I'm really not Kamen Rider

"Until the last moment, she still knew one thing very well, that is, Kaoru Ichijo is Kaoru Ichijo, and Ichima Kamiyama is Kaori Ichima."

After carrying Rose Girl's body back to Kanto University Hospital, his best friend Shuichi Tsubaki restrained the body. Ichijo sat on a chair on the edge of the hospital corridor, his eyes staring blankly ahead, as if he was at the end of the hospital corridor. , there is something that requires him to stare like that.

Tsubaki Shuichi did not speak, but after untying his gloves, he leaned his back against the wall and looked at Ichijo's current appearance.

The social elite who was originally in a neat suit was now stained red with blood, and this and that bit made his body appear mottled and mixed.

There was a dazed expression between the messy hair, and his eyes were filled with hollow numbness.

His hands were crossed on his knees, and his head was hanging down, looking dazed, as if he had not yet come out of his inner thoughts.

"It's really strange." Looking at Ichijo's current appearance, Shuichi Chun suddenly sighed and said, "I have never seen such an expression on your face."

"This kind of state of mind is unnatural, just like..." Chun Xiuyi said in a short tone: "It's like my wife is dead."

Ichijo raised his head and looked at Chun Shuichi without saying anything.

"Although I don't really want to say this, you do look alike." Chun Xiu glanced at the room where the corpse was collected.

"I really didn't expect that it would be her who could make you like this."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ichijo choked back: "The person she desires is not me, and I will not let her..."

"Is that so?" Chun Xiuyi said: "Since I have known you, this is the first time that you have become mentally unstable because of a woman."

"Ask yourself, is this woman all in your heart now?"

One:…

"But that's not love." Ichijo retorted.

"I didn't say it was love." Chun Xiu waved his hand: "It's just that you, a guy who has never been able to hold a woman in his heart, now you are thinking about a woman. I find it very strange."

Ichijo glared at Tsubaki Shuichi fiercely.

"She doesn't have me in her eyes. To her, I'm just a person she misses when she sees me, not the person she really wants."

Even though he said that, I don't know why, but Ichijo's heart was filled with a trace of regret.

Just like the inexplicable sadness and relief before, this regret also came from such an inexplicable way.

"You may not believe it." Ichijo stood up and stared at the sky outside the window. There was no light in the dark night: "After she died, I actually felt a lot more relaxed."

"It was like something had left my body and left with her."

"It's psychological." Chun Shuichi patted Ichichi's shoulder: "It's almost time, and preparations for the operation are already underway."

"As for the Fifth Generation... I'll leave it to you." As he said that, Chun Shuichi gave one instruction.

He also understood that although Godai did not refute again, if he was really willing to accept someone's sacrifice to fulfill himself, the torment he would suffer in his heart would be quite serious.

Both Tsubaki Shuichi and Ichijou understand that even if the Fifth Generation really defeats Daguaba, Rick's sacrifice will make him unable to forgive himself.

At this time, someone needs to enlighten him.

Ichijou is such a person.

…

The stack of firewood was erected to hold up Hikaru Kuroda's body, and the swaying torches on the plateau pulled and twisted the standing figure of Tendo.

"At the last moment, if you choose to die like this, does it mean that you want to die as Kuroda Hikaru, or... you want to still treat me in the end..."

The wish answered by the listener Tiandao satisfies Kuroda Hikaru's desire. Under the music of the song of life, will the sea snake have any regrets about his choice?

The way of heaven was not clear, but he thought how great it would be if these things could be simplified.

The generation-to-generation hatred between the Gurungi and humans has destined that there is no possibility of coexistence between the two groups.

But in Gurangiri, there are also people who make different choices.

How simple would the problem be if there were such a kind of existence where there were only evil people and no good people?

There is no need to say anything else on that day, all you need to do is kill him on sight.

If only such a thing existed.

After thinking for just a moment, Tiandao threw the torch in his hand onto the pyre. In an instant, the blazing protective flame ignited the entire pyre in an instant. The rising flames swallowed up everything, and Kuroda Hikaru folded his hands on his lower abdomen. Above, the body with a peaceful expression gradually dissipated in the flames.

"Death is not the end, you just fell asleep temporarily." Tiandao whispered.

"From movement to stillness, it represents a reincarnation. Whether it is the hatred between humans and Gurungi, or the mission you bear, it ends the moment you die."

"I hope you can have new things in your new life."

"You don't have to carry this kind of hatred, you don't have to bear this kind of hatred anymore... Let's face a new life with a new attitude."

Facing the raging fire, Tiandao bowed slightly and sent Kuroda Hikaru's last legacy in this life as a friend.

Boom!

At the same time, a deafening roar suddenly came to Tiandao's ears, and at the end of his sight, a huge thunder that fell from the sky turned into a blue-white beam of light, fell from the sky, and suddenly hit the top of a high mountain.

Thunder and lightning fell, breaking the mountain, breaking the peak from the middle, slowly tilting and collapsing to both sides.

Tiandao:...

I don't know why this happened, but if this scene appeared in Neon, then there is no doubt that Tiandao would suspect that it was Daguba.

But now, he is located on the Pamir Plateau, and Daguba cannot appear here.

And the appearance of this beam of light falling from the sky always gives Tiandao a very familiar feeling.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He stayed here with Kuroda Hikaru for a long time, until the moment when the sun in the sky shone brightly, Tiandao used his mind energy to roll up a breeze, gathered Kuroda Hikaru's ashes together, and put them in a box.

…

The place chosen by Tiandao for Kuroda Hikaru's eternal resting place was a relatively flat area behind the temple of the wind angel.

After burying Kuroda Hikaru's ashes, Tiandao stepped back a few steps and bowed slowly.

When he raised his head, a stream of water-blue light rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky. It was so fast that it disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Following closely behind was a golden thunder, which also rose from the ground, but was a little dim and the speed was also a little weak, not as good as the previous stream.

Tiandao watched the two streams of light leave one after the other, and the divergent energy captured the conversation between the two streams of light for him.

"Don't go! Shui! Third Brother!! Believe me! It was just an accident, believe me!"

"Don't come on! Di and Feng have been paralyzed by you! That's not the power of creation at all! You just want to kill your own brother!"

"I didn't! Third Brother, how could I be that kind of person!"

"Then why are you chasing me!"

"Because I want Third Brother to see my essence! The essence of my power of creation!"

"You created a hammer! Get out of here!!"

The two streams of light gradually faded away, and the perceptible conversation also faded away.

Tiandao looked at the sky, not knowing what happened between the angels, but thinking... it shouldn't be fratricide, right?

Retracting his gaze again, Tiandao took a deep breath and looked at the direction where Neon was.

There... the sky changed drastically, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and blizzards, a scene of doomsday.

"Dagub..."

Whispering Dagub's name, Tiandao's eyes saw Ling's figure and Dagub's ruthless killing of him.

The grudge between you and me, the entanglement between the two clans, should also come to an end.