Masked Rider, but kindhearted

The girl was dozing in his arms, sometimes giggling and laughing, sometimes pouting and asking for a kiss.

After a lot of maneuvering and exchanging skills and health points, no one got the first kill.

The two, their health and mana bars both in poor condition, stopped fighting and retreated to the tower to develop...

After such a tense, exciting and engrossing battle on the confrontation road... the girl, who had a poor alcohol tolerance and got drunk without permission, finally ran out of energy to struggle, and the dim room returned to peace.

"It would be great if Yuka could always be this cute..." Tendo Souji felt a headache when he thought that Yuka Ozawa would become a crazy fangirl again after she woke up from her drunken stupor tomorrow.

"It would be great if Tiandao could always stay with me like this..." The girl rested her head on the man's arm, staring at his profile infatuatedly in the moonlight, her heart filled with emotion.

......

Miss Yuhua generously shared the midnight snack she had saved for him while she was half asleep. If he didn't eat it, it would be a waste of her kindness... What's more, the lovely girl crawled into his arms, blushing and acting coquettishly. This combo of a normal attack, a straight hit, and a critical hit was really hard to dodge except by becoming an avatar.

What if he was honest with me, or had a flying dragon on his face? With the sharp Thunder Sword in hand, he was already invincible!

......Except for the difficulty in breathing, the rest of the Tendō Souji has gradually gotten used to it and should be able to fall asleep. It's just a pity for the Thunder Sword Spirit on night shift.

Midnight snack...delicate and soft...probably a cake made with animal cream, and two fresh, pink strawberries covered in dew...

Tendo Souji calmly closed his eyes and savored the food... Seeing that he was eating her beloved midnight snack, the girl closed her eyes with satisfaction.

Unable to get a midnight snack and forced to stand guard, Lei Mingjian, a social animal, expressed his dissatisfaction with his master - out of anger, he had become so strong that he was indestructible...

Tendo Souji calmly warned the sword spirit, "his face was expressionless but his heart was filled with passion", this is what an outstanding Kamen Rider should be!

The girl's breathing became steady and long. He struggled to survive in the cracks, calmly smelling the remaining strawberry cake scent from his midnight snack, and fell asleep peacefully in this strange posture.

The next morning.

Tendou Souji was awakened by a sudden movement. As soon as he opened his eyes, everything went black...

Miss Yuhua was sneaking around like Jerry the Cheese thief, sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet splayed out, wiping the Thunder Sword repeatedly with a rag, as she hadn't slept all night because of her night watch duties.

Because its master was still sleeping, the Thunder Sword remained standing even though it was very sleepy. Facing Miss Yuka's unauthorized actions, it even emitted lightning and surged with fighting spirit!

That was his beloved holy sword, an important weapon in fighting against the impure entities!

She wiped the sword back and forth without wringing out the rag, and the water from the rag soaked the entire sword... What if it gets rusty?!

Although Miss Yuka had good intentions, after her companion returned tired from a day of fighting, she took the initiative to perform her duties as a logistics staff member and maintain his weapons while he was sleeping.

But this maintenance technique really needs to be studied and improved... Wiping so hard, and with so much moisture... This is already a waste of the weapon's lifespan, the Thunder Sword is wailing!

Feeling the helpless look of Tendo Souji, Ozawa Yuka seemed to have been rewarded. Instead, she became even more excited and worked harder to wipe the blade carefully with a rag, as if she was doing a great job.

"Your technique is too clumsy--" Tendo Souji wanted to scold loudly, but the lady's emotion moved him-mainly because the Thunder Sword was now completely wet, and the blade was shining with water. If he was not careful, it might slide into the scabbard with the wet liquid without deploying the energy protection shield... If that happened, it would probably really rust.

Moreover, if the power of thunder and lightning gets out of control, our mortal companions might be in danger of losing their lives...

If the Thunder Sword rusts...how can we fight the impure entity? No matter how we look at it, this is a matter of life and death!

Seeing Ozawa Yuka's wrong operation, the wet Thunder Sword almost returned to the sheath, and even the tip of the sword was immersed in it.

Hot, moist, tight, and with invisible obstructions... This is Tendou Souji's perception as he empathizes with the sword spirit.

Fortunately, the scabbard of the holy sword was alive, and it used up its last bit of strength to deploy an energy shield, preventing the Thunder Sword from returning to the scabbard with the liquid.

The Holy Sword's scabbard was custom-made, and the interior space was extremely narrow. What if the lightning force conducted electricity along the liquid and damaged the scabbard?!

Out of his love for the weapon, he finally couldn't help it. He grabbed the Thunder Sword and pulled it out with a "pop", splashing water everywhere.

"Ms. Yuuka—" Tendo Souji tried his best to suppress the rage rising in his stomach, staring at her expressionlessly, "From just now until now...how long are you going to procrastinate?"

"Hmph~ You were calling me Yuka last night, but why did you change your name after waking up... Mr. Tiandao~"

The girl refused to give up this job. She struggled with him with her legs. The rag leaked more liquid under the squeezing. The Thunder Sword and the scabbard seemed to be close to each other, as if they were about to slide into each other in the next moment.

"Yuuka, don't go too far."

He felt the sword spirit's wail, and was afraid that his beloved holy sword would get wet and rust in its scabbard; he was also worried that the holy sword would be too hard to break during the struggle between the two; and he was also worried that the power of lightning would endanger the girl's life...

As a last resort, Tendou Souji had to let go of her hand and let her come.

Looking at the soaked Thunder Sword and the wet sheets, his vision went dark. This wasn't just a matter of the rag not being wrung out thoroughly... Had this woman simply pulled the rag out of the water and started wiping the sword?!

Thunder Sword's hand was itching to fight... The violent power of thunder surged within the holy sword. Even the master of the holy sword, Tendō Souji himself, could not stop the sword spirit's strong desire to fight.

Finally, the lightning power contained in the Thunder Sword burst out, creating a conductive effect with the water stains on the bed... The holy and pure white lightning power gushed out continuously.

The second volume of the Magic Lamp Shark transforms lightning into liquid form. Amidst the lightning and thunder, the girl's flat white belly is filled with the fatal wounds. The idiot Yuhua suffers the consequences of her own actions and is electrocuted and falls on the bed, convulsing and trembling.

Fortunately, the scabbard's protective shield appeared, and with the cooperation of Tendou Souji, most of the thunder energy beam was guided to the abdomen, which was not fatal.

As the chosen one of the Holy Sword, he was immune to most damage, but he was too close to the enemy when he released this fatal move, and the recoil still stunned him, temporarily holding him in place.

"Ms. Yuka, what if this fatal move hits your vitals..." Tendo Souji felt helpless. He sighed as he looked at the girl and wiped the liquid off her body with a tissue to prevent the remaining lightning from conducting electricity along the water element and causing her hidden injuries.

"Well... then let my descendants accompany Mr. Tiandao and fight together as companions~" She seemed to have no intention of reflecting on herself at all.

——"Mr. Sword Spirit has released his desire to fight. It feels good, doesn't it?...Me too~"

——"What do you think of your life? This isn't just about enjoying the battle..."

After countless trials and tribulations, he has a majestic physique that is obviously suitable for fighting...an endless desire to fight...and a natural talent. After accumulating energy and chanting, he can reach the level of forbidden water magic to destroy the world.

As a man who had been chaste and peace-loving for 20 years, he really couldn't understand why this woman could be so warlike, even so terrible as to despise life, and not hesitate to let her descendants inherit her fighting spirit, but would rather follow her inner desire and fight to her heart's content.

......

After a long time, Tendo Souji had changed into his work uniform for today, but Miss Yuka was still lying limply on the bed, shivering from time to time. It seemed that she had been electrocuted and was unconscious, paralyzed and unable to move.

Alas, this foolish woman who overestimated her own abilities, had no resistance to lightning at all, and dared to confront his thundering sword without even wearing protective clothing, now she has suffered the consequences...

Inside the room, the sheets and quilts were damp, and the air was filled with the smell of burning electricity. The girl entered the defeat CG in a miserable state. Looking up along the snow-white and smooth scenery, one could see that her face was flushed, still lingering with the aftertaste of being killed instantly by a silky little combo in a single fight.

"Yuka, you always act like a scoundrel. How can you be her companion with a clear conscience?" Tendo Souji squatted beside the bed and looked at her. After consuming the violent power of thunder and lightning, he entered the sage mode at this moment. His eyes would not be deceived by the other party... by the other party's illusion of being unable to resist.

The delicate and shy girl, the smell of burning filled the room, her delicate body lying there, his battle instinct told him: Wow! The enemy is already so weak, it's time to attack with all our might...

——The so-called battle is to fight with all your strength!

...His holy sword, after a restrained and less than exciting battle, was still as sharp as ever, revealing to him a strong desire for battle!

"Mr. Tiandao~" Ozawa Yuka's pupils were dilated by the electric shock, and she stuck out her tongue and hummed weakly, revealing a satisfied smile that showed that after a fierce battle, she was defeated but gained invaluable experience. "Well... I like you... I'm so happy~"

"I really can't do anything with you..." Tendo Souji's stomach was still boiling with anger, but the girl's attitude made him unable to rebuke her. After all, she had only wanted to help him out and maintain his weapon, but she had simply made things worse...

"We are companions, hehe~" Yuka Ozawa couldn't even muster the strength to move her fingers. After all, she was just a weak girl. She was lucky to be able to speak after facing the fatal blow of the Holy Sword.

——"Well...we are innocent~"

The girl muttered, her mouth slightly open, her tongue half out, and she fell into a deep sleep.

It looks like this woman has to skip work...Tendo Souji picked up the light green cell phone on the bedside table and asked for leave for her.

The sheets and quilt were completely wet, as if there had been a devastating flood... It was not okay to just let her sleep here like that.

He carried the girl to her room, wrapped her in a blanket, hesitated for a moment, and then gently kissed her forehead.

"As a comrade who has fought alongside me until now, if she sustains any hidden injuries, I will take responsibility..."

Tiandao Souji thought so.

As for his own room, he would have to clean it up later - he had been dithering for so long... In order to prevent the girl from suffering life-threatening injuries, he had to clean the remaining lightning power from her body, and wipe the Thunder Sword with dry paper towels... If he didn't go out now, he would be late!

......

On the streets of Fuuto, Tendo Souji sat on a motorcycle, took off his helmet and rested in the fresh air.

Today's workload is not too heavy:

He defeated an unknown, small-time, doppelganger, arrested four or five would-be criminals who hadn't had time to transform, and signed autographs for fans who had followed him to the police station...

During a break from work, Tendou Souji was daydreaming as he enjoyed the comfortable breeze, and thought to himself - the wind was so peaceful today.

......

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Chapter 86: When did Yashuzi come? (4K)

While taking a break and reflecting, even though he always kept a clear distinction between work and life, he couldn't help but think back to what happened that morning...

A private duel between companions, fought for the pure enjoyment of battle.

"She only sustained severe injuries to her thighs and lower abdomen. The damage didn't penetrate her internal organs, so it shouldn't get any worse..."

Tendo Souji, the man who had everything under control, was rarely upset.

Although he guessed this in his heart, as a responsible Kamen Rider who upholds justice, he still walked into the daily necessities convenience store honestly.

Due to the frequent occurrence of adulterated crimes, over time, Fengdu has developed a special civilian technology - a simple self-test device.

It is specially used to respond to emergency cases. Fengdu residents can use it to conduct self-examination and verify the severity of their physical injuries.

Wearing a mask to cover his face, Tendo Souji calmly bought a simple self-testing device and prepared to take it home to check Miss Yuka in a few days to see if her injury had recurred.

After placing the long, stick-shaped simple self-test device in the openable trunk of his motorcycle, he put on a helmet and continued patrolling along the street.

......

When Tiandao Zongsi was clearing the daily tasks refreshed on Monday, on the other side.

In a place in Fudu where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are found, the Minghai Detective Agency.

With the departure of the famous detective Shokichi Narumi, an expert in doping cases in Fuuto, this place has become much more desolate.

Narumi Shokichi announced that he was going on a business trip, and all affairs were taken over by his disciple Sa Shotaro during this period. In fact, it was because of the arrival of his daughter Asuko, and in order to avoid the true love bomb in his body from hurting her, he had to resort to this last resort.

He himself was staying at the innermost part of the secret base, currently sitting at the same table with the masked woman, forming the middle-aged and elderly retired group (×) / reliable senior group (√)...

——In order to prevent his immature disciple from letting the cat out of the bag, he didn't tell Shotarou about this.

At this time, a young girl who had not yet grown out of her childishness followed the map in her hand and came to the door of Ming Hai Detective Agency.

She pushed the door open without hesitation, and seeing no one on the first floor, she walked up the stairs. On the second floor was a messy but clean room.

Shotaro Zuo was wearing a lavender shirt and a black vest, reclining in a swivel chair, holding an original English collection of detective stories, reading it with a look of concentration.

Hanging on the wall next to him was a model of a hunting rifle and two black and white top hats. Like his clothes, they were all from the famous clothing brand in Fengdu, "Wind Scale".

"Who invented English? I can't even understand it!" Shotaro Zuo posed for a long time without turning a page in the book.

Brother Tiandao is on duty at the Fuuto Police Station, Sister Yuhua is not feeling well and has taken leave to rest at home, Philip and the masked woman are studying memory in the secret base, and the uncle is nowhere to be found - he said he will come back after Asuko leaves.

Even with the restrictions of the true love bomb... it's still good to just watch from a distance, the uncle is really cautious...

Anyway, it’s so boring to be alone in the room!!!

"Give me a request, Kami-sama (God-sama)... Never mind, it's better to leave it as it is—a peaceful daily life, even if a little boring, is better than someone committing crimes under the influence of memories..."

Shotaro Zuo refilled his coffee cup with hot water and half-lay on the swivel chair, reading a book out of boredom.

At this time, the door on the second floor was pushed open.

Seeing a guest coming, he slowly closed the book, pretended to concentrate on staring at the event record report on the table, and observed with his peripheral vision.

"Middle school girl, when did you get here?"

A single ponytail, a baby face, a plain private airport, a bright yellow T-shirt, a pink jacket, and a large bag slung over one shoulder...

Judging from his tough reasoning full of manly wisdom, she should be a high school girl!

...Maybe it's a request to find Hajime who ran away from home?

He thought so, coughed a few times, turned around and looked at the visitor, and asked in a serious tone:

"Little sister...is there anything bothering you that you need help with?"

This guy has good taste in clothes, his shirt and vest fit him well, and he's not bad looking... He seems quite serious until he opens his mouth - but once he opens his mouth, he gives off a sense of unreliability...

"Is this Dad's apprentice? He looks so sloppy, probably a recent intern... When did Dad turn this house into a detective agency..."

Akiko walked up to Shotaro with a fierce look on her face, staring at him suspiciously. "Are you the 'Half-boiled' detective that's written on the sign at the door?"

"It's 'Hard-boiled'! Get it?" Shotaro Sae was extremely concerned about this. The other party had stepped on a landmine right in front of him, so he immediately corrected him, "Didn't you pay attention in English class in school? 'Hard-boiled' detective!"

"What a mess... I've never heard of anything like this!"

At this moment, the only thing in Akiko's mind was: "What are you talking about? Eat my slipper."