"Kamen Rider?"
Moribe Mamiya looked surprised, a trace of complicated emotion mingling in her eyes.
It was not just because the unfamiliar young man before her was also a tokusatsu fan, but because the words "Kamen Rider" stirred memories of her past.
"Yes." Tosu Hideo nodded firmly.
Mr. Moribe had been a Kamen Rider fan, as he had mentioned in his farewell letter. Under his influence, his daughter Moribe Mamiya had also come to love Kamen Rider.
Kamen Rider could be called a bond between the Moribe father and daughter.
"I don't know why you're asking. Maybe I liked it before, but I don't like Kamen Rider now. In fact, I hate it!"
The strange, complicated look on Moribe Mamiya's face vanished in an instant. Her gaze was cold, and she radiated an unapproachable air.
"Why?" Tosu Hideo's heart sank, and the question slipped out.
"Tokusatsu shows like Kamen Rider are really just fantasies for children and men who never grow up, aren't they?" Moribe Mamiya said coldly.
"In reality, there could never be a Kamen Rider who appeared in a crisis to punish evil and uphold good, who never gave up and only grew braver with every setback. Besides..."
Moribe Mamiya took a sip of her cocktail. Her fingers tightened slightly around the glass, her knuckles turning a little white.
"I knew a man who loved Kamen Rider, but in the end, he still surrendered to life and abandoned his wife and child. Even now, no one knows where he is..."
Moribe Mamiya suddenly fell silent. She regretted sharing such private thoughts with a man she had only met that day.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this. Maybe I've had a little too much to drink."
Was it the alcohol loosening her tongue? Or had this man's questions