NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6: Jama ball (6)
The room fell into an eerie silence as Tsumuri managed to divert the attention by interjecting, "The voted player will be eliminated regardless of their role, so please think carefully before you choose."
Aaron inwardly sighed, weary from the events that had unfolded. He made his way to his makeshift home, seeking solace in slumber. Before succumbing to exhaustion, he ensured that he had cast his vote.
Time skipped, and the atmosphere shifted. Tsumuri announced, "The Jamato have appeared, marking the official start of Round 2. It's game Jjamar ball." With a wave of her hand, she teleported everyone to the battlefield.
However, as Tsumuri scanned the surroundings, she noticed the absence of two individuals. Daichi, still recovering from an injury, was expected to be absent. But the missing presence of Aaron puzzled her. Determined to find him, she searched the base, her footsteps echoing in the silence. (A/N Aaron kicked Daichi in the nuts because he kept calling him the disaster but for some reason, the scene that I wrote for this is gone)
Finally, she heard the soft sound of snoring, leading her to a familiar dark-skinned man peacefully sleeping in his tent. His face bore no traces of worry, displaying a serenity that intrigued her.
Another time skip, and Aaron awoke with a reddened face. He found himself in the Navigator room, having been teleported there by Tsumuri without uttering a single word. As he landed, he realized he was in the midst of a fiercely contested match of catch and throw the ball.
Activating his bukcle, Aaron transformed into his Raion form, donning a lightweight and durable armor that instilled him with a readiness for chaos.
Observing Sae's failed attempt at shooting the ball, Aaron couldn't help but blurt out his thoughts, "For a basketball player, you sure do suck at this." His words struck a nerve, visibly irking Sae.
Mocking him, she challenged, "If you think it's that easy, why don't you try it?" Aaron's smile widened, and he replied, "Sure, I don't see why not."
He swiftly blocked a shot from a Jamato and retrieved an item from the ground, throwing it with all his might. Determined, he pursued it as if his very life depended on it. As the object reached the other side of the field, a round rock collided with the head of a disoriented Jamato, leaving them momentarily stunned.
With everyone scrambling to locate the ball, Aaron leaped onto the head of the incapacitated Jamato, seizing the opportunity to throw the ball into the goal. A point scored for his team. Landing gracefully, he turned his gaze back to Sae, taunting her, "Nah, it's just that you suck at basketball. You should probably quit the sport."
"Bastard," she muttered, visibly furious beneath her mask, her anger palpable to Aaron, whose grin remained hidden behind his own mask. He couldn't help but find the situation hilarious.
As the Jyama ball match progressed, Aaron discerned a pattern among the Jamato. The stronger, more evolved ones took the lead in scoring, while the weaker ones passed the ball around. This observation sparked an idea within him.
Putting on the creation buckle, he set out to execute a vital plan. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he completed his masterpiece.
As the evolved Jamato launched the ball towards the Kamen Rider goal, it encountered an imposing concrete wall. The Jamato stood stunned, their efforts thwarted. Atop the wall, a familiar figure addressed them, "This isn't cheating; I'm just utilizing my skills."
Though his words suggested fairness, it was undoubtedly an unfair advantage, exploiting a loophole within the rules.
Instead of assisting his teammates, Aaron decided to recline on top of the wall, basking in the pleasure of his accomplishment. Feeling refreshed and invincible, he observed the Jamato trapped within the hardening concrete and smiled, casting his gaze upon the sky.
An unsettling sensation tugged at his instincts, unsettling his peace of mind. Yet, as the sound of Kamen Riders scoring points continued to echo, Aaron found solace in his relaxation, fortifying the wall each time it incurred damage.