I'm really not Kamen Rider

Chapter 536: Extreme Fox Tyrant Bull Sparrow 6 Ah, what’s the matter, do you still think the general is not strong enough?

"Jinghe."

After dinner, Tiandao finished his housework and sat on a chair watching Jinghe playing with the Xingtian summoning device. Finally, he couldn't help but speak out.

"Your dream is to become a hero, right?"

"Yes!" Jing He nodded heavily, put down the Xingtian summoner in his hand, and looked at Tiandao with clear eyes: "When I grow up, I want to be a hero and bring peace to this world!"

"What a great ideal." Tiandao smiled: "But to achieve this wish, you need not only this kind of mood, but also the power to match it."

"Power?" Jinghe was stunned.

"The power to change the world." Tiandao leaned down and looked at Jinghe at eye level. "If you want world peace, you must fight against those who want the world to be unpeaceful. If you want to fulfill your wish, you will inevitably destroy someone else's wish."

"Happiness and unhappiness are equal, and this is true of everything."

Looking at Jinghe's confused eyes, Tiandao knew that Jinghe definitely didn't understand, but it didn't matter, he had to make it clear at this time.

“Everything has two sides. When you are satisfied, there will be someone who is not satisfied. When you are happy about something, there will be someone who is not happy.”

“Or in essence, you have no direct conflict with others, but when the scale is no longer limited to you and him, but becomes you and this city, this continent, this planet, this galaxy…”

Patting Jinghe's shoulder, Tiandao continued speaking.

"If you want to achieve something, you must be willing to bear the resentment of the losers."

“Your success rises on the failures of countless losers.”

“So don’t waver in your beliefs.”

"Eh?" Jing He's eyes began to spin around. It was obvious that Tiandao's words had completely exceeded the limits of what his brain could handle.

"You don't need to understand now, you just need to remember it." Tiandao stood up: "In the future, when you grow up, you will understand this one day."

"What will you be like at that time? You don't even know it yourself."

After rubbing Jinghe's little head, Tiandao continued, "Jinghe, little hero, do you want to learn a few tricks from me?"

"Yeah!" The eyes that were rolling around returned to normal in an instant. Jinghe cheered, raised his hands and spoke.

"I want to learn from Brother Tiandao, who can run very fast even with a limp!"

Heavenly Dao:?
...

It’s not that it can’t be taught.

Although he was a little angry at the time, God would not really get angry with a child.

But it's okay to scare people.

After saying that if one wanted to learn the strength to walk fast with a lame leg, one must first break the leg, Jing Hecheng successfully shrank his neck and dared not say anything else.

The next day, after Jinghe came back from school, Tiandao found an empty place in the nearby park.

"Do you prefer to be more active or more passive?"

Flexing his arms, Tiandao asked Jinghe about his personality tendencies.

"Be more proactive." Jinghe nodded and said without hesitation: "Because I took the initiative to become a hero and to bring peace to the world, so I want to be more proactive."

"Okay." Tiandao nodded. In that case, Southern Fist would not be suitable for Jinghe: "Do you prefer to use fists, feet, or weapons?"

"I want a sword!" Jinghe waved his arms, imitating the waving of a sword in his hand.

"Sword..." After hesitating for a moment, Tiandao turned around and pretended to dig in the sand for a while. Then, with a look of surprise and self-respect, he dug out a wooden sword with a sheath from under the sand.

It seemed that Tiandao had prepared it in advance, but in fact, Tiandao had just used his intention to materialize the wooden sword on the spot, and it was just right for Jinghe and a child like this.

As the saying goes, if a person has a decent wooden sword in his youth, there will definitely be no rape flowers blooming within a radius of ten miles.

This is applicable to any child.

Jinghe pulled the wooden sword out of the sheath, his eyes shining as he grasped the hilt with both hands and swung it wildly, showing great vigor. "I'm not very good at swordsmanship, and the technique I use, called Firelight Swordsmanship, is not suitable for this kind of weapon." Although Jinghe said he wanted a sword, it was actually a samurai sword, but in Japan, they didn't distinguish between swords and knives, so they called it a sword.

The difference between knife skills and sword skills is not easy to understand.

"But fortunately, I know how to do this." Taking out the same samurai sword from under the sand pile, Tiandao pulled out the sword slightly: "Draw the sword and cut."

"Draw the sword and slash?" Jinghe's eyes lit up.

"That's right." Tiandao raised his thumb and pointed at his face arrogantly: "Just looking at my face, you should know that I am the man known as Battousai!"

"How amazing!" Jing He gave his appropriate praise.

"Come, follow me and learn." Tiandao took Jinghe and began to train Jinghe's strength under the blood-red setting sun.

"The first thing is to lower your body and keep yourself in a position where you can draw your sword at any time."

"The speed you initiate at that moment must surpass anything else in existence, so that your sword can shine like fireworks, taking away the resentment of others in splendor."

"You have to be fast. The knife has to be fast, and your own speed has to be faster than the knife."

"The power of the sword is at its most spectacular only at that moment..."

Clumsily learning the instructions from adults, Jinghe's cries of pain and Tiandao's indifferent reprimands were heard continuously. Even after the sun gradually sank and darkness gradually invaded the earth, these sounds did not stop.

The street lights come on, and the faint light adds a different kind of warmth to the world amidst the sweat and the flying swords.

...

That night, Tiandao carried the exhausted Jinghe back home. After carefully placing Jinghe on the sofa, he sat cross-legged and then leaned back, trying to sink his consciousness into his blood and enter the top of the sacred mountain as usual.

But his consciousness had just sunk deep into his mind, and before he could react, a streak of flowing gold in the bright red blood was so conspicuous that it made Tiandao unintentionally notice it, and he could never forget it after seeing it.

Red blood is normal, but what is that golden color?
The idea of ​​calming down and wanting to enter the top of the sacred mountain was just an idea. Tiandao could not sense any aura of the existence of the top of the sacred mountain at all, as if it did not exist at all.

All he could sense was silence.

Tiandao frowned and recalled the last conversation he had with the Heart of the Divine Mountain when he first came to this world.

"I can only rely on myself to find the answer..." Tiandao was a little bit unbelieving: "Could it be that the top of the sacred mountain and I have been... cut off from each other?"

“How is it possible… That is the power of my innate blood! How is it possible…” The voice gradually became weaker and Tiandao’s eyes condensed, and he remembered the golden color flowing in his body along with the blood.

Could it be that!
Before he could further develop his subsequent thoughts, he saw a surging dark golden color powerfully sweeping across the sea of ​​consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, covering everything in an instant.

He is extremely domineering, yet has a unique and noble aura of a king. The moment he appears, he attempts to sweep away everything with his absolutely powerful force and ascend to the top.

However, the moment this dark golden power of the king emerged, a deep, dark red bloody color that seemed to have been condensed for a long time followed, covering the power of the king at a faster speed and mixing with it.

The overbearing power of the king suddenly turned into a deep evil barrier, which was a dark red scab with a strong fishy smell, and it was also an evil deed that even the king could not cover up.

The fragments of memory produced by the combination of the power of the king and the power of sin surged in the sea of ​​​​consciousness of Tiandao.

That is the scene where the golden king shapes the world with his own will. No matter how the world wails, no matter how painful the lives in the world are, it is nothing in the eyes of the king.

Whether you raise your hands up or press them down, the world is like plasticine, you can rub and knead it, and it will change into countless shapes under your palms.

Living beings are constantly reincarnated in life and death. Even a king has to bear the resentment of these living beings and the curse of the world.

The pure power of the king was also dragged down by the blood and was no longer the same as before.

What was reflected to the outside world was that Tiandao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. With a flushed face, he covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed violently. Drops of blood seeped through his fingers, seeped into the sofa, and infected the entire floor.

"Cough cough cough..."

He put down the hand that was covering his mouth and looked at the bright dark red on his palm. A fishy smell rose up in Tiandao's throat, but he could not hide the helplessness in his heart.

"Is this... the sin of Oma..."

(End of this chapter)