2: The Unfolding of a Classic Plot

[Age 0: You were born into a middle-class family. While not wealthy, your family is comfortable and free from financial worries.]

Hmm, this is a pretty good start.

[Age 1: When your parents took you to a photo studio, your adorable face and unique aura caught the eye of a talent scout.]

[You landed your first baby formula commercial and started earning money for your family before you even knew what money was.]

[Age 2: You learned to walk and began modeling for various children's clothing and footwear brands. Thanks to your efforts, your family's financial situation became even more prosperous.]

Suzumiya Chisato rubbed his chin, a smirk forming on his lips.

Not bad at all. If things continue like this, he might smoothly enter the entertainment industry.

And that's a great place to make money.

[Age 3: You can now speak clearly and even skillfully direct your hot personal assistant, asking her to gently hold you in her arms so you can rest quietly.]

This...

Maybe he's overthinking it. He's only three years old—still just a kid. What does he know about these things?

[Age 4: You started attending kindergarten. Although your work was reduced, you kept some habits, like snuggling up to the prettiest teacher during nap time.]

"…"

[Age 5: Your mother noticed this habit of yours but didn't pay much attention to it. She thought, after all, you're just a child. How could a child have any bad intentions?]

Right, He's still young.

It's normal for kids to enjoy being held. It's a completely natural and necessary phase—nothing to worry about.

[Age 6: Your parents got divorced. Your personal assistant also resigned around the same time due to pregnancy. You started living with your mother.]

Hold on a minute… Let him think this through.

The information conveyed here is a lot to process.

Could things really be developing the way he thinks?

[Age 7: You officially start first grade.]

[Your mother believes the entertainment industry is a dirty place, so she doesn't renew your advertising contracts after they expire and instead urges you to focus on your studies.]

[Age 9: Under your mother's strict guidance, you study diligently.]

[Age 11: You feel bored but continue to study hard.]

[Age 12: Study, study, study! Study what? When will this end?!]

[You toss your pen aside, feeling rebellious. You start thinking that your destiny should be in your own hands, not dictated by anyone else—especially not by your mother.]

[Shortly after that, you get beaten up by your mother for slacking off in your first year of middle school. You go back to studying seriously.]

[However, the discipline only has a superficial effect. Your mother's actions don't truly win you over.]

[The hidden wicked gene within you begins to surface, and you naturally start devising ways to escape studying and increase your free time.]

[You claim to have joined a sports club at school, using this excuse to stay late after classes. This time is actually spent having fun with your friends.]

Alright, it's understandable to want to have fun during middle school.

[Age 13: Even though you're just a second-year middle schooler, you possess a leadership aura that even third-year students respect. You've gathered a group of followers.]

[One day, as you're hanging out by the river with your gang after school, you notice a black-haired girl walking nearby.]

[You find it intriguing. The girls around you usually wear plain, knee-high socks at most.]

[But this girl is different. She's wearing semi-transparent black stockings that hug her thighs, disappearing into the hem of her skirt.]

[Her unique appearance, combined with her striking face, makes your heart skip a beat.]

[Just then, two brightly colored young men with sleazy smiles approach her, clearly trying to hit on her.]

[You notice the girl was looking annoyed, obviously uncomfortable. Glancing back at your loyal followers, you decided to…]

[1. Pretend you saw nothing.]

[2. Rally everyone to confront the situation!]

[3. Who am I? Just a passing Kamen Rider!]

These three options represent different choices: ignoring the situation, leading a group fight, or going solo.

Ignoring it is out of the question. Based on the description, the girl is clearly Kasumigaoka Utaha.

So this choice will determine how their paths cross in the future. If he ignore what's happening now, he might never get another chance to interact with her.

The right choice is obvious.

Suzumiya Chisato selects option 2—there's no other way to go.

The men are older street thugs, while he's just a middle schooler.

If he tries to play the hero alone and ends up getting beaten up, that would be a disaster.

[You call out to your group, who are fishing and catching shrimp by the river, and head towards the girl.]

[The two flashy-haired young men laugh dismissively, thinking you're just a bunch of kids.]

[But they don't realize that the students under your command are anything but ordinary.]

[You quickly surround the two, delivering a well-deserved beatdown.]

[The young men, covered in shoe prints, flee in disgrace.]

[You turn to the girl you've just rescued, offering what you think is a friendly smile, and ask if she's alright.]

[The girl seems a bit frightened but tries to maintain composure as she thanks you.]

[You dismiss your followers and accompany her for a while, learning her name: Kasumigaoka Utaha.]

Just as he suspected, a damsel in distress and a hero to the rescue—a classic plot that's bound to bring us closer.

[You get her contact information and make plans to hang out together.]

[Kasumigaoka Utaha agrees with a smile, though you fail to notice that her smile seems a bit forced.]

Wait, what?

The text makes Suzumiya Chisato feel uneasy.

[Back home, after finishing your homework, you eagerly dial the number Kasumigaoka Utaha gave you.]

[But to your surprise, the number is out of service.]

[You remain silent for a long time, finally concluding that you must have written it down wrong.]

[The next day after school, you go to the spot where you agreed to meet her, waiting until after 11 p.m., but she never shows up.]

[Disheartened, you start heading home, a cold smile forming on your lips.]

This development... doesn't feel right.