I, Madoka Kaname, am just a Kamen Rider passing by

In response to Origami's complaints, Madoka immediately retorted that after all, including the indifferent parents in the previous life and the Kaname couple, she already had two sets of parents in every sense, so if she recognized another father, what would that be?

Is he a time traveler who recognizes his father and mother?

Xiaoyuan shook her head as if she wanted to throw the messy thoughts out of her mind.

"In short, you have to work hard for your future. Not only for yourself, but you have to live with the love of your parents who are no longer with you. As long as you are still alive, good things will happen one day, such as finding a boy you can entrust your life to or something like that?"

Under the gaze of Origami, the store manager, and Origami's aunt who remained silent the entire time, Madoka smiled and raised her hand to the girl, giving her a thumbs up. As if infected by the girl's smile, Origami nodded and gave Madoka a thumbs up.

……

"It really feels like a dream that I will never wake up from, Manager."

Walking side by side with Ishido Soichi on the commercial street of Tengu City, Xiaoyuan looked at the people walking around and the various shops, and couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Although it is a strange scenery, strange streets, and a strange world, Xiaoyuan is not alone. She has not been alone for a long time.

"But a dream that you can never wake up from will one day turn into sorrow."

The store manager's tone was unexpectedly serious, as if he had become the snake-skinned monster in Madoka's impression.

"Really? What nonsense are you talking about?"

The girl gently hit the manager Ishido with her little fist and puffed up her cheeks in anger.

"Sorry, sorry. I suddenly thought of a famous line from a morning drama and subconsciously wanted to say it in a cool way."

The store manager scratched his hair and apologized to Madoka with a smile on his face. Although he said that, his tone did not sound like he was reflecting on his actions.

"But, Xiaoyuan, you are right. Good things will always happen in life. Meeting you may be the only good luck in my life since Misora ​​left me." As if he remembered something, there was always a strange look on the face of Manager Ishido in Xiaoyuan's eyes.

"Don't say that, manager. I will always be with you." Hugging Ishido Soichi, Xiaoyuan buried her head in his chest.

The stone moves.

Xiaoyuan really didn't know how to evaluate this elder.

At first, she did have the idea of ​​taking advantage of the other party's sympathy and was a little wary, but as the two spent more time together, Xiaoyuan discovered that the store manager Ishido was just an ordinary person.

He would squat on the ground for a long time in pain because his fingers were pinched by the door. Occasionally, he would make the mistake of confusing salt and sugar when cooking, and in the end, Xiaoyuan and he could only pinch their noses to eat the pot of sweet and greasy cream stew. Occasionally, when Xiaoyuan finished dinner and called him downstairs, he would see the store manager staring blankly at the photo of him, his daughter and his wife.

He... is just an old widower who has lost his relatives.

It hurts.

Whenever the store manager stared at the photos in a daze, Xiaoyuan would leave quietly without making any sound and would never disturb him.

"I don't know anyone in this world, store manager. I can say that I am like a wanderer who can never return home, but you took me in regardless of my identity and trusted me. I received your kindness. I am the one who should say that it is great to meet you."

Letting go of the store manager's body, the girl jumped back a few steps lightly, then turned her back to him and slightly tilted her head.

Under the clear blue sky, in the warm eyes of the tipsy afternoon, the girl expressed her feelings.

"It should be me, Manager. Please give me guidance in the future."

Shining.

In the sunlight, the girl's smile is like an angel descending from heaven to earth.

"Oh, yes, at this time we still have to..."

The girl seemed to remember something, so with the store manager's look on her face, which said, "As expected, I knew you were going to play this trick on me," she turned her back to him and leaned back at a 45-degree angle.

"Manager, let's go have barbecue together tonight!"

The girl's energetic shouts and the smile on her face are very comforting, but... Manager Ishido always has the urge to throw a flying knife. I don't know why, but whenever he mentions barbecue, he wants to find a flying knife and throw it out.

Silently putting away the medical record in his pocket, Manager Ishido sighed helplessly.

PS: I wonder if the plot is progressing a bit slowly.

By the way, initiate a vote (implying votes)

Itsuka Shido.

Itsuka Shiori.

Which one do you prefer?

Chapter 8 At this time, an anonymous person revealed his experience

A sweet and happy daily life is also a poison that people cannot give up.

The girl gently wiped the glass in her hand until there was no trace of dust or stain left, then she breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

In Japan, where the competition is huge and everyone is busy dealing with the boss's sarcasm and stupid clients' constant demands, the girl with long pink hair can enjoy her warm daily life leisurely.

There is no sharp knife behind you urging you to move forward at work, and you don't have to be squeezed into a subway car like a can of sardines like an office worker.

The hustle and bustle of struggle is too far away, and all I have to face every day are the aunties in the vegetable market and the customers in the coffee shop.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, watch the happy expressions on customers' faces as they drink their coffee in the store.

What could be happier than this?

Now that I think about it, I only fought as Kamen Rider for about a month, which was just a blip compared to my long thirty years of life. But during this time, what I experienced, gained, and learned were far more than in the past.

Although it was short, it was a valuable experience that will be engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.

Of course, she also lost a lot for this.

Even everything she had done was erased, and everyone forgot the girl's existence. She had no story, neither her story as a knight nor her story as a human being.

However, the girl did not regret it.

No one died, and no one suffered any misfortune.

That's enough.

"Speaking of which, the store manager seems to be a little strange recently. He is often not in the store. Where has he been? Customers have been complaining that my coffee is slightly inferior to the store manager's."

Xiaoyuan thought that her coffee-making skills were no worse than the store manager's, whether it was every detail, the temperature of the water, the technique, and even the coffee powder she ground by hand, but she was still not as good as the store manager.

Why was this happening? Did she make a mistake in some important step?

The coffee beans used as ingredients were all grown by the store manager himself, so why is there such a big difference?

The store manager always stroked Xiaoyuan's hair with a smile, and then said that if it were you, one day you would be able to understand the true meaning of coffee. What a weird thing to say.

[Indeed, I haven’t seen the store manager for almost the entire day recently. When he is in the store occasionally, he always holds a photo of his family. I can’t tell why, but I always feel a little uneasy.]

Madoka, who had been lazing around in the room deep in her heart and catching up on the anime through the girl's memories, suddenly popped up and responded to the girl.

"Well, things will always get better. I... believe in the manager."

[“Believe” is such a strange word, because if it is a sincere trust, there is no need to say “believe”, it only needs to be understood, no need to express it in words. Because there is doubt, so we believe... Is that what you mean? ]

“… Even so, I don’t want to admit that saying “believe” feels like a lie.”

[Well, the so-called "belief" is "want to believe". Such words are full of hope.]

"Life is always imperfect, and there is nothing we can do about it. Nothing in this world is perfect. This is what I understand after becoming Kamen Rider."

The wind chimes hanging on the store door suddenly rang, and the conversation between the girl and Xiaoyuan came to an end.

The girl looked towards the door and saw a strange person wearing a mask and sunglasses, with even her hair hidden in a knitted hat, walking into the store. Not only that, she was looking around, as if checking if there were other customers in the store.

"..."

[Stare, very suspicious]

Just like Madoka said, this guy is super suspicious.

In broad daylight, just drinking coffee, is it necessary to dress up like this? It's like a nerd who was caught by the police for exchanging notebooks in private and was mistaken for trading contraband.

In the girl’s impression, the only people who would dress like this in broad daylight are those who like to show off their body and criminals in order to avoid being recognized by fans and getting into trouble!

But those who love to play with Ai Doulu, although they are actually on the 18th line in the Japanese entertainment industry and are not even as well-known as actors in special effects dramas, no matter what, they will naturally deliberately create a youthful, beautiful and flawless image in order to sell their personas. They will definitely not have anything to do with this unknown coffee shop in a remote alley. Moreover, how could the manager Ishido, who has the image of a silly old father, know Ai Doulu!

In this world, there are only a handful of customers who know about this coffee shop.

Thoughts flowed much faster than time. After making a judgment, Xiaoyuan subconsciously touched the anti-wolf spray and baseball bat that were always available under the counter.

Although he was confident about the public security in Tengu City, Manager Ishido still prepared these things for Xiaoyuan because he had to be on guard against others.

Then, under the girl's gaze, the man said nothing, and walked straight over after she noticed the girl's presence.

"who are you?"

Unlike her suspicious appearance that was wrapped tightly, her voice was exceptionally pleasant to the ears. It was not like Origami's soft loli voice, nor was it like Homura's slightly hoarse girlish voice. It was more delicate, like a fairy from a fairy tale. No, compared to a fairy, it was more like the charming impression given by the Sirens in Greek mythology.

"Huh? I'm a clerk in this store, isn't that a matter of course? Well... although I also have a part-time job as a bridesmaid."

This guy is really weird.

Inexplicable.

However, since he didn't do anything, it means he was a customer... How troublesome, why are all the customers in this store such weird guys?

Following the gloomy woman who makes scarecrows all day long, the otaku who likes paper dolls and calls himself a dimensional lover, Ryuo Gokawa who confesses his love to Madoka on behalf of his adopted son who goes to junior high school, and I hate my own Tobiichi Origami, this time it's a strange girl of unknown identity.

"Look at the bridesmaids...it looks like that stubborn idiot uncle has finally come to his senses."

This strange girl spoke slowly and her voice gave people a familiar feeling, but for a moment Xiaoyuan couldn't remember where she had heard it.

"Well, sir, from what you said, it sounds like you know the store manager?"

The girl scratched her cheek, and after letting down her guard a little, she looked at the other person in confusion.

"That's right, but the relationship between me and uncle is more than just an acquaintance."

As if it was a magic trick, the unidentified girl just casually opened her hand, and the mask and sunglasses on her face disappeared. She took off her hat, and her long silver-purple hair fell down.

"My name is Tsukino Aoi, and I was taken care of by Uncle Ishido for a period of time."

no doubt.

The face that appeared in the girl's eyes, plus the name.

[It's Yui Miku from her human period, Lin]

For some reason, there was a hint of gloating in Madoka's tone.

Chapter 9: The Future Called "Yuuyomiku"

“This store really hasn’t changed at all.”

Glancing at the decoration and layout that were no different from three years ago, Tsukino, who was lying on the table, muttered softly.

How do you view this man, Ishido Soichi?

After her parents died in a car accident, her parents' friend, Ishido Soichi, temporarily became Tsukino's guardian. She also lived in this store for about half a year before being taken away by relatives who had finally divided up her parents' inheritance.

Although she only spent a short six months with Ishido Soichi, there is no doubt that when Tsukino was in despair and loneliness, the sudden appearance of the store manager was like a ray of candlelight that illuminated her way forward. Even though the flickering candlelight seemed like it would go out at any time, it was still the brightest light that guided Tsukino in the darkness.

Even if one day I hate all the men in this world, I will never hate Ishido Soichi. He has an incredible temperament and is a man who can make everyone feel at ease.

However, his gentleness is not only directed at Tsukino. The girl is very clear about this. The manager is kind to everyone. When he sees someone in trouble, although he says that this is a headache, he will take action first.

Afterwards, he would say to the young Tsukino with an apologetic look on his face that he might have a disease that made his body want to help others involuntarily.

Glancing at Madoka, who was busy behind the counter, Tsukino let out a long sigh.

I finally found some time and ran out without telling the office, but in the end I didn't meet the person I wanted to meet.

"Here, the cappuccino you ordered. Since I didn't know what flavor you liked, I chose a slightly lighter, moister one. You shouldn't mind, right?"

Cappuccino is generally divided into two types: dry and wet. The so-called wet cappuccino refers to a cappuccino with less milk foam and more milk. The milk aroma covers the strong and pungent coffee flavor, which is suitable for people with light taste. The dry taste is heavier.

"It's ok."

Nodding politely, Tsukino took a sip from the cup, then frowned at Madoka's expectant gaze.

"It's not bad, and it tastes much better than canned coffee. It's worthy of being sold as a coffee shop, but... it's still not as good as Uncle Ishido's."

This is a very fair evaluation. In fact, other customers in the store also gave the same evaluation of Xiaoyuan’s coffee. Of course, the desserts received rave reviews.

Even the store manager has complained that Madoka’s coffee has no soul, but what is the so-called soul of coffee? Is it adding nebula gas or mixing ashes into coffee?

"Sister Yuan, do you mind being called that?"