“Yanagi, still no word from PubSec?” Miyabi was currently intently focused on several pens, attempting to stack them upright on top of one another.
“No.
Their answers are all very consistent.
All they know is that he likes to wander into Hollows in his free time, save people, and beat up illegal gangs.
All independent action — no connection to PubSec whatsoever.” Although Yanagi felt something was off, she still read the report aloud to Miyabi.
“Chief, are you…?” Yanagi looked somewhat helplessly at Hoshimi Miyabi, who was earnestly stacking pens.
“Yanagi, I am currently completing my training of stacking pens.” Miyabi explained to Tsukishiro Yanagi with absolute seriousness.
“I want to spar with that Starlight Knight.” Miyabi’s expression was earnest.
“Judging by the current situation, he bears no ill will.
However, the military seems to have taken an interest in his technology.” Yanagi’s expression was slightly grim.
“They won’t be able to catch him.” Miyabi didn’t take Yanagi’s words to heart.
Her tone was utterly certain.
Miyabi’s certainty only made Yanagi even more intrigued by this Kamen Rider.
….
“Hm hm hm~ la de da de da~” Buyuan headed home, laden with bags big and small.
“Busy day today.
Celebrate with everyone tonight, then straight to bed.
Tomorrow, write some of my novel, stroll around, relax.
Day after, hang out with Ellen and release the second song at the same time.
Then the day after that, I can go chat with Astra Yao.” Buyuan was thoroughly satisfied with his current life.
“The job at the Dead End Hollow is coming up soon too.
I really hope when I wake up tomorrow morning, there’ll be a Skyfire Greatsword under my pillow.
And a Kamen Rider W Driver.
And Excalibur.
Throw in a Gundam while you’re at it.” As if making a wish, Buyuan rattled off a long list of weapon names.
Somewhere within a certain space.
Wiggle wiggle wiggle.
(I really am shameless.) Wiggle wiggle wiggle.
(Can’t give ’em!) Buyuan hummed a little tune on his way home.
He left the front door slightly ajar so Makoto could bring Baal back in with ease.
He tossed his things aside and sprawled comfortably onto the couch.
Just as he was scrolling through videos, a message notification popped up on his screen.
Chaotic Fried Rice: Is your new song still not ready?
Expectant.jpg Looks like Astra’s off work now.
Fate Not Arrived: Just about ready.
Planning to record it Saturday.
Chaotic Fried Rice: Why don’t you just go to a recording studio and record the audio directly?
Fate Not Arrived: I don’t plan on becoming a singer.
Filming a video makes it feel more amateur, which fits the hobby vibe better.
Chaotic Fried Rice: That’s a real shame, then.
Fate Not Arrived: You seem more eager about this than I am.
Chaotic Fried Rice: Your singing is really nice.
The technique’s a bit lacking, but it gives off the feeling that you’ve been through a lot.
The emotion more than makes up for it.
Fate Not Arrived: I’d rather have people pay more attention to my own charisma in the video.
(.-ω-)zzz Chaotic Fried Rice: Even though I can’t make out your face clearly, you give off the impression of being very handsome~ Fate Not Arrived: Well, of course.
ξ( ?＞??) You’ve got good taste.
Chaotic Fried Rice: Could you sing just a short snippet of the song you’ve prepared for me, a cappella?
Expectant.jpg Buyuan thought it over and decided to agree.
She flirted with me — how could I possibly say no!
Fate Not Arrived: [Voice message] 40s Chaotic Fried Rice: Such a unique style!
Are you really not planning on entering the entertainment industry?
I happen to know a super famous big star~ Fate Not Arrived: Sorry, no such plans.
╮(??ω??)╭ Chaotic Fried Rice: Alright.
A friend of mine is looking for me.
I’ll message you next time.
(′?ω??`) Fate Not Arrived: ok After finishing his chat with Astra, Buyuan took the Starlight Knight tape out of the video player and swapped in the Oh~ Sweetie tape.
It was still early — the perfect time for him to appraise this Big Sis Monica that Billy couldn’t stop thinking about.
Buyuan found himself defenseless before the massive justice on display.
The flowing waves assailed his heart.
The refined, elegant visage was trying to pry its way into his brain.
Suddenly, he felt he should turn off the TV — but a little thief inside his head told him he ought to keep watching.
Without him noticing, the ajar door was pushed open.
A little Bangboo merrily walked in.
Hehe~ Not hehe!
Makoto watched Buyuan staring at the sexy big sister on TV and instantly soured.
He was chasing them everywhere in real life, and now he wouldn’t even spare the ones on TV.
“Master!
What are you watching!” Makoto hefted her beloved little parasol and delivered a golden headshot.
“Baal, ahahaha…
you’re back.” Buyuan discreetly turned off the TV.
Please.
He couldn’t afford to offend this one — her figure was way better than Monica’s anyway.
He wasn’t about to pick up a sesame seed and drop a watermelon.
“Pervert!” Makoto muttered in dissatisfaction, but then seemed to suddenly remember she was a Bangboo.
“Whatever master wishes to watch is master’s own freedom.” Makoto’s words and tone clashed terribly.
Because her soul was piloting the body, Makoto’s voice seemed to be one she’d tuned herself.
Mature yet carrying a hint of softness.
Being fierce at the moment, it was kind of cute.
“Cough.
I won’t watch it next time.
It’s due back anyway.
I’ll return it to Belle tomorrow.” Buyuan pretended nothing had happened.
Buyuan more or less guessed that Makoto had realized he already knew she wasn’t a Bangboo.
After all, there was no way she wasn’t aware of how many clues she’d let slip.
“Anyway, let’s get dinner ready first.
The Cunning Hares and Managers are coming again tonight.” Buyuan took the prepared ingredients to the kitchen to wash them.
“Mm.
Leave it to me.” Makoto tied on her little apron.
With Buyuan assisting, Makoto’s efficiency wasn’t just fast — it was lightning fast.
As per tradition, Buyuan still made the burgers himself.
“Don’t tell them I’ve been loaded with a voice module later,” Makoto said, leaning in close to Buyuan.
“Oh!
Dropping the act?” Buyuan was a bit surprised.
“I’m more curious when you figured it out.” Makoto answered helplessly.
“Right from the start.” “The start?” Makoto was puzzled.
“The first morning after you appeared.” Buyuan put on a cheeky expression.
“!” Makoto’s little electronic eyes went wide.
“And you pretended not to know?” Makoto was a bit angered.
“Yep.
Didn’t I also pretend not to know Belle and the others at first when I was being Kamen Rider?” Buyuan said matter-of-factly.
“Clearly, I really enjoy doing this.” Buyuan struck a rather miraculous pose, hands on hips, to announce this.
“That does fit your style.” Makoto felt a bit weary at heart.
“I’ll look into getting you a combat-grade body in a while.
That way, you’ll have an easier time getting around.” Buyuan didn’t continue teasing Makoto.
“No thanks.” Makoto’s gaze towards Buyuan carried disdain.
“Just where exactly is your mind going?
I’m not so far gone as to be interested in a combat-grade body.
Aren’t Ellen and Belle appealing enough?” Buyuan expressed dissatisfaction at Makoto’s scorn.
What answered Buyuan was the Lion’s Fang!
(Strike that.) A spatula.
Buyuan ultimately soothed the bristling Makoto back to calm.
He pulled out his phone and notified everyone they could come over.
When it came to food, they were all unexpectedly enthusiastic.
Every single one of them arrived with incredible speed.
Tonight was another lively night.
As Buyuan came clean, this fox spirit — who already radiated an aura that drew people irresistibly closer — successfully farmed yet another wave of goodwill.
After adding the Cunning Hares as friends, Nicole was about to drag Billy away.
Billy was currently locked in a battle of wits with the Kabuto Zecter.
“Boss Nicole, please!
Just a little longer!
I’m sure I can get the Kabuto Zecter to accept me and let me experience transforming just once!” Billy’s voice was earnest.
“If you don’t come now, I’m leaving you here.” Nicole’s forehead was sprouting veins.
“That won’t do.
I don’t allow men to stay overnight here.” Buyuan righteously rejected the idea Nicole had in mind.
“Meaning women are allowed?” Anby’s voice was blank.
“Hey!
Anby, have you been won over by this guy with just a few burgers!” Nicole turned on Anby in displeasure.
“And you!
Are you a reincarnated succubus or something!
Seducing every single one you meet!” Nicole wheeled on Buyuan, denouncing his outrageous behavior.
“So Nicole admits she’s got interested too?” Buyuan looked at Nicole teasingly.
“What are you talking about!” Nicole refused to take that lying down.
She marched over, gave Billy a knuckle-cracking head thump, and dragged him away.
“Goodbye, Buyuan.
I’ll come back for burgers again.” Anby politely waved farewell to Buyuan.
“Always welcome!” Buyuan shut the door after seeing the three off.
“Tch.
And another one fooled by you.” Makoto’s tone was sour.
“Tsk.
Why’s the air so vinegary?
Makoto, did you use vinegar and forget to close the cap?” Buyuan teased a certain someone.
“Come on.
Time for bed.” Buyuan scooped Makoto up.
“You scoundrel!
Let go of me!
Pervert!” Makoto struggled, but it was futile.
A powerless Bangboo facing a perverted fox spirit — fighting with all her strength, she could not prevail.
“Even with amnesia, you’re still this insufferable!” Makoto fidgeted restlessly in Buyuan’s arms.
“What’s gotten into you?
Weren’t you fine on any other night?” Buyuan sighed helplessly, watching the Bangboo squirming in his arms.
“Is that even the same thing!” Makoto wanted to explain but shut her mouth instead.
Before, she hadn’t revealed her identity.
Now that she had, she was no longer just a Bangboo.
“What’s there to overthink?
I knew from the very beginning that you were Raiden Makoto.
From the very start, it was Raiden Makoto I was holding, not a Bangboo.” Buyuan speechlessly tapped her round little head.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?
Close your eyes.
Sleep.” Buyuan turned off the lights after speaking.
Meanwhile, at Victoria Housekeeping.
A certain shark was staring at her phone, waiting for the stinky fox who sent her goodnight every single night.
“Strange.
It’s so late.
Why hasn’t he sent a message yet?” “Could he have fallen asleep already!” “Maybe he was just too tired today.” Ellen comforted herself, but still sent him a goodnight before turning off the light to sleep.
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