She is actually free (12)

Michinaga opened his eyes, only to be met with a woman smiling at him. The shock in his voice was clearly audible as he asked, "Who are you!?"

"I'm Beroba. I'm the sponsor supporting the Jamato," she explained with a hint of excitement in her voice, as if she were filled with childlike wonder.

"Hah? Sponsor?" Michinaga said, still confused by the situation.

Beroba chuckled before saying, "Would you look at that? A human turning into a Jamato!" Her voice was filled with happiness and excitement.

Michinaga pulled his hands free from her grip, firmly stating, "Don't lump me in with those monsters."

"Hey, your dream is to beat every Kamen Rider to a pulp, right?" Beroba asked, looking at him intently.

"If that's the case, we should team up," she suggested with a cheerful tone.

"You're a DGO admin too? Huh," Michinaga responded bluntly.

Beroba's smile vanished, and venom seeped into her voice as she said, "Don't lump me in with those hacks."

"Then what are you after?" Michinaga questioned her, locking eyes with her.

"I just can't get enough of human misery!" Beroba exclaimed, letting out a laugh. "We could make your ideal world a reality, depending on your response," she added, smiling.

"Really now?" Michinaga replied skeptically, not fully believing her.

"Do whatever it takes to win; that's your thing, isn't it?" she commented, walking around him.

"Shouldn't you be trying to capitalize on me?" she continued, giggling with her mouth closed.

POV change.

While Keiwa was trying to find a way to save his sister, Aaron was exploring the man's house, searching for a pair of scissors. Instead of telling Keiwa, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Finally, he found a pair of scissors and made his way to where Sara was bound. With a swift cut, he freed her from the pineapple's restraints.

"Here you go," Aaron said with a smile, handing her the scissors.

"Thank you," Sara said, looking at him gratefully. Aaron's face softened a bit upon realizing the deep bond between Keiwa and Sara.

Time skip.

Aaron opened his phone and dialed Keiwa's number. As Keiwa answered the call, Aaron spoke, "Your sister is a great cook."

"What? Isn't she all tied up?" Keiwa replied, confused by Aaron's statement.

"Oh, about that... I figured out which color needed to be cut," Aaron nonchalantly explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Keiwa asked, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of anger.

"I had forgotten that I killed a Jamato that was carrying a pineapple," Aaron casually replied.

"So, Nee-chan is alright?" Keiwa asked, his voice filled with audible joy.

"She's fine and well. I can even pass her the phone," Aaron said, glancing at Sara and speaking to Keiwa through the phone.

"Please do," Keiwa eagerly replied.

Aaron handed Sara the phone, and she started speaking to her little brother. Keiwa's voice held worry for his sister's safety as he asked if she was alright.

"I'm fine, but this experience made me not want to eat pineapple again," Sara said, injecting a touch of humor into her words. Aaron could hear Keiwa's audible smile from the other side of the phone.

Aaron continued to enjoy the warm food in front of him. It was a pleasant change from the usual vending machine meals he consumed.

Sara ended her call with Keiwa and returned the phone to Aaron, saying thank you. He accepted the phone with a smile and commented, "You seem pretty good with your hands."

"You think?" Sara replied, looking at her own hands.

"Yeah, I frankly don't know how you can hold your chopsticks so easily," Aaron added.

"I can teach you," she offered, and Aaron smiled, saying, "I would like that."

Time skip.

Keiwa entered his house in a hurry, filled with happiness at the thought of finally seeing his sister. But as he stepped into the room, confusion washed over him.

A/N keep in mind as of now Keiwa as no reason to not trust Aaron