I want to become a Kamen Rider

"The war in North America is over, and the death toll remains at zero. Because that person is there."

She pointed out the window to the burning city and the traffic jam.

"In the area I'm temporarily in charge of, the casualties have already exceeded ten thousand eight hours since the behemoth landed."

"That's not your fault, it's the fault of the corrupt and decadent bureaucracy of this country. Even if that hero himself were here, he couldn't have done better; he too has his limitations."

"But my goal is to become Kuuga's comrade-in-arms and eventually marry him."

Despite the staggering costs paid so far, there has been no progress toward the initial goal.

Do you know the value of your comrades?

The girl asked and answered her own question.

"Make up for deficiencies".

Then, she pushed the door open and entered.

……

……

The evacuation meeting is currently debating how to disperse traffic.

Although they didn't want to make this decision, now they can only announce that they tried very hard to do something, but it's too late and they are powerless to do anything about it.

"The only option is for residents to take refuge on their own."

Many other bureaucrats echoed this sentiment.

Some have even started suggesting dropping nuclear bombs on the ruins of Tokyo, which have been completely destroyed by the behemoth.

pat pat pat pat.

Applause rang out in the meeting room, but it was from only one person.

"Not bad, not bad, really impressive."

The applause pierced the stagnant atmosphere like an icicle.

When a man in military uniform turned around at the sound, he found a young girl sitting on a small plastic stool he had brought in the corner of the conference room, clapping and looking at him.

The girl was covered in gunpowder and dust, her golden hair was disheveled, and her face bore the marks of battle and a few small bloodstains. Only her pair of azure eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, carrying a condescending and cold scrutiny.

Even though the seated girl was looking up at him as he stood, he felt as if he were being looked down upon and looked down upon. The man frowned, about to say something, but the girl interrupted him first:

"When I dragged that person to watch 'Biological Machine X', I thought the nuclear bombs blowing up the city were a science fiction movie. I didn't expect it to be a documentary. I originally thought that director Paul W.S. Anderson didn't understand decision-making, but I didn't expect that I didn't understand America. When I heard the Air Force ask us to prepare for the possibility that you might not be able to take refuge normally or even postpone your refuge, I thought that he didn't understand politics and had no common sense. I didn't expect that I didn't understand this country. You really have the guts to trade human lives with hell."

"you……"

The girl took out a strange headgear and put it on her head. If any of the children or grandchildren among the officials present were fans of Ultraman, perhaps someone would recognize it as Ultraman Ace's headgear.

The girl put on the hood, and then said:

"Brother, you don't feel pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet hole appeared in the man's hand.

The excruciating pain of his flesh being torn apart immediately made him howl and kneel on the ground. At first, he was somewhat dazed, but as time went on, he began to realize the pain. The man who had been so confident and ready to take action just a second ago was now rolling on the ground, clutching his hands.

The girl wearing the strange headgear got up from the small plastic stool and walked to the center of the conference table.

"I'm in charge here now. Do whatever you want afterward, whether you try to shirk all responsibility or pin all the blame on me."

She talked as she walked.

"Any living being attacked will feel pain and fear..."

The attendees realized that this might be an enemy who had somehow broken in. Some people picked up their pistols to fight back, but just as they raised their hands, they, like the uniformed man rolling on the ground, got a bullet hole in their hands and joined the ranks of those screaming and rolling on the ground.

"But politicians don't feel that way."

The girl patted the table, gesturing for those attendees who hadn't yet made a move to look at her.

"Politicians can sell everything for profit, do nothing to avoid responsibility, and easily throw away human lives in the air. Of course, such people who sell their souls will not feel pain."

Finally, one of the attendees couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist on the table, standing up.

"You fart!"

The girl shrugged, and the attendee who had slammed his hand on the table suddenly had a bullet hole in his body, screaming as he fell to the ground.

"Of course I was talking nonsense. The point is not that politicians don't feel pain, nor that I think politicians don't feel pain, but that whether politicians feel pain or not is none of my business."

she says.

"The only things I care about and will meticulously calculate are the tens of millions of lives under my feet and the space for the innocent to survive."

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Natural Disasters and Man-Made Calamities (4/?)

The following content is excerpted from "Yaguchi's Notes", "Azure Island Log", "The End Era: The Behemoth Almanac", and "Self-Defense Force C-3 Operation Record":

[Two hours after Godzilla landed]

The behemoth (second form) landed in Tokyo Bay and entered Shinagawa Ward, Tokyo.

陆上自卫队，第三代回转翼直升机AH-1S共计四架，PM1：08从木更津出发，PM1：20抵达目的地；主装备为20mm标准机炮、火箭弹、反坦克导弹两枚/机。

Because personnel evacuation was not yet complete, the Prime Minister ordered a temporary halt to the offensive. (The text also mentions a giant beast in Shinagawa Ward.)

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Chapter Ninety-Eight: Value (Seeking criticism and votes at the beginning of the month)

"What bad luck!"—that's how a young girl described her situation on the other side of the city.

The alien roar was like a horn tearing the sky apart. A beast a hundred meters tall, beyond imagination, landed in Tokyo Bay, bringing fire, war, and... destruction.

The urban jungle, built of reinforced concrete and once a symbol of human power, was as fragile as a child's stack of blocks before that massive structure. The earth trembled with a mournful cry, and the building she stood in groaned under the weight before collapsing with a deafening roar. She was thrown into the air by the force and then mercilessly buried under the heavy rubble. Perhaps it was that last, tiny sliver of hope that worked; as the crumbling, cracked building crumbled, it gave her a cramped space to survive.

Although she had many abrasions, her main body was still relatively intact, but she was left with absolutely no room to move. She was like a butterfly pinned to a specimen box, unable to even move a finger.

There are many difficulties in this world, but there are very few that are more terrifying than death. Most people who say that it is better to die than to live have never experienced true terror. But there is one thing that is more terrifying and more hopeless than death no matter how you look at it... and that is waiting to die.

As death draws ever closer, you feel your life slipping away, watching everything you have slip through your fingers in a seemingly irreversible way. First, your breathing becomes weak, then your senses become dulled, and finally, you realize more clearly than anyone else that you may be about to die. Every inch of this long wait is filled with despair and helplessness.

In this underground, in these ruins, there is not a glimmer of light, not even room for thought. My body is firmly trapped, and there is a sense of despair, almost like being buried alive.

The smell of dust filled her nostrils, making her extremely uncomfortable, yet she remained unable to move. Forget about calling for help, she didn't even have the right to commit suicide. The ownership of this life was no longer in her own hands. She could almost feel something called death licking at every inch of her skin.

The girl, who had previously been a staunch believer in the absence of God, now earnestly appealed for help to every deity whose name she could clearly recall, offering prayers with utmost fervor.

Anyone will do, anyone can come, please help me!

Please, save me!

'Save me, I'll do anything for you!'

Anything, however ethereal, is acceptable, as long as it can save her. Even if it's a demon, it doesn't matter. I don't care if she destroys the whole world after I save her...

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

Just as the girl's consciousness was about to sink into a blur, she suddenly heard a strange noise.

Then, a few scattered points of light shone in. Although she had never been fond of stepping out of her room when she was alive and spent all her time at home, and what she hated most was the scorching summer sun, looking at those few scattered points of light, she felt as if she had seen the only treasure in this world.

She gazed greedily at that glimmer of light.

'...'

Swish.

The planks and debris overhead were suddenly ripped aside, and mud and sand rained down, covering her already dirty hair and face. She, who was always extremely clean, paid no attention at this moment; her eyes were wide open, her heart pounding, all her hopes pinned on the widening opening.

An irregular hole was completely opened.

The moonlight streamed down through the cave entrance, and in the hazy, dreamlike scene, she seemed to see a figure.

A large hand, covered in wounds, dirt, and dark brown scabs, reached out firmly towards her.

The figure reached out its hand to her.

Is this an angel?

No…it’s God, it must be God, God must have heard her prayers—the girl concluded to herself.

She reached out her hand tremblingly, wanting to grasp the large hand that looked covered in scars.

Warm, reassuring, beautiful, delicate—all the words that describe the beauty of the world seem to fit this hand.

As she clasped her hands together, she saw him too—a boy with a cane, a bandage on his head, and half his body wrapped in bandages.

"Thank goodness, he's still alive..."

That holy, radiant face, bathed in moonlight and possessing unparalleled beauty, revealed an expression of joy as if she had been saved. Though it was only slight, the girl did indeed feel a sense of bewilderment:

Wasn't she the one who was rescued?

Why is it that he's the one with that relieved expression...?

"Here are compressed biscuits and water. You should be the last survivor in these ruins waiting to be rescued."

The boy pulled something out of nowhere and handed her a pack of biscuits and a bottle of mineral water. It was as if he had no idea how precious these supplies were right now, yet he gave them away so naturally.

“I’m sorry, I still have things to do, so I can’t take you to the shelter. Just head in this direction; the others I rescued earlier went this way. You can go and meet up with them. Godzilla is not like an earthquake; it doesn’t cause much damage. Godzilla is just the giant beast that destroyed the city before. As long as the beast doesn’t come back, this area is safe for now.”

He pulled her out of the rubble; she was the last survivor to be rescued.

Of the 269,782 permanent residents of the entire Meguro Ward in Tokyo, aside from the more than 100,000 residents who evacuated under the guidance of the government, which somehow became effective, only 14,613 people survived in the ruins. She was that 14,613 people.

The boy thought the matter was over, but to his surprise, the girl suddenly hugged his leg, called him a god, and cried tears of joy. While crying, she confessed all sorts of small things, from picking flowers from the neighbor's house when she was in elementary school to borrowing an eraser from her classmate in kindergarten and not returning it.

"Waaaaah, God, do I really deserve to be saved by you? Waaaaaah..."

"It's alright, the innocent all deserve to be saved."

The boy smiled and stroked the girl's head, trying his best to act like a priest listening to a confession.

Should we be surprised by this? Of course we should, but he had already pulled more than 10,000 people out of the rubble and had experienced everything he was supposed to.

Among the more than 10,000 people rescued, some regarded him as their guardian spirit, some had ulterior motives and wanted to test him, and some wanted to repay him with their bodies regardless of gender. Of course, the vast majority were just normal people who were grateful. But compared to the other oddballs he had met, this girl who only regarded him as a god and wanted to repent for the sins of the first half of her life was already considered to be relatively mild.

The boy also saved a religious leader, and after persistently asking him for the name of the knight, he vowed to establish the "Northern Kuuga Rejoices Freely Praises the Radiance Cult" and to worship Kamen Rider Kuuga for life...

The girl was still repenting, so the boy could only continue to comfort her.

"Waaah, but doesn't the Bible say that humans are born with sin?"

"That's all a lie. No one is born guilty."

"really?"

"Of course it's true. Life itself is the greatest miracle in the world. You owe no one anything, and no one should owe you anything."

He smiled and reassured them:

"No one is born more noble than anyone else, nor is anyone born more lowly than anyone else... Even the gods are no exception. In my personal opinion, there shouldn't be any gods on earth. No one should naturally be allowed to ride on anyone else's head, not even the supreme god."

After calming the girl down, the boy watched her walk in the direction where the other rescued people were taking refuge. Then he himself headed in the opposite direction, towards the colossal beast that stood a hundred meters tall.

Fight on and on, fight on and on, fight on and on. It is always the same, it never changes. This is not destiny, but choice.

Because he was in a hurry to return and had many injuries, even though he would soon recover and had plenty of time, he chose not to wait.

Without a single call, the spirit stone appeared naturally at his waist. He walked against the light, heading into the depths of the darkness-shrouded ruins.

Behind them lay a scene of devastation left by a giant beast.

"The value of being saved? Don't ask me about that. I can't even remember the reasons myself..."

He spoke softly, his voice drifting away in the wind over the ruins.