!"

"idiot!"

Four explosions, occurring in quick succession, rang in Miku's ears as he swept Heart away. Amidst the explosions, a powerful, scorching beam of light pierced through the white, hot air and flew towards them.

"clang!"

Miku, shielding himself with six long whips, blocked Medic's attack. As the whips slowly unfurled, Miku looked at the four menacing knights and sneered, "Looks like you've won this time!"

"But this is just the beginning. What follows will be your nightmare!"

Miku, who was retreating hastily, spat out a deep black mist from the Forced Upgrade Gun in his hand. "See you next time, Kamen Riders!"

"Ciao~"

Amidst a mocking and sarcastic tone, Miku vanished along with the black mist.

After Miku disappeared, Medic immediately rushed to Heart's side and asked with concern, "Lord Heart, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just a bit of overload!"

Heart, whose hand felt incredibly heavy even when he waved it, breathed a sigh of relief, but a question arose in his mind: "Why is it only my driver that's faulty?!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Whether the wind blows or not, is it up to the cat?!

Below the Driving License Test Center in Kuruma, there is the Drive Base.

Why don't you introduce yourself?

The experienced driver, chewing on a milk candy, sat at his computer desk, staring intently at the four Hearts.

Shijima Kiriko had just served them tea.

“We…” Heart held a teacup in his hand and looked up at the old driver. The old driver had a good impression of the four people who came to help, but that didn’t mean he would unconditionally trust them.

"I'll answer that."

With a smile spreading across his face as he placed the teacup on the coffee table, he said casually, "To be precise, we don't have any status!"

"what?!"

Belt-san, who was operating the machine to check Heart's driver, suddenly turned around, his hands clasped together, his expression becoming very complicated: "We don't even know who we are. We went to the home in our memories, but we saw another version of ourselves."

"Another version of myself?!"

The experienced driver suddenly looked at Belt-san, and after exchanging glances, the buttock-brain said, "Just when we were confused and scared, who appeared!"

"Who is it?!"

"Hmm!" Butthead nodded, his eyes filled with longing and admiration: "Who can be considered our great benefactor who saved us from this sea of ​​suffering!"

"He found the four of us, trained us, and gave us the drive."

"Then who exactly are you talking about?!" the experienced driver pressed, standing up with his hands clasped to his chest in utmost reverence, saying, "We don't know his name, we only know that he wears a robe embroidered with stars and a magnificent crown!"

"crown?!"

"Yes, a crown!"

"Alright, I know who it is!" The veteran driver interrupted the rambling, a complex expression on his face.

"Shinnosuke!"

"I know what you mean, Belt-san. But..." The experienced driver, who had been clenching and unclenching his fists, finally sighed, "I'm going out for a bit!"

"Okay, think it over carefully!"

After watching the experienced driver leave, Butthead looked at Belt-san and said, "That belt..."

"Just call me Krim!"

"Okay, Mr. Krim, what happened to that officer just now?"

"The reasons are quite complicated, let's talk about them later." Belt-san changed the subject: "Now let's take a look at Heart's driver!"

“Mr. Krim!” Heart stood up awkwardly and asked, “What’s wrong with my driver?”

“I compared your drives. All three of your drives are extremely well-developed, except for yours. Yours are no different from theirs, but the biggest problem lies in one place!”

"What?!" Medic looked at Belt-san nervously, whose expression twisted in confusion: "That's exactly what I don't understand!"

Heart's driver is on par with yours in terms of performance, yet it has a major flaw in combat. There's only one possible explanation for this!

Which one?!

“Heart’s driver is an unfinished product, and that’s the only explanation right now.” Belt-san stared intently at Heart’s driver. “If it were perfected, Heart’s driver would outperform the three of you.”

"Can that be improved?"

“It’s a bit difficult, but fortunately we have an excellent technician here.” As Belt-san spoke, Sawakami Suzuna opened the door and walked in.

"Hey everyone!"

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

On the rooftop of the Kuruma driving test center, an experienced driver, his hands resting on the railing, gazed wistfully into the distance.

"Officer!"

"Officer, could you give me a piece of candy?!"

"Officer, what's it like driving?!"

The image of the little guy kept flashing through the old driver's mind. Shijima Kiriko came out from the stairwell, saw the old driver, and sighed: "So he's here after all!"

"Yo, Kiriko!"

The experienced driver greeted Shijima Kiriko and watched as she slowly walked towards him with her hands behind her back.

"Are you still thinking about something?!"

"Ok!"

The experienced driver nodded silently. Shijima Kiriko watched as the silent driver leaned back against the railing, his body reclining.

The distant scenery was reflected in her eyes. "Hey, Mr. Po!"

"Um?!"

The experienced driver looked at Kiriko Shijima, who said softly, "Do you know why children need to go to school?"

"Of course, it's to learn knowledge, to identify your dream in the process, and then to move towards your dream."

“Yes!” Shijima Kiriko sighed softly, “Then why don’t you give him another chance?!”

"But....."

"He's still young and has a lot to learn. As an adult, why are you getting angry with a child?"

“But thinking about what Miko did, I still feel a tightness in my chest!” The veteran driver, touching his chest, lowered his head. Shijima Kiriko straightened up and patted the veteran driver on the shoulder: “That’s right, you need to put even more effort into teaching him!”

"After all, Miko chose you back then!" Shijima Kiriko looked seriously into the veteran's eyes: "Doesn't his doing this mean that Miko trusts you a lot?!"

The experienced driver looked into Shijima Kiriko's clear eyes, recalling the little girl's appearance in his mind.

After a long while, the experienced driver looked away into the distance and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I understand, Kiriko!"

"Ok!"

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

Fengdu, on the street.

Having heard about motorcycles, Brother A put the little guy down from the VIP seat on the motorcycle's fuel tank.