Masked Rider, but kindhearted

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Chapter 38 Tiandao: Coach, she hit someone with the ball!

"Knock knock knock knock".

Tendo Souji had just sent Miss Yuka upstairs and sat on the sofa on the first floor for a while when there was suddenly a knock on the door.

He thought it was Shotarou coming to get food, but he saw a woman dressed strangely.

The other person was dressed in black, with most of his face covered by a white cloth, sunglasses covering his eyes, and a wide-brimmed black hat.

"Shroud, you can call me that." The masked woman said this without any context.

Tendou Souji felt that the other party was unusual, so he pushed the door open and walked out. He looked back to confirm that Miss Yuka was staying in her room obediently, then gently closed the door.

"Ms. Shroud, what can I do for you?" He addressed her as "Ms." based on her mature voice.

"I've been following you recently. I'm the one who researched Zhuangji's Lost Drive... Join me in fighting the museum." Sherad simply and directly extended an olive branch.

Unlike before, she did not use her power as bait to push the person she chose to defeat Sonosaki Ryubei, but instead extended an invitation to this mysterious man as an equal partner.

Tendou Souji: His background is a mystery, he is calm and composed, has a strong fighting will, is impeccably powerful, and has powers beyond Gaia's memory.

Although she trusts Ming Hai Shouji very much and places her hopes on him, Tendo Souji can obviously also be a backup card.

"Shoji?" Tendō Souji thought for a moment. The masked woman before him didn't match anyone Uncle Narumi had mentioned. He observed her carefully. She was holding a red pistol embedded with a memory block, which was similar in structure to Uncle Narumi's skull-shaped Magnum. He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you to Uncle Narumi?"

"Old friend..." Sherad paused, "Or maybe a childhood sweetheart."

"Do you have more information about the museum?" This is what Tiandao Zongsi cares about most. After all, the impurities are not difficult for him to deal with. Pulling out the museum in the dark and eradicating it completely is the fundamental solution.

"When the time comes, I will tell you everything I know." Sherad said evasively.

In her opinion, Tendo Souji is a rare good seedling. As long as he is given time to grow, he has a chance to overturn the museum. Now... she can't tell him too much. The King of Fear in Fuuto is too powerful and he is not able to deal with it at the moment.

"A question—" Tendo Souji was not disappointed when he didn't get the answer he wanted. Instead, he placed his hand on the hilt of the Thunder Sword. "Ms. Shroud, have you ever killed innocent people?"

She raised the gun in her hand and looked at it, muttering to herself, "Who knows... Anyway, these hands are directly or indirectly stained with a lot of blood."

"I will destroy the museum." He did not draw his sword, but retreated into the room, ready to send the guest away. "I will also investigate your crimes and give you a fair trial."

Seeing the man's lack of hesitation, Sherad was a little surprised. "You won't cooperate with me? I have a lot of memory-related technologies."

"This doesn't conflict with cooperation," Tendo Souji slowly closed the door. "Once you've made up your mind, exchange information with me honestly. I'll do my best to help you."

Not long after Sherad left, the roar of a motorcycle came from afar, and the tires made a fine crackling sound as they rolled over the gravel in front of the yard.

Tendo Souji looked through the kitchen screen window and saw Shotarou frantically taking off his helmet, with a few tufts of hair sticking up from the ends of his hair blown by the night wind.

He picked up the lunch box and walked towards the door, pushing it open a crack before the boy knocked.

Before the door was fully opened, Zuo Xiangtaro rushed in and took the lunch box from Tendo Souji.

He couldn't wait to lift the lid and sniff the delicious aroma. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed his saliva and sighed with satisfaction: "As expected of Brother Tiandao, your cooking skills are much better than uncle's!"

"Uncle Ming Hai will be sad if he finds out," Tendo Souji patted his shoulder and reminded him, "Serve the cold dishes separately and heat the lunch boxes in the microwave."

"Shotarou, a woman named Sherad just showed up," he squinted at the boy, "claiming to be Uncle Narumi's childhood sweetheart."

"Huh?" Shotaro Zuo staggered in shock, nearly knocking over his lunch box. "Is there such a thing?!"

He frantically tried to steady himself, and was about to pull out his phone to send a message to Uncle Ming Hai, but suddenly realized he was carrying two lunch boxes, so he had to give up. "I don't know either, Uncle didn't tell me... I'll ask him and give you a definite answer tomorrow!"

After seeing off the impetuous young man, intermittent footsteps came down the wooden stairs.

Tendo Souji closed the door and turned to see Ozawa Yuka moving down the wall.

The warm yellow indoor light flows along the curve of the spiral staircase, coating Ozawa Yuka's fair fingers holding the railing with a layer of soft color. The thin silk nightgown ripples like water waves along with her staggering steps, and the fair skin of the calves on the inside without stockings flashes from time to time between the hem of the skirt.

I don't know what was going on in this woman's mind. She didn't even wear slippers and just stumbled down the stairs barefoot. Her toes trembled slightly, and her hair soaked in cold sweat meandered along her neck. Beads of sweat dripped along the ends of her hair into the depression of her collarbone, forming small, charming wet marks.

Her face was obviously extremely ugly, and she bit her lower lip and groaned with every step she took. Before Tendo Souji could react, she had already walked down the escalator and headed towards the kitchen.

"Ms. Yuka?" Just as Tendo Souji was about to dissuade her, she had already stubbornly rushed into the kitchen, blowing a breeze with the scent of lily of the valley past him.

The water was flowing gently, and Miss Yuhua was washing the dishes after dinner. The splashing water accidentally wet her sleeves, but she rolled up her sleeves and continued washing without any care.

Through the kitchen glass, you can clearly see her lower back, and the tight nightgown reveals the curved outline under the light.

Tendou Souji approached quietly and saw that Miss Yuka's eyes were red. She completely ignored him and slowly walked over to help her clean up the mess after the meal.

"Ms. Yuhua, is there something on your mind?" He looked at her with concern. The girl still looked aggrieved and wanted to cry but had no tears.

He quietly turned the water temperature to hot, and silently accompanied her in washing the porcelain bowls that were already as bright as new.

Miss Yuka picked up the porcelain bowl that Tiandao had just used and carefully washed it. Her slender white fingers were stained with a faint pink from the monotonous reciprocating movement. As she inadvertently bent down, the straps of her gauze nightgown slowly slipped from her shoulders, completely exposing her snow-white and smooth skin to the air. The two majestic peaks that had been imprisoned for a long time now broke free of their shackles and bounced left and right, creating ripples.

Between the moonlight and the snow, the girl constitutes a third kind of beauty.

But at this moment, Tendou Souji had no time to appreciate this beauty.

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Chapter 39: Miss Yuhua A

"Why should someone like me...be favored by the sun?"

This was the random thought that popped up in Yuka Ozawa's mind when she was alone in her room, but it was not the first time this thought appeared.

She has been pursuing him almost shamelessly, but Mr. Tiandao has always been firm in his attitude and doesn't give her any illusions.

Because Mr. Tiandao is a just and kind person, she can deceive herself and temporarily take on the identity of a victim and a wounded person, enjoying the life of cohabitation and Mr. Tiandao's tenderness.

However, this false happiness will not last long - she will be performing again tomorrow, and those who secretly want to murder her will surely be easily defeated by Mr. Tiandao...

She had thought about it many times. A man like Mr. Tiandao would never stop for a mere woman once he confirmed that his client was safe.

"Strange...why am I crying?" Yuka Ozawa picked up the tissue on the bedside and wiped her eyes. Her eyes hurt a little, but she still couldn't stop crying.

She was clearly the one pursuing him, but it was Mr. Tiandao who always gave in to her...

She suddenly wanted to do something for Mr. Tendo - Mr. Tendo made such delicious food, but just now she had a sour face because she thought "I will never be able to eat it again".

Tendou Souji tried to coax her, but she had no choice but to play along and pretend that her unhappiness was just a deliberate act.

Mr. Tiandao must dislike her even more...

After dinner, Mr. Tiandao cleaned up the place. Considering her leg injury, he sent her upstairs to rest first...

Thinking of this, Yuka Ozawa went downstairs feeling lost, ignoring the pain in her legs and not even wearing shoes.

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Yuka Ozawa mechanically wiped the porcelain bowl in her hand, her fingertips trembling in the cold water. The mirror-like bowl wall reflected her wet eyelashes, like a butterfly whose wings were wet by a rainstorm.

Her mother's withered hand before her death suddenly reached out from the depths of her memory and grabbed her throat.

The loud noise of the broken steel cable three years ago overlapped with the humming of the equipment in her mother's ward, and the pungent smell of the hospital disinfectant, mixed with the illusory pain, penetrated time and space and hit her face. She suddenly closed her eyes, and the water flowed down her wrist into her cuff, making her shiver with cold.

The blood stains on the toilet paper from my mother's cough, the blood splashed on the stage during her last dance... The dark red bloodstains spread in my memory, more glaring than any red rose.

——"Ms. Yuka, is there something on your mind?" The voice was as reassuring as ever.

She ignored Mr. Tiandao, but he gently brought out some hot water to accommodate her willfulness.

Even without turning her head, Ozawa Yuka could vaguely feel the man's concerned eyes. He was standing beside her, very close.

She was so close that she couldn't help but imagine the feeling of throwing herself into his arms. She almost drowned in the warmth - just like a lost person freezing in the snow who encountered a bonfire. Even though he knew he would get burned if he jumped in, he still couldn't help but want to throw his whole soul into the fire.

'I really want to respond to him honestly...' Ozawa Yuka thought to herself, and she exhausted all her energy just trying not to cry.

"I can smell Mr. Tiandao's scent..." She breathed heavily greedily.

The man's breath was clean and warm, with a hint of the bittersweet aroma of coffee.

Yuka Ozawa unconsciously drew circles on the edge of the bowl with her fingertips, and she had no mind to think about anything other than Mr. Tiandao.

She somewhat hated her acting skills, which she was so proud of - how much of her fragile look with lowered eyes and pursed lips was deliberate?

When the obsession with revenge fades and the pitiful mask falls off, will this man walking in the light still stop for the cracked porcelain doll?

The warm water seemed to become boiling hot.

She bit the tip of her tongue lightly to suppress the urge to cry.

Let's extend this monologue a little longer...

Before the applause for the end of the performance, please allow her to hug the sun for the last time... without permission.

The steaming heat condensed into tiny beads on her eyelashes. Yuka Ozawa put down what she was holding and stood in front of the sink in a daze for a long time.

She prepared herself for rejection and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Mr. Tiandao..." She lowered her head and said pitifully, "Can I borrow your shoulder..."

"Is this what they call the true purpose revealed..." Tendo Souji was speechless and moved a little closer to her to make it easier for her to get closer.

He thought that after Miss Yuhua succeeded, she would smile cunningly and take advantage of him like before.

However, after tilting her head and gently leaning it against his shoulder, she still looked lost and sad.

Tendo Souji reached out to turn off the water, then remained motionless and let Miss Yuka lean on him.

He looked down and the person in front of him seemed to be about to break into pieces.

Yuka Ozawa gently hugged Souji Tendo, rested her head on his chest, listened attentively to the steady and strong heartbeat, and indulged in the warmth of the sun.

Mr. Tiandao did not refuse directly like before. Miss Youhua felt that she had a great advantage... Miss Youhua went up!

"Mr. Tiandao..."

"I am listening."

The front of Tendou Souji's shirt became a little wet. He reached out and gently stroked the girl's slender and smooth back, like stroking a frightened cat's fur.

The person in my arms was sobbing and trembling slightly.

Yuka Ozawa gently pressed her cheek against Souji Tendo's chest, tears sliding down her nose and onto the overlapping lapels of their clothes.

The March night wind seeped in through the gaps in the screen window, ruffling her thin nightgown, but it couldn't blow away the bitterness choking in her throat.

"My father left me before I could remember anything. It was my mother who raised me."

"Where my memories begin... there's only my mother's frail figure." She rubbed her face against his warm chest, her tone as if reading a bedtime fairy tale, her eyes filled with nostalgia. "Every time it was the anniversary of my father's death, she would cry secretly, then hug me and say, 'Yuka, loving someone else is a lonely and sad thing.'"

"So lonely and sad..." Yuka Ozawa moved her lips silently, repeating the word as if talking to herself.

"Mr. Tendō..." She gradually tightened her embrace, as if she wanted to rub this man into her flesh and blood. "My mother told me: In the past, there was no word for 'ai' in Japanese. 'koi' was the only word used to describe the admiration between opposite sexes."

"Because of your existence, I think I understand why poets of the Manyo period wrote 'love' as 'lonely sadness' - when they develop feelings for someone, they feel a sense of loneliness and sadness. This feeling of longing for someone alone before love arrives is not about love, a bond, or a promise with someone, but simply about describing the person standing by their side in the distance."

Tendou Souji had heard the other party say passionate confessions such as "I like you/I like you the most..." many times, but none of them were as touching as her true feelings at this moment.

He did not respond to the hug, but he also did not push her away ruthlessly as he had done before. Instead, he continued to listen quietly to the girl's feelings.

"Mr. Tiandao... To me, you are that person..."

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Chapter 40 This pastry is too sweet!

Ozawa Yuka paused and continued her confession, "The ancient Greeks said that humans were originally complete individuals with two heads and four arms. It was only after being split apart by the gods that they began their eternal pursuit."

What she didn't say was that even if this confession would be rejected by Mr. Tiandao like before, she was willing to be like Daphne, crushed by Apollo's chariot, and carve her love into the rings of the tree the moment she turned into a laurel tree.

"Each of us is only half a person, like the half of a coin that children keep as a keepsake, or like a flatfish that is split in two. Each of us is always searching for the half that matches us, and I believe that you are the half that is destined for me."

"No—" Ozawa Yuka shook her head vigorously, looked up at the man's deep eyes, and fell into obsession, "It's better to say that after meeting Mr. Tiandao, I can no longer imagine my life with anyone else as my other half!"

Tendo Souji looked down and saw the warm yellow ceiling light casting a shadow under Miss Yuka's wet eyelashes. Drops of water slid down her trembling fingertips, blooming tiny silver flowers on the tiles.