In Fuuto: Starting as a Kamen Rider 01

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This problem is like a pebble thrown into a still lake.

It refers to more than just tonight's brutal "house cleaning."

It points to a deeper, more fundamental decision—to betray his father and stand by that man's side.

Saeko did not answer immediately.

Her gaze remained fixed on the distant night view.

Deep within those beautiful eyes, which were always filled with coldness and calculation, a rare and gentle sense of bewilderment was now revealed.

The night seemed to soften her hard shell.

She really didn't know the answer.

Does the concept of right and wrong truly exist in this world?

After a long while, she slowly spoke.

The sound was also very soft, almost swallowed up by the wind.

".‖ I have no idea."

This was the first time she had so honestly admitted her confusion.

"All I know is what the outcome will be if I continue to follow my father."

Her voice was devoid of inflection, containing only a deathly still statement.

"We will ultimately become sacrifices to his desires."

"Or, become the next...Isaka Shinkuro."

That man's name is like a thorn, stuck in her memory.

"And that man..."

Saeko paused.

Su Chen's face kept appearing in her mind.

That face, always carrying a hint of a playful smile, calm yet incredibly confident.

"He gave us a new option."

Saeko turned her head and, for the first time, looked at her younger sister seriously.

"A choice that allows you to break free from fate and truly live for yourself."

These words, like a warm ray of light, dispelled the last trace of gloom in Wakana's heart.

Her heart gradually calmed down.

Yes, Mr. Su Chen...

That man was so powerful that he was unreasonable.

That mysterious man whose depths are impossible to fathom.

Yet, he is always the man who gives them warmth and strength at the most crucial moments.

Just thinking of him makes all the difficulties seem to disappear.

It was as if all the fear would vanish into thin air.

Wakana turned her head to meet her sister's gaze.

She looked at her sister's profile, which appeared particularly captivating in the night, with its pert nose and thin yet resolute lips.

The sense of alienation that had grown from years of being ignored and compared, and the jealousy hidden deep within, were all blown away by the wind at that moment.

I was cleansed by this battle fought side by side.

I was melted by this honest conversation.

Everything disappeared.

She did something that surprised even herself.

She reached out her hand gently, just as she had many, many years ago in that still relatively warm home.

She took her sister's arm.

The sensation was clearly conveyed through the thin fabric.

Saeko's body stiffened slightly for a moment.

It was an instinctive, resistance to intimacy.

But that stiffness lasted for less than a second.

In the end, she didn't push him away.

She even turned around and gently grasped her younger sister's slightly cold little hand.

Use your own body heat to warm that trembling.

After this joint battle...

After this heart-to-heart conversation...

The invisible, heavy wall between the two sisters finally collapsed and completely dissolved at this moment.

In the gentle night breeze of the windy city.

After enduring countless storms and devastations, something called "family affection" has finally blossomed again quietly from the ruins.

And what they don't know is.

Their "performance" tonight is just the beginning.

A trivial prelude.

An even more frenzied storm, instigated by their father, is about to sweep in after dawn.

The tranquil night they are gazing upon now will soon be utterly shattered.

Chapter 97: The Father's Furious Fury, the Determination to Take the Initiative, the Enemy at the Gates, the Revelation of Betrayal

The next morning.

Fengdu Museum, Director's Office.

The air was so heavy it was almost solidified; even the beams of sunlight streaming through the glass windows seemed sluggish, the dust particles clearly visible and motionless.

Sonozaki Ryubei sat behind her desk, looking like a lifeless sculpture.

His gaze was fixed on a report in his hands.

Those few lines of cold, lead-printed text, like poisoned needles, pierced his eyes.

—The Locust Woman and all her subordinates lost all communication.

—It was determined that the entire army was wiped out.

Time seemed to stretch out, each second accompanied by the pounding of my heart.

His knuckles, gripping the report so tightly they lost their color and turned deathly pale.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion shattered the deathly silence of the office.

He slammed his fist down.

The desk, meticulously crafted from precious mahogany, cracked instantly, splintering wood chips everywhere, and jagged fissures spread from beneath his fist.

"waste!"

He managed to squeeze out two words, his voice hoarse.

"A bunch of trash!"

Sonozaki Ryubei's chest heaved violently, her breathing heavy like a broken bellows.

That face, which always maintained its elegance and dignity, was now covered with an abnormal flush of extreme anger.

He couldn't accept it.

He personally ordered the assassination, employing one of the family's most elite officers, in a mission he was determined to succeed.

The result was such a humiliating and devastating defeat.

The other person's clothes weren't even touched.

His men, however, were all killed, and not a single distress message was sent back.

This is no longer a simple task failure.

This is an insult.

This was a resounding slap in the face to the Sonozaki family, right in front of all the forces in the entire city.

"Su Chen..."

He squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, each syllable carrying a deep-seated hatred.

The murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees.

No.

We absolutely cannot wait any longer.

The man's growth rate had completely exceeded his expectations and slipped out of his control.

If they allow him to continue existing, it will be their Sonozaki family that will be destroyed, the underground empire he built up with his whole life.

Once the thought of destruction arises, it can no longer be contained.

A mad, resolute glint flashed in Sonozaki Ryubei's eyes. He reached out and slammed down the red emergency communicator button on the table.

The cold voice, transmitted through the electricity, was full of an unquestionable commanding tone.

"Saeko, Wakana, you two, go home right now!"

"Let's discuss the next steps!"