I want to become a Kamen Rider

This morning's trip was related to other members of the Knights Council.

Holding the silver-haired girl's hand, we walked into the bustling Ginza district, known as "Asia's most expensive place." Looking up, we saw towering buildings and unparalleled luxury.

The glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers reflect the sunlight, which falls and cuts through the streets, where upscale restaurants, shops, and clubs abound.

If you just walk into a store and pick up any item, you can probably easily empty his pockets.

Here, well-dressed elites hurry by, exquisitely made-up ladies carry designer handbags, and tourists hold up their cameras, marveling at the sight. This is a temple of consumerism, a vortex of desire, where every inch of space resounds with both glamour and alienation.

In a worldly sense, this place seemed out of place for someone who had once counted coins under a bridge and was now dressed in cheap clothes, but he himself didn't feel out of place at all.

He continued walking in with an air of nonchalance until he arrived at the entrance of a huge, upscale restaurant. There weren't many people in front of the entrance, and there weren't many people behind it either. This wasn't because the renowned restaurant had suddenly been neglected by the public, but because the entire place had been booked.

The preparatory meeting for the Grand Council of Knights, which will be held in Washington in two weeks, is being held here.

Representatives from the Knights Council from all over the world arrived early to discuss matters.

The reason the preparatory meeting was held here is because neither the Blue Island Knights Council nor the Japanese contract knights have the right to give face.

That being said, with his current clothes, he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the door.

In contrast, the people behind the door were all impeccably dressed and made up, after all, they represented the face of their respective Knights Council.

Some people need to arm themselves with gold and silver, while others only care about saving a few more lives.

He pulled the silver-haired girl along, but instead of heading towards the door that required "decency" to knock on, he turned around and skillfully circled to an inconspicuous corner on the side of the restaurant, where some miscellaneous items were piled up.

He casually bent his knees and squatted down against the wall, as if he were sunbathing in front of his own house.

The shadow of the tall building gently enveloped him, isolating him from the glitz and glamour inside and the hustle and bustle of the street, creating a brief, tranquil space just for him. The silver-haired girl followed suit, squatting down beside him and looking around curiously.

After waiting for a while, a girl dressed in a typical Japanese gyaru style came to the corner and found him.

The newcomer had a pure face and a hot figure, wearing hot pants and a crop top, with a voluptuous body. But only Fan Kang knew that she was the type whose appearance was completely opposite to her personality; even dressed like that, she would blush if he stared at her for a while.

As for why someone with this personality would dress like this, that's a historical issue from Qinglan Island, and it's pretty absurd, so you can skip it.

The girl put her hands on her hips, looked at him, and complained:

"Ah Kong is hiding in this corner again, it's really hard to find him!"

"No matter how many times I say it, I still want to complain. Just because I changed into Sora, you call me Sora? That's too hasty, Katagiri Nanase."

He reached out and gently lifted the silver-haired girl who was squatting on the ground like a kitten, and pushed her in front of Katagiri Nanase.

"Here, this is my newly recruited underling. Take her inside and have a good meal."

The silver-haired girl greeted them obediently and gently.

"Hello, I'm the boss's newest underling!"

The hot girl patted the silver-haired girl's head, then looked at him.

"Aren't you going in?"

"Just pass on my message, say that it was Kong who said it."

The girl she called Katagiri Nanase clearly wanted to say something more.

"But, Ah Kong..."

"Kamen Riders wear masks to hide their identities and pain, and to prevent their families and friends from being implicated. Let those small fry inside have their party, I'm not going in. Also, don't call me 'Kong' anymore, Mizutani and the others were just blown up last time."

"……I see."

Katagiri Nanase looked at him, opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words and led the silver-haired girl inside.

Watching Katagiri Nanase lead the silver-haired girl's figure disappear through the restaurant's side door, Fan Kang squatted back down in that corner. The world seemed to quiet down again, with only the distant sounds of the Ginza streets in the background.

He pulled a candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth. He squinted slightly, leaned back against the cold wall, and hummed a little tune, enjoying this rare moment of peace. Just then, the suspicious white alien creature on his shoulder jumped out again.

'Generally speaking, shouldn't one be looking bitter and resentful, feeling dejected for not being able to bask in the sunlight?'

"Your rare free time has turned into being frustrated by inexplicable things, right?"

He watched the bustling crowds on the street, many with smiles on their faces, and he smiled too.

'We all came here to freeload, but you didn't get a single meal.'

"Otherwise what? Do you expect me to go in and trigger all those plots like 'not recognizing a great man,' 'being shocked by his real name,' or 'having a life-or-death situation with a crooked smile'? I am Kamen Rider, not the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King."

Fan Kang complained.

The lack of jubilation, the absence of standing in the sunlight, and the failure to achieve a reputation commensurate with what they have done are all for the same reason as the difficulty in unifying the Knights Council.

Because he was fighting.

More precisely, it's because he's fighting that the problem doesn't seem serious at all.

Not so many cities were razed to the ground, not so many people lost their loved ones and friends, and not so many lives were lost in this era that should have been chaotic and disorderly. Naturally, it did not receive the attention it deserved.

This is the same principle as Bian Que's question.

Legend has it that Bian Que had two older brothers. Duke Wen of Wei asked Bian Que, "Among the three brothers, who has the most outstanding skills?"

Bian Que said, "My eldest brother is the best, my second brother is next, and my skills are the worst."

Duke Wen of Wei was puzzled. "But your eldest brother is unknown, and your second brother is only slightly famous. On the contrary, you, Bian Que, are a world-renowned divine physician."

Bian Que said that his eldest brother was the most skilled, eliminating the root of the disease before it even manifested, which made him difficult to be recognized by others. Only those in the know understood the level of skill he possessed. His second brother was slightly less skilled, curing patients before the symptoms first appeared, so the villagers thought he could only treat minor illnesses, and thus he only had a small reputation. But he was as useless as Bian Que, only treating patients when their conditions were very serious, when the patients and their families were extremely worried. He used acupuncture and bloodletting, and used poison to fight poison, which is why he was famous throughout the world.

Skilled warriors achieve no great feats; this has always been the case.

He solved all the problems, and then told everyone how serious it would have been if the original problems hadn't been solved. How could people who hadn't experienced the pain firsthand believe him?

To become a renowned hero is actually quite simple: all you need to do is rest normally, work, live your life, enjoy your youthful days, and only fight when the situation becomes extremely critical.

In that way, everyone will know his name, spread his story, and know how great Kamen Rider Kuuga is.

But many lives will be lost.

Seeing that he showed no sign of resentment, and having spent more time with him and gradually come to understand his sore spot, Cupid spoke again:

So, you came all this way just to freeload, but you didn't get a meal in the end! You didn't get to eat anything delicious! You didn't get a free meal! You didn't get anything good!

"Hiss, using this as an attack is a bit much..."

Just as he was about to retort and teach Cupid a lesson, the sunlight in front of him was suddenly blocked.

A silly-looking girl with bright, sparkling eyes appeared.

She held large platters of delicacies, stacked high, her face covered in cream and rice grains.

She stood there, bathed in sunlight, and opened her arms to him as if to claim credit:

"Boss, boss, I found so many delicious things!"

Chapter Seventy is my favorite.

Inside the upscale restaurant, the atmosphere is vibrant with clinking glasses, elegant attire, and soft whispers and laughter, creating a symphony of another world. But in a cramped corner near the restaurant's back door, cluttered with miscellaneous items, a completely different scene unfolds.

"Boss, this is delicious! Eat this!"

The silver-haired girl, who was even more beautiful than the most elegantly dressed noblewoman in the restaurant despite her bare face, blinked her eyes and presented Fan Kang with a roasted lamb chop adorned with fresh berries and drizzled with tempting sauce, as if offering a treasure.

Fan Kang had just taken a bite when she eagerly grabbed another plate: "Boss, that's delicious too! Eat that!"

This time it's tempura with a golden, crispy crust, still steaming.

Fan Kang looked at the rapidly piling-up food in front of him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, like a stray cat being overfed. The silver-haired girl, on the other hand, was like a happy little bee, flitting between the plates and continuously delivering all sorts of delicacies to him.

Don't use the power of time-shifting for such strange things as moving food.

Especially at the end, this guy, despite looking pitiful and clearly unwilling to part with her, still handed her his favorite cake:

"Ugh... Xiao Feng likes this the most, give it to the boss."

Fan Kang couldn't help but want to complain:

"Since it's your favorite, why are you sharing it with me?"

"Because this is Xiao Feng's favorite food, but Xiao Feng's favorite person is the boss."

The girl looked up, her expression serious.

Both are my favorites, but one needs to be narrowed down to the food category, while the other doesn't need any prefixes or suffixes.

He patted the girl's head.

"Don't use the word 'like' on me so casually in the future. You don't even understand what 'like' means."

"Isn't liking someone just about caring a lot, feeling happy when you get them, and sad when you lose them?"

"You're not wrong."

"So!" the girl exclaimed excitedly, as if she had received confirmation, "Xiao Feng likes Boss the most!"

She turned her head, with a childlike innocence and expectation, and asked in return:

"Does the eldest brother also like Xiao Feng the most?"

"...I can't like anyone."

A big question mark rose in the little head.

"Why?"

"Because the boss has a lot of things to do."

She blinked, as if she had figured something out. Her eyes sparkled, and she clenched her little fists. Her voice was full of energy and vitality: "If Xiao Feng helps Boss finish all these things, will Boss be able to like Xiao Feng?"

"……certainly."

"Great! Xiao Feng, you'd better work hard!"

The girl became very motivated.

Fan Kang smiled faintly and patted her head.

The cupid on his shoulder started being sarcastic again:

Even if you tricked a girl with amnesia into saying such things to you, don't you feel guilty, Kangjun?

"Why should I feel guilty? Aren't I kind enough? I fight so many battles every day, and I haven't turned evil."

'Have you ever considered what all this unnecessary tenderness and memories will mean to her once she regains her memory?'

Fan Kang thought for a moment, then tapped his hand in affirmation:

"It must be a rare treasure."

He originally tried to do a cute, gullible move like Hachiman Hikigaya's signature move, but then he remembered that Xiaofeng was there and it would be bad if Xiaofeng learned it, so he didn't do it.

Cupid shouted.

Shameless! You old fool!

“I stand at the very pinnacle of morality in this world, and your attempts to morally condemn me are futile.”

'It's amazing how you can always so readily admit to standing on the moral high ground during arguments!'

"Because I am honest."

'...Living too honestly is exhausting.'

"Maybe."

Fan Kang remained noncommittal and picked up a piece of bread.

While chatting with Cupid, the girl who had been dressed like a hot girl earlier reappeared.

With a hint of anxiety, she reappeared at the corner entrance and saw Xiao Feng squatting safely beside him, enjoying his meal. She visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I couldn't find anyone inside for ages, and sure enough, they came here to Ah Kong. Luckily they didn't get lost, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it to you."

"Don't worry, she knows the way."

The silver-haired girl chewed on a cream-filled bread, cream getting on the corners of her mouth. Fan Kang patted her head, and she naturally looked up. He then took out a tissue and carefully wiped it off for her.

He thought Katagiri Nanase would go inside after confirming, but instead, this guy strode towards him.

"Give way."

She even forced him to move to a different spot for her and squatted down as well.