After some time on Patch, Akira managed to secure passage to Anima, where he would begin the long, treacherous journey to Mistral.
He had a rough plan in mind but knew he'd have to stay sharp, as the road to Mistral was fraught with threats—from bandits to Grimm to rival Huntsmen. The voyage across the sea was relatively quiet, giving him time to fine-tune his equipment and run diagnostics on the Cavalier Storm.
[ Small Time Skip ]
Upon arriving in Anima, Akira wasted no time. He disembarked from the ship, revved up his bike, and began his journey east.
The road was long, stretching into the rugged landscape of Anima, but his mind was focused, his destination clear.
Some hours later, Akira spotted a fuel station in the distance.
The sign read AfterLife, and it had the look of a place frequented by travelers and rogues alike. He pulled up, parked the Cavalier Storm beside the pumps, and made his way inside.
Inside, the place was dimly lit, filled with a smoky haze and the quiet murmur of other travelers.
A lone bartender was polishing a glass behind the counter as Akira approached.
The bartender looked up, sizing him up with a quick glance. "What'll it be, stranger?"
Akira glanced around, feeling the weight of the Attache Calibur at his side.
Akira: "Whiskey. Aged twelve years, if you've got it."
The bartender gave a nod, pulled out a dusty bottle, and poured a glass, sliding it over to him.
Akira took a sip, savoring the burn before setting the glass down with a satisfied sigh. He reached into his pocket and laid a few coins on the counter.
The bartender picked them up, scrutinizing Akira with a raised brow.
Bartender: "Not many people come through here with that kind of… equipment. What brings someone like you to Anima?"
Akira's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting.
Akira: "The answer's simple," he replied, his tone smooth. "I'm just a passing-through Kamen Rider."
The bartender gave a slight chuckle, though the curiosity in his gaze lingered.
Bartender: "Well, whatever that means, just be careful. Not every stranger's welcome in these parts."
Akira gave him a nod, downed the rest of his whiskey, and stood.
Akira: "Thanks for the drink."
He stepped back out into the open, the night air cool against his face.
The Cavalier Storm gleamed in the moonlight, waiting for him.
He refueled the bike, taking a moment to glance out over the vast, empty land ahead.
The road to Mistral stretched out into the night, and he knew that each mile would bring him closer to new challenges.
With one last check of his supplies and a quick pat to his Attache Calibur, he swung a leg over the bike, kicked it to life, and sped off into the darkness, ready for whatever awaited him.
[ Later at Night ]
The night deepened as Akira sped down the deserted parth, but something gnawed at him—a faint, uneasy feeling in his gut.
Slowing down, he glanced around.
The land was empty and still, but that gut feeling only grew stronger. Sighing, he eased his Cavalier Storm to a stop and took a look around, scanning the shadows.
"Finally figured it out, huh?" A voice called out, breaking the silence.
From the shadows, a group of six rough-looking bandits emerged, weapons glinting under the moonlight.
They laughed, exchanging taunts as they surrounded him, each with a wicked grin and hungry eyes focused on his gear.
The leader of the bandits stepped forward, eyeing the motorcycle and the strange briefcase strapped to it.
Bandit Leader: "That's some nice stuff you got there. We'll be taking it off your hands—motorcycle, bag, and that fancy case."
Akira took in the situation quickly.
Six of them, all armed and ready. The bandits continued taunting him, eager to make their move, but he stayed calm, already reaching for his Forceriser.
With a smooth motion, he pulled it out and held it up for them to see.
"Forceriser!" The device announced as he attached it to his waist, emitting a surge of red electricity that crackled around his body.
The bandits paused, confused. The leader's expression shifted, a slight hint of caution creeping into his eyes.
Bandit Leader: "What the hell's that supposed to be? Some kind of trick?"
Akira ignored the comment, withdrawing the Rising Hopper Progrisekey from his jacket.
With a press of the Rise Starter, the Progrisekey emitted a powerful "Jump!" before he slid it into the Rise Vice on his Forceriser.
The device made a low, rhythmic hum, sounding like an industrial siren.
As the Forceriser's standby sound grew louder, Akira smirked, locking eyes with the leader.
Akira: "Henshin," he declared, pulling the Force Executor.
With a flash, the Progrisekey forced itself open, triggering a blast of energy.
A mechanical grasshopper materialized around him, breaking apart and reassembling itself into pieces of armor that latched onto his body with the sound of clanging metal and hissing cables.
His undersuit, now fully visible, shimmered in dark black with hints of yellow-green. The transformation completed with an announcement:
Forceriser: Forcerise! [ Raising Hopper! ] A jump to the sky that turns into a Rider Kick! Break down!"
The armor gleamed as Akira stood before them, his red compound eyes reflecting the shocked faces of the bandits. One of them muttered, "What… is he?"
Unfazed, Akira drew the Attache Calibur, clicking it into blade mode with a satisfying snap.
"Attache Calibur!" it announced. He took a step forward, pointing the weapon at the bandits with a silent challenge.
The leader spat, gripping his weapon tightly: "I don't care what kind of fancy armor you have. Get him!"
As the bandits charged, Akira moved with swift precision.
He parried the first attack effortlessly, slashing back with the Attache Calibur.
The blade cut through the air, the energy coursing along its edge lighting up as it made contact, leaving a deep gash in the first bandit's weapon.
The bandit stumbled back, stunned.
Akira twisted, engaging the next bandit with a quick thrust that forced them to retreat.
Each move was calculated, his armor and enhancements allowing him to react faster than the bandits could keep up.
The bandits backed up momentarily, staring with disbelief. "This guy… he's not normal!"
"Not just a guy," Akira replied, his voice calm but edged with confidence. "I'm Just a passing through Kamen Rider"
Seizing the moment, he flipped the Attache Calibur back into its attache case mode, initiating a power charge.
"Charge Rise!" it announced as energy began building up. With a deft motion, he reopened it into blade mode.
"Full Charge!" The Attache Calibur gleamed with energy, prepared for his next move.
Akira: "Let's finish this."
He charged forward, pulling the trigger to unleash a devastating "Kaban Strash!"
The energy slash tore through the air, sweeping through two of the bandits with explosive force.
They hit the ground, weapons shattered and defeat clear in their eyes as thire Aura was shattered
The remaining bandits staggered, terror overtaking their earlier bravado.
One looked ready to flee. But before he could move, Akira pulled the Force Executor, setting up his finisher.
Focrseriser: Rising Dystopia!
Red and black electricity surged through his armor, creating an aura of crackling power around him.
With blinding speed, Akira closed the gap, his movements now even more amplified by the energy enveloping him.
One by one, the remaining bandits fell, overwhelmed by the force of his strikes and the speed of his movements.
Akira pushing and back and then out the "Force Executor" to the Second Finisher the "Rising Utopia"
With a final leap, he launched into the air, descending with a Rider Kick covered in green energy.
Forceriser: "Rising Utopia"
The impact sent a shockwave that left the last bandit sprawling on the ground, motionless.
Akira landed, breathing hard, the aura around him dissipating as the Forceriser powered down as he deactivates the transformation
He glanced around at the defeated bandits, a quiet satisfaction in his eyes.
Mounting his bike once again, he gave the fallen bandits a parting glance.
Akira: "Next time, pick your targets better."
With a twist of the throttle, he rode off into the night, leaving the bandits to contemplate their unfortunate choice.