Characters
- Masaru Aso/Kamen Rider ZO (麻生 勝／仮面ライダーZO, Asō Masaru/Kamen Raidā Zetto Ō?): The hero of the story, Masaru was originally the assistant to Doctor Mochizuki until the doctor conducted experiments on him. Horrified at being made into a grasshopper-like cyborg, Masaru went into hiding in the mountains for two years and fell into a coma until he awoke with an unconscious urge to protect Hiroshi. Although he hates Mochizuki, Masaru eventually forgives him before learning the man was telepathically communicating with him.
- Hiroshi Mochizuki (望月 宏, Mochizuki Hiroshi?): A young boy who lives with his grandfather Seikichi and is targeted by the Neo Organism. Hiroshi longs to be with his father, who had gone missing years ago. As a memento, Doctor Mochizuki gave Hiroshi a pocket watch that played music. Hiroshi is at first afraid of ZO, but as ZO proves he truly was a friend, Hiroshi affectionately refers to ZO as "Onii-chan" or "brother".
- Doctor Mochizuki (望月 博士, Mochizuki-hakase?): A mad scientist who turned Masaru into ZO and then created the Neo Organism. His dream was to create the "perfect lifeform", but instead it turned on him and was held captive by his creation. He uses grasshoppers as a means to contact ZO via telepathy.
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