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

For a girl who bears the "blood debt" of half the universe, adding two more will not hurt.

"Calm down, Origami. Didn't I tell you that? You must stay calm at all times and in all situations. When a person loses his reason, he has already lost."

"But...but! Sister Yuan, Tsukino is missing!"

Putting down the pot in her hand, the girl came out of the kitchen with two standard "bacon and egg" combinations, and then slowly poured a glass of water for Origami, who was still panting.

Then, under Origami's puzzled gaze, the girl took out the letter left by Tsukino from behind the counter and handed it to Origami.

"Oh."

Unlike Origami, who was a little upset, Madoka and the girl, who had already seen the letter left by Tsukino (Miku), were completely confused and even a little worried about the young girls in the surrounding area.

By the way, one of the two breakfasts just prepared is for Xiaoyuan.

Although the two no longer need to share a body, due to identity issues and the possibility that they may need to act separately in the future to create an alibi, Xiaoyuan still chooses to hide in a secret base in the basement.

However, three meals a day still need to be prepared for two people. Although the body is made up of spiritual power, the most basic eating needs and physiological reactions still exist. After all, a certain cute foodie is also an elf, and the girl has never seen her suppress her appetite.

Daily necessities, mobile phones, clothes for changing throughout the year, underwear, etc. all need to be prepared in new quantities.

From the length of their hair to their measurements, weight, appearance, figure, and sensitive parts, the two people's data are identical. But no matter what, it is still psychologically unacceptable to use the same toothbrush.

"Men are all pigs... Sister Yuan, what on earth did you teach Tsukino?!"

The corners of Origami's mouth couldn't stop twitching. The more she read the letter, the more she felt her brain trembling.

Destroy people tirelessly.

If the smiling girl in front of her succeeded in obtaining a teacher's certificate, she would surely receive this kind of evaluation.

After such a long time, Origami carefully recalled the words she used to comfort herself... Listen, do you think these are words a human would say?

She has a cute face, and she comforts a child with a caring big sister tone, but at the same time, she encourages her to seek revenge like a devil... This is incitement, right? Definitely incitement, right? !

Yes, that’s exactly what was written in the letter.

The handwriting was done in one go without any hesitation, so it was not forged afterwards. Judging from the smell and color of the ink, it was indeed the brand that Tsukino usually liked.

Origami and Tsukino's friendship is far stronger than that of others, perhaps because they both lost their parents, or because they are both girls with delicate and cute looks, or because it is fate and gravity, in short, the bond between them is exceptionally deep.

"It's a very normal education. Teach students in accordance with their aptitude. It's really not what people should do to arbitrarily distort other people's sexual orientation. After all, humans are free. As an elder, all I should do is ask her whether she follows her heart."

Probably, it was through this incident that Tsukino saw clearly how bad these passers-by fans who changed their wives all year round were, which led to a slight deviation in her sexual orientation?

The girl remembered it very clearly. The last time she went to her house, there was a poster of a tough guy star with the style of the governor on the wall... Does this count as going from one extreme to another?

"But it's weird for a girl to like a girl, no matter how you think about it, right?"

Origami raised her eyebrows and looked at the girl in confusion.

"Man, big tits, as long as there is love, it's okay even if two men are together, gender is not a problem!"

Speaking of which, in the original work, Origami did see Shidao dressed as a woman and mistakenly thought that he wanted to be a girl. She made serious preparations to become a man in Thailand and come back to marry "Shiori", but it was explained clearly and the plan was strangled in the cradle.

"So, Sister Yuan... do you like men or women, or do you like to help her?"

"Pfft...cough cough cough, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Faced with this question that hit her weak spot, the girl choked while drinking her coffee.

It's not that she doesn't dare to answer. The girl doesn't mind how others look at her. She has no relatives in this world, and no elders will nag in her ears, saying things like "You are thirty years old and still haven't found a partner to marry. Are you planning to make our family extinct?"

Few people can achieve this feeling of being able to live with peace of mind.

"Just curious."

There was no fluctuation in Origami's eyes, and she addressed the girl in a perfunctory tone.

"I see, Origami, let me be frank with you... I like women. Although my body is a woman's, I see myself as a man in my heart. Also... what the hell is futanari? Does that really exist in reality?"

Although she was learning about makeup and skin care, and tried her best to familiarize herself with the colors of lipstick, there was no doubt that the girl had never considered herself a girl.

Besides, wearing makeup is not a privilege reserved for women.

"..."

But for some reason, Origami seemed to look at the girl with a bit of eagerness, just like the feeling of freshness and eagerness to try that was born when one was on a boat crossing the ocean and saw a new continent.

Well, it's like opening the door to a new world.

Is it an illusion?

Chapter 34: First Contact

"Hey, hey, hey?! Did Origami take my breakfast?...Lin, you're overdoing it!"

She rubbed her eyes in a daze and climbed out of the bed. After hearing that her meal had entered Origami's stomach, Madoka punched the girl's chest with her little fist.

But what she minded was not the food itself, because to be honest, Xiaoyuan's cooking skills were better than someone else's. What she cared about was that she missed the breakfast made by the girl herself.

Sometimes, in addition to filling your stomach, food is also given special meanings in some cases, like the chocolates given on Valentine's Day. Obviously, it is just store-bought chocolate that has been melted and poured into a mold, but after this process, the factory-produced goods sold in the store have become handmade products that the maker has created with love.

——Humans, sometimes they are really pretentious.

"It's just breakfast. Besides, Origami is not an outsider, right? Grandma said that children are the future of the world. Letting children go out hungry is equivalent to destroying the future."

"Wake up, your grandma is mute. She was unable to speak because her vocal cords were damaged in an archaeological accident before you were born."

The girl's parents were an archaeologist and a folklorist respectively, and this profession was inherited from their parents, but it was discontinued in the generation of the girl and her brother, and ultimately the family failed to inherit their father's business.

"... Oops, I forgot I shared memories with you."

In fact, after coming to this world, not only did the time traveler share her memories with Madoka, but Madoka also gave her own memories to her. The two of them can be said to be very close, and they have had in-depth negative-distance contact with each other.

"...Ah, that's right. Not only that, those bad things I don't want to see also flowed into my mind, and there are also the Twelve Magical Devices. Really, can't you play some normal games?"

"But the games from China aren't fun to play, and the computer I had before I traveled through time couldn't handle the poorly optimized games from Japanese companies, not to mention the European and American masterpieces. Apart from writing words every day, I can only slack off and play GAL to find inspiration... I was a deadbeat author who liked to play crappy games before I traveled through time. I'm really sorry!"

"It's rare to be born as a human being with rich emotions. Can't you do something more meaningful?"

Angrily patting the device beside her, Madoka loudly scolded the girl, as if she were a cute little sister who was disappointed with her otaku sister. However, in fact, when it comes to the degree of otaku, Madoka is even worse than the girl.

So the two of them are equally matched, and neither has the right to criticize the other.

"Something more meaningful... I really can't think of it. Also, don't plagiarize Evolto's lines for no reason. We are not aliens who devour planets... Oh, wait, I have to take a call."

Who could be calling at a time like this?

The girl's address book only has four numbers: Murasame Reion, Itsuka Ryuo, Tobiichi Origami, and Yoshiro Tsukino (Yuuyomiku). Of course, Madoka's phone number will be added in the future.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that the hands had just reached eight.

——Ryuo Gokawa.

It can be said to be a familiar, yet annoying name.

He was a slightly hunchbacked man wearing glasses and smiling, and he was also a friend of the store manager Ishido.

Aren't he and his wife on a business trip to the United States? There's no reason for him to call at this time, right?

I don't understand it at all, but I'll just answer it anyway. Maybe it's urgent.

"Madoka, this may sound strange and troublesome, but could you help me take care of Shidou?"

"what?"

"When I called home earlier, I heard from my little Kotori that Shidou had a bad cold. And Kotori is a clumsy kid..."

"..."

So, why don't you throw Shidou to Ratatoskr and use the manifestation device to treat him? Minor problems like this can be cured by using the manifestation device, just like using a microwave. If the girl remembered correctly, Gokawa Kotori has already joined Ratatoskr, right?

The whole family kept it a secret from Shidao, what was they trying to achieve?

Even though he said that, after all, the other party was an old friend of the store manager, so it wouldn't be nice to just reject him outright. He was just going to take care of a patient anyway.

"Okay, I see."

"Thank you very much. I'll leave my Shidou in your care."

You are a very bad old man.

The girl was not a fool, so how could she not hear the guy's teasing? It was just that similar jokes had happened more than once, and she had long been immune to this level of teasing.

What's more, your daughter is planning to marry your adopted son.

But Gokawa Shidao's face is exactly the same as your gay friend Somiya Shinji. Can you really not tell the difference at all, or did Mio do something?

"what happened?"

Fei Yuan, who was grabbing the quilt and trying to fall asleep, gave him a questioning look.

"Nothing, I was asked to take care of a future harem king... Well, I'll leave the store to you, Madoka."

"Yes, yes, I know."

Before the girl could finish her words, Xiaoyuan, who wanted to continue to catch up on her sleep wrapped in the quilt, was lifted up from the bed by her.

……

So cold.

It's hot again.

I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn't speak.

Although it is just a common flu and not a fatal disease, it is like a toothache, which is not fatal but will make the patient extremely uncomfortable.

Shidao, feeling dizzy, wrapped himself tightly in the blue quilt and lay motionless on the bed, like a lonely old salted fish in an empty nest.

My younger sister Kotori isn't here either. I heard that she went to participate in a training camp activity organized by the school.

It seems that in this cold and heartless world, only this quilt still has some warmth.

I might as well just die.

Shidao had thoughts of suicide more than once. When he was a child and had just been adopted by this family, he jumped out of the second-floor window and spent some time in the hospital.

——He was abandoned.

The young child thought so more than once, but as he grew older, whenever he recalled the only memories left in his mind, he could recall his mother's tenderness at that time.

Although I don’t have any specific or detailed memories, and even my mother’s face is not clear, the warmth of the past still remains between my fingers.

My mother must have suffered some unavoidable hardship.

Shidou, who was only thirteen years old, thought so.

However, inexplicably, the coldness in the house disappeared, and was replaced by a scorching heat like that of a scorching summer.

Yes, it's getting hotter and hotter... It's like it's burning...

All of a sudden, Shidou woke up with a start.

The pink-haired ball with lazy eyes and yawning was sitting on the bed drinking a cold drink, while the rest of the empty space in Shidao's room, which only had six tatami mats, was filled with electric heaters. The windows were sealed tightly, and even the gaps were sealed with tape to ensure that no wind could blow in.

"Hey, good morning, boy."

The girl, who was squinting her eyes and fanning herself with a fan, greeted him.

Chapter 35 But, it’s a man.

"…Did Dad ask you to come here, Sister Yuan?"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Shidou scratched his hair and looked at the pink-haired girl wearing an apron and cooking porridge in the kitchen.

The manager of the coffee shop that my father often goes to, Kaname Madoka, claims to be 22 years old, but in fact she looks incredibly young. She looks only slightly older than 13-year-old Shidao, like a girl of only about 17 years old.

There was no blemish on her fair and luxurious skin.

The pink waist-length hair swayed with the girl's movements. Her facial features were as delicate as if carved by a gold carving master, and her light golden eyes exuded a divine glow.

At first glance, she looks like a very cute girl.

If there is any shortcoming, it is probably the lazy eyes that ruin the overall temperament, and the frustrating behavior.

What's the point of having more than a dozen electric heaters piled up in your room?

She even told Shidao that this was to help him cure his cold... There's no need to use an electric heater to cover up the sweat, right? !