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Chapter 358 Half-baked

After the meal, Onoue Takumi paid the bill discreetly, folded it up, and stuffed it into Hidari Shotaro's coat pocket.

"Hey, why are you giving me the bill?"

Shotaro reached out to take it out with a disgruntled look, but was stopped by Koujiro's eyes.

"I'm the one who pays, but you're the one who keeps the books."

Shotaro Saka sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car."

The destination was not in the city center, but in a closed open area near the suburbs.

Along the way, a sense of unease gradually rose in Shotaro's heart.

After getting out of the car, he looked at the abandoned warehouse and overgrown weeds in front of him, his lips twitching slightly. "Why did you bring me here?"

He took a half-step back warily, his eyes becoming somewhat alert.

Onoue Takumi glanced back at him and said, "Shotaro, although you have a lot of combat experience, you're essentially a half-baked fighter."

"Hey, I'm at least half of Kamen Rider W!"

Shotaro Zuo subconsciously raised his voice, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Yes," Onoue Takumi smiled slightly, his tone neither hurried nor slow.
"But your half is responsible for taking the hits, dealing with the blows, and protecting Philip."

Upon hearing this, Shotaro was speechless for a moment, and complained in a low voice, "You're right, but it sounds so jarring."

"Your current physical condition is the real problem."

Onoue Takumi looked Shotaro up and down and shook his head slightly.

Compared to the new Riders of the Reiwa era, Shotaro Hidari is indeed a bit relaxed.

"But."

Just as Shotaro was about to speak, Takumi Onoue suddenly reached out and pressed his temple.

"Besides, you shouldn't have interrupted me."

"Ah, sorry."

Shotaro immediately shut up, looking completely innocent.

Onoue Takumi let go of his hand and gave him a disdainful look: "In short, you're too fragile and can't withstand the pace of future battles. What you need to do now is learn how to survive in front of the enemy."

Shotaro Zuo frowned: "I survived because of my intelligence, not because I brute force."

Onoue Takumi waved his hand dismissively, completely ignoring his sophistry: "There's a Kamen Rider, Kadoya Tsukasa, who's much stronger than you and likes to wander around everywhere. How did he survive the early stages?"

Shotaro subconsciously recalled Tsukasa Kadoya's fighting style and was immediately jolted.

"I don't recognize him..."

"It all comes down to sheer resilience. You're the same. Starting today, learn how to get beaten up first."

"No, no, no, I really don't need this kind of exercise!"

Before Shotaro could finish speaking, he was struck in the abdomen by a clean right punch from Kouichi Onoue, sending him flying backward and crashing into the bushes beside the warehouse.

"The first lesson: give up resistance and learn to absorb the impact with your body."

Shotaro scrambled to his feet, his clothes covered in dust, coughing incessantly: "Cough cough cough, are you crazy?!"

Do you even understand what gradualism means?

"I understand."

Onoue Takumi calmly flexed his fists. "But you're too slow. There's no time to take your time."

Then, the second punch came without warning.

Shotaro tried to defend himself, but was kicked five meters away in vain. He rolled over twice next to a pile of rusty old tin barrels, howling in pain.

"What on earth is wrong with you?!"

Shotaro struggled to his feet, his cheeks swollen and red, his hair a mess, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Takumi Onoue remained unfazed: "If you can't last three minutes, it means you're not even qualified to partner with Philip."

"I...I can handle it!"

Shotaro gritted his teeth and dragged himself forward, only to be knocked down by an elbow strike. The training session that followed lasted a full half hour.

Shotaro's injuries are cleaned almost every five minutes, sometimes broken bones, sometimes dislocated joints, but each time he is about to give up, Takumi Onoue takes out a special device and quickly scans his wounds.

Pain is relieved, joints are realigned, and cells are repaired.

Within seconds, the original trauma receded like a receding tide.

"If you've recovered, stop pretending to be dead and keep going."

While swinging his fist, Takumi Onoue yawned, "I'm not finished warming up yet."

Shotaro collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the night sky: "What sins have I committed?"

At that moment, Philip's voice came through the communicator: "Shotaro!"

Shotaro, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly responded, "Philip! Help me! This madman!"

Onoue Takumi frowned and pressed his hands against Shotaro's head: "Who are you calling a madman?"

"Ahhh, I was wrong!"

Shotaro quickly admitted his mistake.

Philip's tone was surprisingly calm: "I've already seen it through the driver, Shotaro."

"Your physical output has increased by 7.2% and your reaction speed has increased by 9.4% compared to before. This is commendable."

Shotaro stared in disbelief: "Have you gone mad too?!"

Philip chuckled softly: "Keep trying."

The call was abruptly cut off with a snap.

Shotaro closed his eyes in despair and let out a long sigh.

As Takumi watched Shotaro shouting, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his tone gradually softened.

Although the world is peaceful, the city of Fengdu is not without its crises.

He could sense that a major turning point was approaching, and Shotaro would be a crucial key figure.

九界
It is linked to the timeline here.

A cool breeze blew across the sea, carrying dampness and saltiness, bringing a touch of comfort.

Onoue Takumi stopped what he was doing and silently looked at Shotaro, who was sitting on the ground panting.

"Can you feel it?" he asked in a low voice.

Shotaro struggled to open his eyes: "Huh? What?"

“The wind of Fuuto,” Onoue Takumi said softly, his gaze deep, “carrying some dampness, some old wounds, and memories, it is the source of your strength.”

What strange adjectives
Shotaro slowly raised his head, gazing at the faintly glowing night sea in the distance.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheek, carrying the aroma of late-night street food stalls, a familiar yet strange scent.

That's the Wind Capital.

His hometown.

“…I understand.” Shotaro slowly stood up, still in excruciating pain, but his eyes were more determined than ever before.

"I am Kamen Rider W, the Kamen Rider who protects this city."

Onoue Takumi looked at Shotaro with satisfaction: "Very good."

"So,"

His tone became relaxed again, and his smile held a hint of amusement. "Starting tomorrow, double the training."

Under the moonlight, two figures, one running wildly and the other chasing, stretched all the way to the edge of Fengdu Harbor and disappeared into the end of the sea breeze.

But the wind is still blowing.

Gentle, yet never ceasing.

After this encounter, Shotaro would visit Onoue every day to train.

Of course, the so-called training was just getting beaten black and blue by Onoue.
I got home late today, more updates to come.
(End of this chapter)