"To Osaka!"
"Mr. Moribe's feelings will reach his daughter."
Tosu Hideo pulled two letters wrapped in waterproof plastic film from beneath his tattered Kamen Rider suit and spoke solemnly.
He raised them over his head toward the fluorescent light on the ceiling and carefully checked them for a while. Fortunately, they were undamaged.
The plastic film was covered in blood, though he did not know whether it was his own or that of the Matori Group's Yakuza.
After wiping out the Matori Group's fighting forces, particularly its leader who had lost his son, his wife and daughter's safety was assured. Tosu Hideo's greatest obsession now was fulfilling Mr. Moribe's last wish.
Tosu also considered turning himself in to the police, but ultimately abandoned the thought.
Although everyone he had killed was Yakuza scum, with so many dead, he would probably be sentenced to death if the police caught him.
Once the news broke, labels like "Reiwa's most vicious killer" would be slapped onto Tosu Hideo.
Then his daughter, Karei Tosu, would have to bear the stigma of being a murderer's daughter, suffering contempt at university and at work in the future.
The Tosu family might also be ostracized by their community and forced to move away.
If that was how it would turn out, he would be better off pretending to have disappeared.
But now, Tosu Hideo glanced out the window. Officers from several nearby police boxes had already arrived downstairs, and several police cars had blocked the intersection.
His immediate priority was escaping the police cordon.
Fight my way out?
That was out of the question. Not only were the police certain to be armed, making breaking through so many guns far too dangerous, but Tosu Hideo could not bring himself to do it.
Everything Tosu Hideo had been