Kamen Rider Emperor Shura

Night is gradually falling.

Nagata family.

Nagata Yuka was washing dishes, but her face, her eyes, were full of smiles!

Today she was also ridiculed by her sister and scolded by her parents, but she was not as flustered and scared as before, because she met a boy who was good to her, the first boy who did not abandon her.

He was more handsome and gentle than any man she had ever met.

His body was warm, his breath smelled good, she loved it!

However, suddenly her action of brushing the bowl was delayed, and suddenly she heard a familiar voice, which was her sister, the voice of Daozi: ‘Good pain, save me, who comes… Help me. ’

“Daozi?” Nagata Yuka whispered.

It doesn’t feel right today!

Her eyesight, her hearing, her sense of taste, seems to have been strengthened?

“Daozi? You say it’s Daozi? ”

Yuka’s father stood up and asked, at this time, Naoko has not returned, it is indeed a little abnormal, could it be that something happened to Naoko?

“What happened to Daozi?”

Yuka’s mother also asked.

Naoko was a good kid in their eyes, never came home so late, maybe something really happened.

The knot flower pursed her lips.

In her ears, Naoko’s cry for help sounded again, Yuka is a kind girl, the world has given her too much malice, but she is still kind, she can’t bear to see her parents’ worries.

Although I don’t know why I heard Naoko’s cry for help.

She lifted her head firmly, opened the door, and ran in the direction where the sound came from.

The place where Naoko fell was only a few minutes away from Nagata’s house, and after running for three or two minutes, she finally arrived, above a road, below a sloped lawn, Naoko leaned against the tree, covering her legs.

“Naoko, Naoko, what’s wrong with you?”

The parents are very concerned about this daughter, and she can’t do anything!

“Dad, Mom?” Naoko frowned and said, “My leg hurts.” ”

“Yuka is thanks to you this time, otherwise Naoko is only afraid of less fierceness, thank you for the flower!” The mother took the hand of the flower and said gratefully, with tears in her eyes and a grateful face.

Yuka couldn’t believe it, and was suddenly cared for, a little caught off guard.

“Don’t, Mom, don’t touch that kind of person’s hand!” Naoko shouted.

She hated this sister very much, but she just happened to be related to her by blood, and she was disgusted! Seeing her mother thank Yuka, she will only feel sick in her heart!

“What’s wrong?” Father frowned and asked doubtfully.

However, he had a preconceived idea of what Yuka had done.

Naoko is a good girl and certainly won’t lie!

But what is wrong with the flowers?

Such a good girl should be pampered, not bullied.

“She pushed me down!”

Naoko said.

“No… Not me. ”

Yuka was stunned and shook her head, she couldn’t believe it.

She’s obviously been home all along!

She obviously didn’t do anything!

Why frame her?

Such a false accusation!

“Then why do you know Naoko is here?” The father asked coldly.

When Yuka’s mother, who was still thanking Yuka, heard this, she immediately changed her face: “That is, you should talk about it, it was not you who specifically pushed Naoko down to win sympathy, why would you know?” ”

“No, no, I really heard it.”

Yuka said weakly.

Lowered his head.

Having no excuse!

“Roll!!”

“You are not welcome in this house, get me out!!”

Father yelled.

They are gone.

Yuka looked up, her eyes filled with tears, she looked at the back of their departure, why? Why is the world always targeting her?

Who’s coming…

Save her?

It rained, and it rained.

The breeze blows up the flowering hair.

Biting his lip lightly.

Why is the world so unfair to her?

Raindrops fall.

She was drenched in the rain and didn’t know where to go, lonely, helpless.

“Why? This world…”

Yuka walked on the road.

Her face, covered with gray lines, seemed to be about to appear, and then hidden, and behind her, a feather slowly fell.

Yuka walked to the door of a coffee shop to shelter from the rain, the breeze blowing, she was a little cold, sitting on the ground, she was very embarrassed, by the dim street lamp outside, curled up, silent night, somewhat cold.

Knotted flowers are worn very little, and they will definitely freeze at night.

She curled herself up as much as she could, her head resting on her arms.

In fact…

She doesn’t understand!

What the hell did she do wrong?

Why does the world give her so much sorrow?

Her life is a tragedy!

“Well, that’s fine, Tang Chuan…”

She’s muttering, whispering.