I'm really not Kamen Rider

Bang!

Pushing open the door to the ward, Sakura ran in panting. With the documents in her arms, she could be said to have rushed here with all her strength, in order to inform Fifthai and the others of what she said she had discovered.

However, Sakurako also felt the chilling atmosphere in Tokyo on the way here.

At a glance, the streets that used to be bustling with people had become deserted, with not even a single pedestrian.

At this usual time, it should happen to be the time when the flow of people is the largest at noon. Vehicles are passing by and the whistle of the tram is endless. It is absolutely impossible to show such a quiet appearance now.

Riding a scooter all the way, the less Yingzi saw people, the more serious the situation became.

When she was about to arrive at Kanto University Hospital, a sudden oppressive feeling suddenly came over her, causing Sakurako to stop her motorcycle involuntarily, and stayed where she was and looked around.

Her eyes were full of panic, as if she had sensed some natural enemy.

Although she didn't know what it was, inexplicably, Sakurako's mind was filled with the super-ancient words that she had seen before, which were carved on the stone wall and belonged to Kuuga.

What was illuminated by infrared equipment revealed the true super-ancient writing that belonged to the empty self.

The emptiness of the four corners.

Then, when Sakurako actually arrived at the Kanto University Hospital, she was a bit panicked even when parking her car. Regardless of the motorcycle tipping over, she went straight to the target location. After pushing the door open, she found that Tsubaki Shuichi was the only one here.

He was expressionless as he fiddled with the instruments in his hands, but a certain numbness and self-deprecation buried deep in his eyes made Shuichi Tsubaki, who had always seemed confident, reveal a different kind of decadence at this moment.

"Doctor Chun!"

Sakurako held on to the hospital bed. Out of breath, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked at Chun Shuichi: "Where are the people? Where have the five generations gone?"

"Fudai." Chunxiu opened his mouth, but after all, he still didn't know what to say: "Fudai."

"And Mr. Ichijo, where are Mr. Tiandao and the others?"

The more Sakurako asked, the more Tsubaki Shuichi became unable to speak.

Those companions he knew, and Sakurako also knew, must have done what they can now.

Even Miss Sakurako in front of her returned after completing her mission, and she was also playing her role.

What about yourself? What use do you have?

I can't fight, I can't share their burdens, and even in my most professional field, I can't help my friends at all.

One. He couldn't even detect the needle in One's head.

"Doctor Chun, come and see this." Unable to care so much, Yingzi opened the document bag in her hand and revealed the true prophecy she had printed to Chun Shuichi.

"When the sacred spring dries up, stern warriors will appear like thunder. The sun will be buried in darkness." Sakurako paced back and forth: "The warriors referred to in this prophecy are Kuuga's words, and It’s not the writing of super ancient people.”

"Because in the super ancient world, there is no such concept as a warrior." Yingzi paused: "This kind of thing is often accompanied by the words killing and fighting."

"What do you mean?" Chun Xiuyi was stunned. The super ancient civilization didn't have the concept of warriors?

You must know that in the history of human development, warriors have always existed throughout the history of human development.

Not only the fight between people, but also the fight between people and animals, people and nature, the people who persist in this kind of struggle can be called warriors.

"This needs to be viewed in conjunction with the first sentence." Shadow pointed to the first sentence on the document: "I have been curious about what the sacred spring is before, and I couldn't figure it out."

"It was only later that I realized that this prophecy was not, it should be said to be a warning from the super-ancient people to those who came after me. It was the super-ancient people themselves who wanted to tell the people who came after me what happened to Kongga."

"The records of the previous forms, as well as Kuuga's ability to resurrect the dead, are all records left by super ancient people and tell us."

Chun Xiuyi quickly responded: "What do you mean?"

"If the Kuuga in the four corners are the terrifying existence that can cause the sun to be buried by darkness, then the sacred spring of Kuuga cannot be dried up." Sakurako pulled out the last piece of paper and placed it on Tsubaki Shuichi in front of.

"Perhaps it's not that the super-ancient people didn't have the concept of warriors, but that they couldn't create the existence of warriors for the sake of emptiness."

"You mean, the sacred spring is the beauty in Kuuga's heart, instead of losing those things like a warrior who is immersed in fighting and killing and gradually loses himself?" Chun Shuichi became energetic.

"Because essentially, all the super-ancient writings on the stone walls were preserved to inform us, those who came after us, so this seems to be a prophecy, but in fact,"

"It's a warning, it tells us how to avoid the empty self from becoming an existence that brings ultimate darkness." Finally getting the answer to this prophecy, Sakurako felt relieved.

"So, ultra-ancient people don't have the concept of warriors. This is also why the ultra-ancient Kuuga did not choose to kill all the Gurungi, but sealed them all."

"The ultra-ancient Kuuga must also be a gentle warrior."

Sakurako held her hands and said with emotion: "He must not have become the ultimate darkness, but protected mankind well."

"In that case." Tsubaki Hideichi sighed: "Finally got rid of the haze on Kuga."

"Godai, I don't believe that the sacred spring in his heart will dry up one day." Tsubaki Hideichi laughed and shook his head: "I have never seen a guy more cheerful than him."

"Yes, if it was Godai, it would definitely not become like that." Sakurako nodded heavily. She was about to say something else, but she was shocked by a sudden horrible loud noise in the center of Tokyo.

Tsubaki Hideichi immediately grabbed Sakurako and hid under the bed. The next moment, a violent tremor swept across the city. The horrible shock shook the hospital up and down, and dust rustled.

Overturned instruments and broken water cups were scattered all over the floor, and they could be seen everywhere.

Although they didn't know how this horrible shock was generated, as humans, the battle that broke out in this world now has nothing to do with ordinary humans like them.

Looking up and looking at the black clouds rolling in the sky, Yitiao leaned against the wall and shook his head. Although he couldn't see the road ahead clearly, he still stubbornly moved forward.

He couldn't decide when he would die, but he could decide how he would die.

So he left the hospital, fully armed, and chose to go to the street to find those guys who were turbulent in the world.

Guns are useless, but resistance is inevitable.

In this world, there is no futile resistance, nor is there humility to surrender without a fight.

At least Yitiao is absolutely unwilling to be that kind of person.

Reaching into his arms, Yitiao took out the blue dial from his pocket.

This is what Tiandao left for him, and he has always kept it with him.

Shiratori once used this thing to become a posture similar to Yanlong and Kuuga, and showed extraordinary power.

In other words, other people can also use this thing.

The Metropolitan Police Department's efforts to study unconfirmed life forms for nearly a year were finally destroyed by the emergence of new life forms.

Ichijo knew that those things were useless, and if he wanted to really fight on and share some pressure for this world and the five generations, he would have to use more powerful strength.

"Huh"

Exhaling a breath, Ichijo stretched out his hand, turned the dial, and turned it to the right position, restoring the dial and the watch body to fit perfectly, outlining a complete head portrait of a knight.

"I need your strength now." Ichijo raised the dial.

"Let me fight one last time."