Hashimoto Maya spoke from the heart. "It's good."
Kamen Rider's side kicks were painfully slow, and the monster's knife swings were painfully slow too... He could take on ten fighters like that alone. There was no need to worry about being assassinated by an actor.
...If it had been some agile acrobatics or magic tricks, he would have been on edge instead, unable to enjoy it in peace.
Beside him, upon hearing his answer, the child finally voiced his thoughts. "Today's show was awful. You really have never seen anything good."
Hashimoto Maya: "?"
...He took back some of what he had said earlier.
Brats really were annoying.
A few steps away, Curacao glanced over here, then glanced over again.
Curacao: "..."
Why did it feel like Hashimoto Maya was no longer pretending and was genuinely delighted by Uzo's arrangements?
Was there something wrong with this guy's brain? He didn't look like someone who liked children either.
He had only been around Uzo for a few days, yet he had already become all twisted... Terrifying. Once this mission was over, she would stay as far away from Uzo as possible and completely cut off every route of contamination.
After being forced to watch a children's fairy-tale play for a while, Curacao belatedly realized: Come to think of it, where had Uzo gone?
She turned her head suspiciously and looked around. Before long, she spotted Jiang Xia among the crowd.
He had sent everyone else to watch the show at Kamen Land, yet he had quietly slipped elsewhere himself—between the Roller Coaster and Kamen Land stood a steel platform, frighteningly tall, with a deep river flowing beneath it around the entire amusement park.
Jiang Xia was standing there now, looking up at the platform.
Curacao followed his gaze for a