Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

"No."

Zhimo got excited when he mentioned this, he just finished debugging a node, he raised his head and looked at Yoshida who happened to be carrying another box of ammunition: "Hey, Captain, what medicine do you think is sold in Commander Shishi's gourd? It sounds weird to find a way to defeat Jayden and say he is going to practice."

"For the child in my dream, maybe it is a kind of practice to broaden the knowledge and try to use his technology and mind to create a weapon that can defeat Jayden. Since Commander Shishi thinks there is no problem, then it is no problem , don’t worry too much.”

Captain Yoshida smiled indifferently: "But you, one rib is still slightly cracked, and the opening on the other head is still wrapped with gauze, can't you calm down?"

"Then captain, why don't you put down the ammunition box in your arms and go back to the infirmary to repair your dislocated right hand?"

Kuwabara grinned with gauze wrapped around his head.

"Yes, captain, do you want me to rub your shoulders later?"

"Then I'm afraid it's not like this, so I have to lie down again."

Captain Yoshida shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Then speed up the action. The Sting was severely damaged this time, and Jayden was not confirmed to be killed. Before the next enemy attack, the Hercules team and the Sting must recover." enough to fight."

"clear."

"Roger that!"

-

Sitting at the end of the bus, I dreamed of looking out at the lush greenery through the open window.

Whether to believe Zheng Yi's words or not, my dream was actually a fierce ideological struggle, but after hearing about the loss of this battle and seeing the Hercules team who survived in the medical room, my dream finally ended. Still chose to believe this Zheng Yi who claimed to be from Earth.

Not on a whim.

Although under Zheng Yi's words, my dream has been extremely inclined to accept the so-called guided practice, but after returning to the sky base, my dream is still very cautious to review and sort out the data of this battle.

The final result is that it is not impossible to create a weapon that is powerful enough to defeat Jayton, but it is extremely difficult to find a weapon that can defeat Jayton with the lowest cost.

Leaving aside the blue barrier and the black biological carapace, just being able to move instantly is enough to prevent most weapons from hitting Jayden accurately.

It would be fine if Jayden only had the insight and intelligence of a beast, but obviously, from the situation in the last battle, no matter whether he was manipulated or possessed advanced wisdom, Jayden would definitely not just stand around and eat and kill Hire a fixed target.

Not only that, there were no signs of Jayden's appearance several times, and XIG has no way to intercept the opponent in no-man's land for the time being, let alone induce it.

It can be said that if only the power of the weapon is needed, it is not too difficult to achieve the goal, but if other factors are taken into consideration, and I want to create a weapon that is truly powerful enough to target Jayden, I dream that the prospects are not very good. not optimistic.

and……

"If you rely too much on weapons, you will reveal flaws that shouldn't be there."

Staring at the green grass and trees slowly passing by outside the window, I Meng murmured to myself: "The only thing I can rely on in the end is you..."

"Young man, according to your situation, are you going to Mibu Temple?"

The old driver who was driving the bus suddenly asked, which interrupted my dazed dream.

"Ah, yes!"

He turned his head in a jerk and responded.

"It's rare for a child of your age to come to such a rural place to find an old temple. In fact, very few locals would come to Mibu Temple, except for some elderly people."

This is true.

I dreamed to glance at the empty carriage seats.

At the beginning, there were still about a dozen people in the carriage, but as the distance got closer to the mountains, more and more people got off.The last person who got off the bus, that is, the last passenger except my dream, got off the bus in a town three stops ago.

Now there were only him and the old driver on the bus, so it was no wonder that they aroused their curiosity.

"Look at you, you are a college student? Are you here for some research?"

"Some, uh, some teacher requests."

I Meng showed an awkward yet polite smile, half-truth and half-false response to this driver who already had gray hair at the temples and was probably in his fifties but still in good spirits.

"No wonder, although Mibu-ji Temple is not well-known outside, it has been around for a long time in our local area—but, young man, with your body, do you really want to go to Mibu-ji Temple alone?"

I froze for a moment, it sounded weird.

"Excuse me... is there any problem with this?"

He probed his head tentatively.

When the old driver heard the words, he immediately let out a hearty laugh: "You will know in a while, oh yes."

"Remember, the return bus leaves every two hours."

-

"Okay, young man, have you figured out how to go up?"

Standing outside the door of the bus, the old driver's voice came from behind him with a hint of ridicule.

I dreamed of standing.

At the same time, I Meng finally understood what the old master's words that sounded a bit strange just now meant.

"This……"

I Meng turned my face to the side, looked at the old driver, and said with a sneer: "Don't they build roads?"

Following the hand of my dream, there is a bluestone brick staircase going straight up.

A few cracks on the bluestone bricks, the green coils on both sides of the road, and any sturdy tree thicker than my waist in my dream, all these are swaying to my dream the traces of the years on this ladder.

Somewhat dated, but clean and not rugged.

There is not a trace of moss or dead leaves on the long and straight steps, just as bright as the leaves are washed by the rain from time to time and the wind blows the leaves.

What really made my dream look bitter was the height, or length, of the stairs.

At a glance, it seems that you can't see the end, and the layers of stairs make me dream for a while, as if I can go straight to the sky.

My dream is not a person who often goes to local shrines to pray for blessings. I almost only go there once a year with my parents during the New Year. Even if I am really busy, I may not even be able to go there in time.

Those Shinto people would often be out of breath, not to mention the stairs in front of them that could only accommodate three people side by side.

but……

"Young man, have you thought about it? If you don't make it, uncle, I can send you back for free. Anyway, this is the terminal."

Judging by the old driver's demeanor, it is obviously not the first time to send a young man who has retreated after a difficult situation to return.

I Meng blinked, took a breath, gritted my teeth, and showed the driver a smile that was not much better than crying.

"Thank you, but no need."

He turned his head to look at the bluestone stairs.

"I must go."

PS:

first change

I was busy with some things, so I didn't have time

sad as the waves of the sea (

Chapter 59: It seems that you have made up your mind

"Having said that... Cough!"

Supporting my knees, I Meng wiped the liquid on my face, whether it was mist or sweat, squinted my eyes, and looked at the endless stairs that were still the same as at the beginning.

"But this is too high..."

At the beginning, he could still walk like flying, but after walking for a while, his hot and itchy legs began to become heavier, and even his back was gradually affected by the pain.

After walking for a while, I was walking almost with a breath of heart. The curiosity and various questions about cultivation in my mind were completely dissipated under the wave of exhaustion.

Because just keeping my body from falling directly on the bluestone brick steps has already made my dream difficult, so I don't have the energy to care about other things.

Just like now, as soon as he stopped, he didn't even have the strength to straighten up and look around. He could only say that he squinted his eyes slightly and stretched out his neck from this delicate height.

I Meng is really grateful for the extra training after the Ulfgas incident, otherwise, according to his prediction, I am afraid that at this time, let alone standing on my knees, I am afraid that I will already be lying on the uneven bluestone brick steps. Nature has become one.

"Oh, little brother, are you sure you want to stop and rest for a while?"

Just when I Meng was staring at the bluestone pavement, and my body involuntarily wanted to turn around and sit up to catch my breath, a childish voice suddenly came from behind my Meng.

In the deep mountains and old forests, when I was alone, a sudden movement from behind was enough to scare many people to varying degrees.

But my dream was a bit more intense, he subconsciously wanted to turn around, but the excessively rapid movement intention could not be borne by his exhausted body.

As a result, my knees softened, my center of gravity swayed, and I dreamed that I was about to fall when I turned half sideways. When I fell on the bluestone steps, no one could be sure whether the bones were hard or the old bluestone bricks were hard.

Fortunately, when the bridge of my dream's nose was less than [-] centimeters away from the bluestone slab, a powerful right hand grabbed my back collar.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for my dream to respond, the arm exerted force again, stabilizing my stupefied my dream again.

Only then did I see in my dream who extended a helping hand in time.

"—Fujimiya!"

Faced with I Meng's surprise, Fujimiya just looked at him blankly, and then let go of the hand that was holding on to I Meng's collar.

"He's right. You lack exercise."

"what?"

Fujimiya's nonsense words stunned me for a moment, but Fujimiya obviously had no intention of explaining it. He went straight past my dream and passed by, looking like he was about to go down the mountain.

"Wait—huh?!"

I Meng turned around and wanted to call Fujimiya, but the third face appeared on the stairs, which made him swallow back the words he was about to say.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little brother in red, I originally wanted to stop you, little four, but since the little brother in blue has already done so, don't hold me too much."

"Ren, Renlong?!"

I cried out in surprise.

Standing in front of Fujimiya and Womeng is naturally the smiling Xiaosi.

Compared to the astonishment in my dream, Fujimiya just trembled a little at the corner of his mouth, and said sullenly, "What are you going to do?"

"Take it easy, blue boy."