A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [5]

Thud.

Raynare, crashing heavily onto the ground, lay miserably among scattered rubble.

Aside from her previously severed arm, her remaining limbs now twisted grotesquely at unnatural angles.

If one listened closely enough, they might even catch faint moans escaping her lips.

After transforming, Rōma had shown absolutely no mercy, hitting her brutally—but precisely—to ensure she wouldn’t die, while inflicting the maximum possible damage.

“This is…”

Sitting numbly on the ground clutching his schoolbag, Aki Tomoya stared at Raynare with a flicker of sympathy.

No matter what, isn’t this going a bit too far?

At this moment, he’d completely forgotten the fact that Raynare had just taken him hostage.

Maybe that was exactly what defined a Heisei-era otaku—morals easily warped by appearances.

If it’s a cute girl, even a murderer could be acceptable, even a little moe.

“All done.”

Undoing his transformation, Rōma lightly tapped his earpiece and said casually:

“Commence containment procedures.”

“Roger.”

A deep voice responded immediately through the earpiece.

Seconds later, a group of heavily armed figures clad in pitch-black uniforms swiftly poured into the street.

Some began cleaning up traces of the battle, while others loaded the fallen angel into a specialized containment box.

Each had their own role, performed efficiently.

Tomoya noticed a logo on their backs—a symbol resembling a burning torch—and on their chests, another emblem, vaguely resembling a fox.

“What’s the lab saying? Any new memory-wiping tools yet?”

“No, nothing yet. Though we've found anomalous items with similar effects, we can't deploy them until their effectiveness is verified.”

“I see. That's unfortunate.”

“It's not really my place, but I'd prefer if you'd stick to tasks befitting humans.”

Arms crossed, Rōma stood casually to the side, exchanging words with the team leader without any concern for Tomoya’s feelings.

Lab? Memory wipe?

Tomoya suddenly felt he’d grasped something important.

Could it be… these guys were from some evil organization?

Within mere seconds, Tomoya's imagination had spun up a million-word light novel plot in his mind:

A protagonist who accidentally discovers a sinister organization, then uses his hidden powers to battle them...

But what were those anomalous items they mentioned?

Watching Raynare being tightly restrained and sealed in a metal container, Tomoya felt a chill run down his spine.

And what will they do next?

Silence the witnesses?

This terrifying possibility immediately drenched Tomoya’s forehead in cold sweat.

Subtly scanning his surroundings, he quickly tried to pinpoint a suitable escape route.

Noticing Tomoya’s restless glances, the team leader paid little attention.

How could an ordinary otaku know anything meaningful about this?

It wasn't the sort of situation where someone could miraculously burst with power and escape. Every operative present was among the elite of the elite.

Honestly, if Tomoya somehow did manage to escape, recruiting him into the organization wouldn't be off the table.

But past experience told the leader that this guy definitely couldn't pull that off.

“It’s about time.”

Glancing away casually, the leader murmured thoughtfully.

“Yeah.”

Rōma nodded in agreement.

Now’s my chance!

Seeing their distraction, Tomoya’s eyes lit up. Taking advantage of the moment when “nobody was paying attention,” he bolted.

Nearby, an operative who’d been quietly cleaning the scene calmly put down his tools, stepping smoothly in front of Tomoya.

“Get out of my way!”

Tomoya yelled, throwing his schoolbag in a desperate attack.

The operative tilted his head slightly, dodging Tomoya’s childish throw effortlessly.

“Yes!”

Just as Tomoya thought he’d made it past the operative, wild excitement surged in his heart.

I did it!

But that joy was fleeting.

The operative calmly reached out, firmly grabbing Tomoya’s shoulder. In one fluid motion, he hooked a foot around Tomoya’s leg, effortlessly flipping him onto the ground.

“Don’t move.”

Expertly twisting Tomoya’s arm behind his back, the operative spoke calmly, as though he’d rehearsed the scenario countless times.

Nearby team members barely reacted, merely glancing over briefly before returning to their work.

“Shall we?”

Watching Tomoya struggle helplessly on the ground, Rōma turned to the leader with a casual shrug.

Naturally, the leader had no objections.

“Good afternoon, Aki Tomoya-kun.”

Squatting down to eye level, Rōma greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Just who the hell are you people?”

Covered in dirt, Tomoya glared at Rōma through gritted teeth.

As expected, this guy was definitely up to no good!

Seeing Tomoya’s hostile expression, Rōma shrugged indifferently.

“You know, this is the thirteenth time you've said that exact line to me.”

Hearing this seemingly unrelated remark, Tomoya froze in confusion.

Thirteenth time?

Have I ever said something like that before?

Wait?!

Tomoya’s pupils suddenly shrank, recalling the earlier mention of memory wiping. He instantly understood.

“Looks like you get it now.”

Patting his knees as he stood back up, Rōma signaled the operative to release Tomoya.

This guy’s attempts at escape were nothing new—everyone was pretty used to it by now.

“Who exactly are you guys?”

Standing up awkwardly, Tomoya continued staring fiercely at Rōma.

In his mind, Rōma was now officially labeled part of an evil organization.

“Our organization's full name is Chaldea, the Human Order Security Organization. Don’t bother thinking too deeply about the name.”

“Our mission is to protect humanity from anomalous threats, regardless of whether humanity itself appreciates it.”

Rōma explained, somewhat bored.

He’d repeated similar explanations to Tomoya already twelve—no, thirteen times.

He’d even grown familiar enough to predict Tomoya’s exact next reaction.

“Your next line will be: ‘Are you kidding me?’”

“Are you kidding m—”

Tomoya’s mouth snapped shut mid-sentence.

How the hell did he know exactly what I was going to say?

Could he actually read minds?

“No, I can't read minds.”

Rōma answered earnestly.

“It's just that your thoughts are written all over your face.”

That’s basically the same damn thing, isn’t it?!

“Not really,” Rōma replied easily. “It’s just some basic micro-expression analysis.”

You just said you can't read minds!

Tomoya screamed internally.

“Alright, enough chatting. Time to wipe your memory again.”

From nowhere, Rōma pulled out a baseball bat, casually sizing up Tomoya’s head.

He’d already struck the back of his head yesterday, so avoiding that spot today seemed wise.

“Wait, wait, wait! I still have something to say!”

Tomoya shouted frantically, waving his hands desperately.

But Rōma was merciless.

“Not interested. Oh, and by the way…”

At this point, Rōma’s expression twisted into a wicked grin.

“You've got great taste in heroines.”

With that, Rōma swung the bat decisively.

A dull thud echoed as Tomoya fell unconscious to the ground.

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