I want to become a Kamen Rider

"There was a writer or cartoonist who was destitute and penniless because he wanted to write his own stories."

"Doraemon and Nobita went to find him."

He asked Doraemon and Nobita, "Will I still be like this in the future?"

"Doraemon and Nobita used the time machine, and sure enough, he was still poor and destitute afterward."

"So Nobita and Doraemon told him about the tragic ending."

"Da Xiong said that he should give up writing now, and the writer himself said the same thing, despondently saying that he would go into business and give up writing from now on."

"'The next time we see him, he'll have given up writing and might have become a tycoon?' Nobita and Doraemon used the time machine once again."

"But the writer they saw was still the same." Nobita asked, puzzled, "Didn't we already tell you the result?"

The man scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, 'But I still want to write.'

"I still want to write."

He looked at Kong.

"I want to become a Kamen Rider."

Kugo held up one finger and looked back at him.

"A wish."

"I want to become a Kamen Rider."

"you sure?"

"I am sure."

He wasn't asked if he knew how precious this wish was, nor did he emphasize his own desire and enthusiasm; so simply, he said:

"I want to become a Kamen Rider."

.........

……

"Master, Master, we've arrived."

"Ah, oh."

Slightly snapping out of his reverie, Fan Kang looked at his waist, then followed the direction Mizutani Migen's finger pointed and saw Chiba Hospital.

He tossed the fruit basket and milk to the girl and swaggered into the hospital empty-handed.

Naturally, the man felt no shame. He did not make Mizutani Mikoto do as she had said, "serve tea, water, do laundry, cook, and go out to work to support her master." He only occasionally let this unruly apprentice do some work, which was already very kind of him.

Even the outdated Japanese master-apprentice hierarchy still has its merits when you're the master.

The smell of disinfectant was like a dull blade, slowly cutting through the air in the corridor. Mizutani Migen followed behind, carrying a fruit basket and milk. The plastic wrap rustled between her fingers, as if mocking Fan Kang's empty hands.

If you focus your attention on your ears, you can probably realize that Mizutani Migen is muttering to himself. If you use some kind of power to enhance your hearing, you can probably hear dangerous words such as "overthrowing one's superior" and "enduring for the time being" in Mizutani Migen's mutterings.

But Fan Kang didn't hear it, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. By the time this guy has really mastered his skills and can "overthrow his superiors," he'll probably be long gone.

Of course, this isn't a curse wishing himself to die young, nor is the situation truly that dire. It's simply a disguised explanation of this guy's terrible martial arts talent, and the previous statement, "You have no talent," wasn't an exaggeration.

Cicadas chirped outside the window. Fan Kang had just reached the door when Mizutani Miyazaki, carrying a fruit basket and milk, was about to push it open when he heard a weak shout from inside:

"Nurse! Another painkiller injection! It's okay, I'm not afraid of needles, I'm a man who's gone head-to-head with Shocker—Aaaaaah!"

I was given a painkiller injection, but why does it feel like I'm in even more pain?

In short, after omitting some scenes that would have tarnished the already less-than-glorious image of the older man, they still managed to enter the ward and begin their visit.

The curtains of bed 17 in section B on the seventh floor were half-drawn, and the setting sun shone through the glass, illuminating Higashijima Tanzaburo's face, which was wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling.

"Hey kid, you've got a girlfriend, huh?"

The uncle looked somewhat melancholy as he said this.

"It looks great, congratulations."

You stood up in that kind of event and survived, so don't be easily saddened by it.

"Not my girlfriend..."

"He's my apprentice!"

Fan Kang delivered a chop to the head of Mizutani Migen, who had jumped out, and said calmly.

"He's not really my apprentice, just a tagalong and porter who occasionally follows me around to learn things."

"..."

Looking at Mizutani Migen, who looked dejected but still obediently put down the fruit basket and milk under Fan Kang's command, Higashijima Tanzaburo was about to say something like, "You should be nicer to the girl," but the words got stuck in his throat.

The foreign guy clearly had his own reasons, so he couldn't say much.

"Let's talk about something happier," thought Higashijima Danzaburo mysteriously beckoned Fan Kang over and said to him:

"Oh, right, I have something to tell you, it's super exciting and incredibly cool!"

Chapter Eighteen has already been completed.

The setting sun cast a golden glow through the glass onto the hospital room floor. Higashijima Tanzaburo's face was wrapped in bandages; this guy, who should have been in excruciating pain, was instead beckoning his finger with an air of mystery.

"Let me tell you, that day in the fire—"

"Let me guess," someone interrupted pettily because this guy mistook him and Mizutani Miyuki for a couple, "You saw Kamen Rider, right?"

"How did you guess... no, the newspaper..."

Just as Dongdao was wondering what was going on, he caught a glimpse of the newspaper that the two men had brought along, which was placed in the fruit basket.

"Suspected cult organization develops biological weapons by imitating TV dramas; Kamen Rider makes a stunning debut," Fan Kang pulled a crumpled newspaper from the fruit basket. The headline picture was a blurry silhouette of Dongdao protecting a little girl. "Although the section introducing the citizen's act of bravery was not long..."

"But the praise was super-perfect, right?" Dongdao seemed to suddenly come to life, waving his injured arm, then wincing and falling back onto the pillow as he touched the wound.

"I'm telling you, don't move around so much. All this fussing and making a fuss is really unpleasant."

Fan Kang pulled a folding stool from his hospital bed, sat down, and reached out his hand. Mizutani Migen obediently handed him a fruit knife and an apple, and he began to peel the apple.

"Wait a minute, I saw the real Kamen Rider Kuuga, why aren't you envious of me at all?"

"The newspapers have already reported that it's a secret weapon developed by the government, and the public should not panic..."

The apple was peeled and cut into pieces. One piece was handed to the chattering uncle to shut him up, another piece was thrown to Mizutani Migen next to him, and Fan Kang ate the rest himself.

"Wait a minute, didn't you come to visit me? Why are you eating by yourself?!"

Chewing on the apple in his mouth, Higashijima Tanzaburo noticed something was wrong.

"Are you the kind of person who would care if I secretly ate your treat?"

"That's true, but eating right in front of others isn't stealing, it's outright robbery."

The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

After surviving the ordeal, friends meet and naturally chat about everything under the sun, until it gets late.

Higashijima Tanzaburo began his story by recounting how he picked up a piece of iron from the ground and fought three hundred Shockers. Fan Kang also exclaimed in amazement and echoed his words at just the right time, perfectly fulfilling his role as the straight man.

Finally, we come to the Kamen Rider series, which is touted as a secret weapon developed by the government to widely combat the "anti-social cult" that has begun to take action.

"But why is it Kuuga who came instead of Number One?!"

The uncle, who loved Kamen Rider 1 the most, still pounded the bed in frustration, but after making himself hurt, he grimaced and obediently lay back down.

I'm so sorry it was me who came.

While inwardly grumbling to himself, the boy spoke earnestly in the twilight:

"I think it must be because Kamen Rider 1 was already there at the time."

.........

……

"'Uncle, if you were really given the chance to become Kamen Rider Number One, would you be willing to work yourself to death every day... oh no, I mean, to bear a tragic fate, work year-round without rest, toil tirelessly, rain or shine, and fight against the Shockers without pay?' Master put on a handsome face and said so seriously."

"Uncle Dongdao raised his hand and complained..."

“'Well, I think Kamen Riders also have human rights.'”

After leaving the hospital, someone started doing impersonations in front of him.

“Hahahahahahahahaha.”

Fan Kang, his face darkening, stretched out his hand and gestured with his lips:

"Hey, head."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Mizutani Migen obediently stuck his head out, but he showed no mercy and chopped it down with a chop.

"it hurts!"

"It's good that you know it hurts, but don't do it again next time."

"So, if I'm prepared to get chopped in the hand, can I tease my master next time?"

"I'm talking about you..."

Wait a minute, where's my cheap apprentice with long, straight black hair, a cool and collected demeanor, upright and serious manner, and a deep respect for his teachers?!

Do I really lack the authority of a master? Wait, don't get yourself confused. I never considered this guy my disciple at all!

Fan Kang shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all his random thoughts.

"Master, Master, it's really strange. That uncle was so badly injured, it wouldn't be surprising if he couldn't be saved, but he not only survived but is also so energetic."

The asphalt road outside the hospital was still warm from the daytime. The increasingly audacious man walked backwards in front of Fan Kang, his long, flowing black hair fluttering with each step.

"Yes, that's strange."

"(stare)."

"The human body is amazing, isn't it?"

"(stare)."

Even if you look at me like that, I won't reflect on my actions.

Fan Kang stubbornly insisted.

For an apprentice to think he can control his master is simply wishful thinking, especially since you're not even an apprentice.

"I just hope that Master can cherish himself more. No matter how hard you try not to get involved with anyone, it is inevitable that more and more people will care about you. At least that old man will definitely burn the Kamen Rider Kuuga figure for you at your grave after you die."

"Burning soft plastic will produce toxic gases."

"They also have merchandise like magazines, gashapon toys, keychains, and collaboration sake."

The girl pouted as she said this, looking very serious.

"Moreover, at that time, I would definitely be even more heartbroken than that uncle."

"Don't underestimate the friendship between men, although I really want to say that... I'm telling you, is there something wrong with the way you're trying to increase our relationship? The way you're doing it isn't the way you're increasing our relationship as master and apprentice."

"As long as the relationship grows, it's considered goodwill. Once the goodwill is high enough, you can unlock new things!"

The girl seemed completely unconcerned by his criticisms, and continued to cheer herself up.

"When I play games, I'm a complete collector!"

"Even in games, there are characters that cannot be romanced."

With a sigh, Fan Kang kicked a can off the roadside. The can traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in a trash can thirty meters away.

The clanging of metal startled the white doves on the eaves. A white feather swept over the girl's head, and she tiptoed to reach for the falling feather. Fan Kang also reached out to grab it.

"It hurts!" they both exclaimed in unison.

Mizutani Migen rubbed his reddened nose and asked with a pitiful expression.

"Is Master going to patrol on his motorcycle late at night again? There aren't that many weirdos and Grongis anymore."

"Today, I'm taking a break."

With concise and to-the-point words, Fan Kang turned to look at the bench by the roadside.