In Fuuto: Starting as a Kamen Rider 01

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She saw the madness in the enemy's eyes.

I also saw the absolute trust my sister had in me.

The last trace of cowardice in my heart was completely burned away, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

A swift and powerful flying kick, carrying the force of wind and thunder, slammed into the back of the locust hybrid.

"boom!"

A dull, loud thud, like a heavy hammer striking a broken drum.

That wasn't a simple impact.

Instead, it was high-frequency energy condensed to the extreme, which forcefully pierced through the opponent's biological carapace the moment it made contact.

The immense impact abruptly halted the locust hybrid's forward momentum.

Her forward lunge was abruptly interrupted, and her entire body staggered uncontrollably forward. Her chest, the strongest and most vital defensive part, was now completely exposed due to the sudden and heavy blow.

She was exposed to Kamen Rider Metsu (Saeko), who was already waiting in the same spot.

This was not a coincidence of improvisation.

This was the most perfect coordinated attack that the two sisters had practiced countless times in simulated battles.

It is the ultimate manifestation of trust and tacit understanding.

"ended."

"Kamen Rider Metsubou" coldly declared.

These three words are the final judgment on the enemy's fate.

Her right leg, which had long been brimming with boundless poisonous energy, now emitted an eerie purple light.

A sweet yet deadly scent filled the air.

That purple light, with its resolute determination to pierce through everything and its awareness to sever all ties with the past, fiercely pierced through!

A cold system tone sounded from the drive.

【ZetsumetsuDystopia! 】

The purple knight's kick had a precise trajectory, without the slightest deviation.

It drew a deadly arc in the air, like a scorpion that had been poised to strike and then unleashed its stinger.

The target was the core of the locust hybrid's chest.

"Crack——!"

A crisp, clear sound rang out.

The sound was like solid ice shattering in an instant, or like glass being smashed by a heavy hammer.

The locust hybrid's prized, robust carapace, capable of withstanding artillery fire, proved remarkably fragile before this knight's kick, whose penetrating power was unparalleled.

The long, purple legs, unstoppable, pierced through him in an instant.

“Uh…～ˇ …”

The locust hybrid lowered its head in disbelief.

Her gaze passed through the grotesque hole in her chest, constantly billowing black smoke.

She saw the long, purple leg that pierced through her body, exuding an aura of death and end.

His eyes were filled with incomprehensible resentment.

And then there's the utter despair.

The Gaia Memory within her body reached its limit first under the impact of this devastating, highly toxic energy.

The core chip of the memory emitted a mournful cry of despair, unable to bear the strain.

Cracks spread rapidly across the golden shell.

finally.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The memory chip shattered on the spot.

Having lost all energy support, the locust hybrid's body, constructed from data and desire, also experienced a violent chain reaction of explosions.

"Do not--!"

With a piercing, distorted scream, this once high-ranking, arrogant cadre in the museum, this traitor who attempted to climb over everyone to the top, along with her sordid ambition, was utterly disintegrated in the interplay of purple and gold light.

She turned into ashes that filled the sky.

She was killed by two women she despised the most, who joined forces.

This is perhaps the most perfect irony for her arrogance that is rooted in her bones.

The battle is over.

The aftershocks of the explosion whipped up a gust of wind that ruffled the sisters' hair.

The entire warehouse fell silent once more, as if struck by death.

The only sounds in the air were the monotonous buzzing of the searchlights and the lingering, faint smell of gunpowder mixed with ozone and burnt fumes.

The two sisters stood quietly on the second-floor platform.

They stared at the data points slowly fading under the light, remaining silent for a long time.

The end of a traitor also foreshadows the end of an old era.

And a new era belonging to them has just begun.

The aftershocks of the explosion completely dissipated.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, mixed with a strange, sweet, and metallic tang.

Sonozaki Saeko slowly raised her hand and removed the armor from her body.

Purple energy particles peeled away like stardust and dissipated in the night wind.

Wakana Sonozaki, who was next to her, did the same thing.

The armor, filled with the aura of slaughter and death, was removed, revealing their two breathtakingly beautiful faces once more.

One is cold and aloof like ice, the other pure and innocent like water; two completely different kinds of beauty, yet both are tinged with the same weariness at this moment.

Wakana's gaze was fixed on the huge charred mark on the ground.

That blackness was like a bottomless abyss, threatening to suck her soul in as well.

Her face was a little pale.

My fingertips were still trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

This was not the first time she had participated in a battle.

Even though she ended a life with her own hands, she still felt waves of discomfort rising from her stomach.

That woman was once their "colleague".

Now, all that remains is an unrecognizable pile of charred remains.

In the past, she would scream after a battle.

She would immediately hide behind her sister, seeking that cool yet reliable protection.

But this time, she didn't.

She simply stood there and took a deep breath.

The cold, salty air filled my lungs, suppressing the intense palpitations in my heart.

She forced herself to calm down.

Then, she moved.

She took the initiative and walked step by step toward her older sister, Saeko.

Saeko had already reached the edge of the platform.

With her back to Wakana, she stood like a proud statue, gazing into the distance.

Wakana followed her example, walked over, and stood side by side with her.

The broken warehouse is like a giant picture frame.

What's framed is the dazzling and bustling night view of the distant Fengdu.

Countless lights converged into golden rivers, flowing silently across the dark earth.

The sea breeze blew in through the huge hole in the warehouse, carrying a salty, damp smell.

The wind howled, gently lifting the sisters' long hair, causing it to intertwine and entwine in the air, becoming inseparable.

silence.

A long, heavy silence spread between the two.

This silence was not awkward.

It was like a soft net, catching their weary souls.

Something unprecedented is growing inside.

It is warmth, it is peace, it is a kind of mutual support after surviving a catastrophe.

A long time has passed, or perhaps just a moment.

It was Wakana who broke the silence first.

Her voice was soft, slightly shaky from the wind, and carried a faint, uncertain tremor.

"elder sister."

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

"Did we... really do the right thing?"