My youth story cannot be a knight war

To show his respect for this courage, Gadoru gave him a death most fitting for a warrior—severing the officer's head with a single swing of his sword, so swiftly that he had no time to feel the pain before his life was taken away.

Footsteps sounded, and Dorudo, draped in a white robe, holding the stone abacus, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, moving the beads with his hands as he walked.

[“…Three hundred and fifty-four people in total. Completed.”]

Dorudo shifted the black beads and glanced at the five female police officers huddled in the corner. They huddled together nervously under the gaze, their eyes filled with visible fear as they looked at the two men.

"Don't you want to kill them?"

"I told you, I only attack warriors."

Gadoru said coldly, standing in this hell he had created. He looked around and uttered words that were slightly disappointed and dissatisfied.

"How vulnerable! Aside from Kuuga and Daguber, is there no stronger warrior in Rindo?"

[At this moment, a rapid sirens blared from outside. Dozens of police cars drove in from the highway one after another. Armed officers exited one by one and surrounded the exit, pointing their guns at Gadoru and Dorudo standing inside. Everyone's expression was extremely tense.]

[“Although he’s weak, it seems that Linduo still possesses the most basic courage.”]

"Then, die beautifully."

Gadoru spoke with interest, looking at the infrared rays focused on him. He walked towards the police officers and placed the head in his left hand on the counter nearby.

“Fire!!!”

All the officers' already tense nerves snapped upon seeing their colleague's head on the counter, facing them, his expression still etched with anger and determination. Following the commander's hysterical roar, dazzling sparks erupted from all the muzzles simultaneously, and a hail of bullets completely enveloped Gadoru as he walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department entrance.

"vomit……"

Looking at the head placed on the counter on the light screen, Ishigami Yu's iron-green face twitched violently. He grabbed the trash can next to him with one hand, and a dull vomiting sound was heard after he buried his face in it.

"...Damn it! These damn beasts!"

After a long moment, he finally raised his pale face, reaching out to grab a few tissues and wipe the filth from the corners of his mouth. He stared at the screen with a look filled with pure hatred. Even in middle school, when he was slandered and alienated by everyone, Ishigami Yu had never shown such a look. It was like the pain of molten iron surging in a furnace.

Ishigami Yu simply cannot accept the atrocities committed by the Gurongi because he is also a human being. Seeing his own kind being slaughtered like pigs and dogs is something that no morally normal human being can accept.

He once again realized that the Gurongi and humans could not coexist. Regardless of whether those creatures were once human or whether they became what they are today voluntarily, their current actions had caused this species to be completely abandoned by humans.

Moreover, the relationship between the two races is no longer as simple as life and death, but it is either you or me. There is absolutely no place for the Gurongi on this planet dominated by humans. Either all the Gurongi die, or humans are destroyed. There is no third future of coexistence.

"If there really are gods in this world... why did you create a race so alien to us humans?"

Ishigami Yu clenched his fists, his inner anger filled with nowhere to vent, making him unable to help but look up at the ceiling and question in a cold voice.

And of course, no one could answer his question.

【Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.】

"Citywide Notice! Citywide Notice!"

"All routes from Chiyoda Ward to Itabashi New Area are completely blocked. No motor vehicles or subways are allowed to pass. Residents along this route, please stay home and avoid leaving! I repeat—"

On the building's giant external screen, the morning news was abruptly cut short. The news anchor, having picked up a new document, sweated profusely as he reported the information issued by the Metropolitan Police Department. He spoke at a breakneck pace, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he held the document.

It's no surprise the host was so upset. The broadcasting building he was in was only about three buildings away from the Metropolitan Police Department. Through the windows in the corridor outside, he could clearly see the black smoke and flames rising from the windows of the Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the sound of gunfire that continued to echo and then fade away. In a sense, it was like being on the front lines.

However, the host lacked a war correspondent's pass, and so, overcome with unprecedented fear, he wished he could flee immediately. However, the tenfold salary and his superiors' orders compelled him to remain at his post. His voice was tinged with undisguised tears as he reported, but this had a profound effect. Seeing the host's expression, the entire television audience knew something truly catastrophic had occurred, and so they all hid in their homes, not daring to emerge.

Suddenly, the host's voice on the screen became distorted and warped, then the screen went black, and the strange particle stream reappeared.

The normally bustling streets were now deserted, but then the roar of an engine began to approach, and a motorcycle sped past.

This figure is none other than Zaimokuza. He's wearing his windbreaker while driving his motorcycle, while still wearing the waiter uniform he wears at the shop. This suggests he didn't even have time to change clothes after receiving the news, rushing towards Chiyoda Ward on his motorcycle.

He raised his head, his eyes anxiously gazing at the Metropolitan Police Department building looming at the end of his sight from beneath his helmet, and turned the handlebars even harder.

[“Damn it! Himena…”]

Thinking of his "ex-girlfriend" who still worked at the Metropolitan Police Department, Zaimokuza was filled with anxiety, but he remained rational and chose the fastest route to the Metropolitan Police Department.

[But after turning a corner, Zaimokuza slammed on the brakes, his pupils shrinking for a moment as he looked at the scene reflected in the windshield.]

Several police cars were blocking the road ahead, ablaze as they blocked the intersection. Several male officers lay in a pool of blood. A female officer also threw herself on top of one of the male officers, bursting into tears.

"Hey! Are you okay?!"

Zaimokuza immediately took off his helmet and ran over. The policewoman looked at him and cried out:

"It was Number 36! Number 36 did it! We lured it out of the Metropolitan Police Department, but it caught up with us! Everyone except me was killed!"

"Has that guy left the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Reluctantly reaching out to close the eyes of the male police officer before him, Zaimokuza looked at the female officer with a serious expression and spoke:

"Then number 36 is now——"

A huge explosion sounded on another street far away from here, and thick smoke rose up, blocking Zaimokuza's problem.

There was no need to ask anymore. Zaimokuza immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the black smoke.

"That's Toshima Ward... Can you lend me your gun?"

Without waiting for the policewoman's response, Zaimokuza bent down, grabbed the police revolver next to her, and quickly ran to the side.

"Hey! What are you doing—"

"Henshin!"

A blue light flashed, and before the policewoman's eyes widened, Zaimokuza's body leaped to the top of a thirty-story building in the distance, his figure draped in blue armor.

[“Number Four…”]

The policewoman's whispers faded into the wind. Zaimokuza, having reached the top of the building, wasted no time. His green shoulder armor and light armor changed shape as the Yamadam stone at his waist gained fame. His gun also transformed into a hand crossbow of the same color.

Zaimokuza's senses rapidly increased after transforming into his Pegasus form. His eyes easily passed over the tall buildings blocking his path and saw everything happening in the area of ​​Toshima Ward where the black smoke was rising.

Next to several burning police cars, several officers pulled their pistol triggers in vain, firing bullet after bullet, but they couldn't stop the enemy's advance even once. A burly Rhinoceros Beetle-like Gurongi walked steadily towards the officers. Bullets hit his chest and fell to the ground, crushed by the feet that followed.

Zaimokuza immediately recognized this Gurongi, whom he had met once before. Having seen his strength, he couldn't help but increase the strength in his grip on the crossbow, but he still pulled the bowstring resolutely.

He didn't expect to defeat the opponent with this one strike, but at least he had to divert its attention and give the police officers a chance to retreat.

【"drink!"】

[A finger squeezes the trigger, the bows close together, and a cyan arrow flies across several kilometers, shooting towards Gadoru, who is facing away...]

……

【Metropolitan Police Department, Scientific Police Research Institute. 】

"Ms. Ebina! Are you there!?"

[Kousaka Kyosuke, arriving late, stepped over the broken iron gate and ran inside, shouting anxiously.]

"Here I am, Kousaka-kun~"

A female voice called from the left. Kousaka looked over to see a group of researchers locked in a nearby room, staring at him through bulletproof glass. Ebina Hime, the leader of them all, looked at Kousaka, who stood at the entrance, panting. She rolled her eyes in silence, then raised her right hand, which held a remote, and pressed a button.

The bulletproof iron door beside him rose heavily. Kousaka lowered his head and looked through the iron door, looking at the researchers who were all present, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, you're all okay."

"Ah~ That guy number 36, after splitting the door open with his sword, saw us huddled in this room and said nothing. He simply turned around and walked away, sword in hand."

Compared to the relief on Kousaka's face, Ebina's expression was unexpectedly unhappy, and he complained with his hands on his hips.

"Tsk! It seems like it doesn't even take us 'old, weak, sick, and disabled' seriously, and doesn't even bother to kill us—how dare a mere brute look down on us scholars! I'm so angry!"

"...Then you should be thankful that Number 36 doesn't look down on you scholars, because I'm the only warrior left alive in the entire Metropolitan Police Department."

[Kousaka's mouth twitched slightly at Ebina's complaint, but his eyes turned cold when he recalled the bloody scene he had just witnessed.]

【"Miss Ebina——"】

[“I know what you want to say. I’m ready for you.”]

Ebina pouted behind him, and all the researchers moved aside. The red armor fixed to the device came into view.

[Looking at the armor, Kousaka hesitated for a few moments before finally speaking again.]

【"Miss Ebina..."】

【"no."】

[What I was about to say was interrupted for the second time, and this time the other party's words were far more resolute than before, and they left no room for doubt.]

"Kousaka-kun, I know what you want to say, but absolutely not."

Ebina pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected Kousaka's silent expression. Behind the lenses, his eyes were as cold as the seal of an ice cellar, and every word was filled with chill.

"G1 isn't fully adjusted yet. Only about half of the most important defense systems are installed. If you were to use it now, Yoshiki wouldn't just have to deal with Gurongi No. , but No. as well."

"Reality isn't like a game where you can reload and restart. You were able to survive last time because Yoshiki didn't want to kill you and held back, and your erosion hadn't yet reached its limit. Plus, you had a lot of luck, so the incident was able to end that way."

"And with your current erosion rate, without any control equipment, there's a 100% chance of it getting out of control... Do you understand?"

【"……Understood."】

[He clenched his hands unwillingly several times, but after a mental struggle, he lowered his gaze and responded.]

……

The blue arrow, hidden in the air, traveled several kilometers in a matter of seconds, striking Gadoru's back.

[The attacked Gadoru paused for the first time, and the officer in front of him took the opportunity to immediately take his injured companion into another police car, which sped away with the engine revving.]

【“!”】

A red "Wind" totem appeared on the ferocious back muscles, but disappeared in the next second. Although he had expected this result, Zaimokuza was still shocked when he saw Gadoru suppress the energy contained in the attack in less than a second. This speed far exceeded any Gurongi he had faced before.

But he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the police car driving away. His goal had been achieved, the enemy's attention had turned to this side. All he had to do now was—! ! ! ! ! !

At this moment, an overwhelming sense of danger struck deep within him like a giant bell. Zaimokuza suddenly refocused his attention in Gadoru's direction, but what he saw instead were a pair of equally turquoise eyes, a raised crossbow—and a dark green ball of wind gathering at the firing port.

Gadoru pulled the trigger, and the wind ball transformed into an arrow, shooting towards Zaimokuza. The shrieking sound of the violent wind filled his entire hearing!

In less than a second, a dark green light traversed the two areas and struck the top of the building where Zaimokuza was located.

The next moment, the top of the building shattered, accompanied by a massive tornado and explosion. A blue figure broke through the dust and landed on top of another building nearby.

[“Damn it! Actually—”]

Zaimokuza, transformed into his Blue Dragon form, clutched his bleeding left arm as he watched the crumbling roof of the building. The terrifying destructive power and speed made his scalp tingle. The counterattack was so swift and ferocious, it completely exceeded his expectations.

From the power displayed by this one move alone, Zaimokuza understood that Gadoru's strength far exceeded any enemy he had faced before, and even the strongest No. 3 might not be able to match him.

[Thinking of this, he turned his gaze back towards Gadoru, not wanting to miss anything——]

【Snapped. 】

The feeling of the gun barrel against the back of his head made Zaimokuza's entire body stiffen instantly. Feeling the immense pressure from behind him, he felt as if his heart had been completely frozen by the coldness emanating from the gun barrel.

[A physical distance of several kilometers or more is like a straight line drawn on paper, then erased with plasticine, becoming zero.]

Gadoru, who had been in Toshima just seconds ago, now stood silently behind Zaimokuza on the rooftop of a building in Shinjuku, with the crossbow pointed at the back of his head.

It looked down at its fellow tribesmen and mortal enemies, and said in a cold and indifferent voice:

"You're finally here—KUUGA."

【when--】

[Without any further thought, driven by a sense of danger, Zaimokuza immediately turned back.]

But Gadoru pulled the trigger faster than him, and a cyan wind and light swept out, illuminating Zaimokuza's blue compound eyes.

23. Strong Enemy (5K)

The raging hurricane was bound into a straight line under the ultimate control, as thin and swift as light. The air was compressed, and even the sunlight was swallowed up.

[The wind arrow flashed with a fierce and blazing light, illuminating Zaimokuza's entire field of vision.]

Looking down from above, a dark green line about a hundred meters long suddenly appeared at the top of Shinjuku. This line swept across a ninety-degree angle and then disappeared completely.

The next moment, a violent roar spread from Shinjuku to the entire Tokyo area. Within the range of the thin line, all buildings over thirty stories tall began to burst into dazzling sparks from the 30th floor. The tall buildings, as tall as giants, slowly tilted to the side amidst the wailing. Shattered glass shards fell like a rainstorm. The trembling sound buried the cries of humanity beneath the ruins, and thick smoke rose into the sky.

The rising mushroom cloud formed an "umbrella" at least sixty meters high. Then, a dark shadow flew out from the top of the "umbrella" and flew rapidly into the sky.

[“%￥Buddy ＃@ is ＃@ alright ＃#?”]

"Ah... Thank you, Graham—Get out of the way!!!"