Look, everyone is running away! That’s the right thing to do! It’s instinct! You were so badly injured... You nearly died! Shouldn’t you run? You’re not that ‘Kamen Rider Kabuto’ anymore! You’re just an ordinary person who got lucky and survived, someone who’s afraid! No one will blame you! No one can condemn someone who escaped those monsters’ claws with their life for choosing to survive!
The reasons were so convincing, the logic so airtight. Fear was reasonable, and retreat was justified.
But his feet seemed nailed to the spot by invisible steel spikes.
The crowd continued to surge past, bumping into his body, frozen like a reef, with irritated groans and panicked shoves.
Beneath the filthy blanket, his fingers curled unconsciously, then clenched tight. His nails dug deep into his palm, bringing a sharp, unmistakably real sting.
Suddenly!
Something hard pressed into his hand.
Jiang Yu raised his hand. The object in his grasp gleamed fiery red in the sunlight, its golden horn standing tall and unyielding.
The Kabuto Zecter he was always clamoring to use for transformation games, the Zecter that had always been avoiding him,
this time, it had come to Jiang Yu of its own accord...
The protagonist is written as if he knows the plot but doesn't understand the contradiction.