Back inside his lab, Akira carefully placed the Forceriser on the workbench beside him and let out a breath, his eyes flicking to his terminal.
He tapped a few keys, designing an upgraded gear to supplement his new form.
He'd planned this addition for a while: a weapon that could switch between attack and defense, versatile enough to handle the unpredictability of the field.
Once he completed the design, he sent the specs to his salvaged 3D printer, a fusion of scrap parts that whirred to life, assembling, welding, and painting each piece.
After some time, the printer gave a final click, and he leaned forward, retrieving the weapon—his "Attache Calibur."
With a satisfying weight in his hand, Akira opened the weapon, transforming it into "Blade Mode."
He swung it a few times, feeling the flow and balance.
"Feels right," he murmured, nodding. He clicked it back into "Attache Mode," letting it charge.
Suddenly, his eyes caught something outside where there was supposed to be a wall.
He squinted, realizing what he saw—a group of Grimm moving toward Vale.
Heart pounding, he noted some Grimm trying to push their way into his own building.
"Guess it's time to test this stuff," he muttered, springing into action.
Akira grabbed a worn duffle bag and quickly packed his essentials: his salvaged portable terminal, the Progrisekey programmer, a few MREs, a backup Forceriser, and even a small 3D printer, in case he needed to repair anything on the go.
He rushed down to the basement, where his motorcycle, the "Cavalier Storm," awaited.
Built from a hodgepodge of salvaged parts, the Cavalier Storm was as sleek and deadly as it was fast, painted black and rigged with his custom Universal Launcher.
Mounting the bike, Akira muttered, "Time to see if all this effort was worth it."
He revved the engine, feeling the familiar rumble beneath him. He took one last glance at his cluttered, chaotic lab before whispering, "Don't get wrecked while I'm gone."
As he sped off, he flicked open the Cavalier Storm's Rise Slot, inserting the Rising Hopper Progrisekey. "Let's do this!" he shouted, as the bike surged forward with a burst of power.
The Grimm outside turned their heads, sensing his approach. Akira let out a dark chuckle, tightening his grip.
Cavalier Storm: Rising Hopper's Ability, the bike's digital voice announced, "Maximum Drive."
A transparent Grasshopper shimmered to life around him, a spectral armor overlay that enhanced his bike's power.
"Let's give you monsters a taste of my new tech," he growled, speeding up.
The Universal Launcher locked onto a Beowolf, missiles firing and hitting their target with pinpoint accuracy.
The Grimm burst into black smoke, and Akira laughed, exhilarated by the power coursing through him and his machine.
Switching his Attache Calibur back into Blade Mode, he swung as he sped past another Grimm, the sharpness of the Caliber Kill slicing through it with ease.
The blade hummed with energy as he pulled the trigger, launching a Kaban Strash, an energy slash that tore through a line of Grimm.
Just as he began to slow, a massive Ursa lumbered into his path.
Akira slid to a stop, glaring at the creature. He reloaded the Attache Calibur, flipping it back into Attache Mode to charge.
"Let's end this," he snarled, lifting the Forceriser on his waist getting ready to transform when needed
Quickly Akira switched back to Blade Mode with a dramatic pull of the trigger.
"Full Charge !" the Attache Calibur announced.
The blade glowed as he swung, unleashing a powerful Kaban Dynamic that cleaved through the Ursa, shattering it into particles.
Panting, Akira took a moment to catch his breath, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
This was the culmination of all his hard work, his relentless scavenging, his countless hours in the lab.
He was no longer just a scavenger—he was a warrior, a Kamen Rider.
"I'm ready for whatever's next," he murmured, revving the Cavalier Storm's engine.
After sometime:
Akira rode through the night with fierce determination, his mind racing with thoughts about his next move.
As the ominous silhouette of a Wyvern Grimm vanished over the mountains in the direction of Vale, he knew the city was already overwhelmed.
With little to be done there, Akira decided to head toward Mistral. There he might find not only sanctuary but also information, or supplies.
Hours later, Akira reached the coast, where waves lapped gently against the docks, a quiet contrast to the turmoil brewing elsewhere.
His Cavalier Storm came to a slow halt as he observed the scene—dockworkers hurriedly loading up supplies onto departing ships, murmurs of worry and fragmented stories about the attack on Beacon, the colossal Grimm, and the chaotic invasion.
Akira tuned in to the scattered conversations around him, his expression hardening.
"Damn," he muttered, gripping his handlebars. "They really went all out… Grimm, White Fang, and Atlas mechs all in one swoop. Beacon must be a warzone."
He dismounted his bike and made his way toward a small vessel heading to the nearby island of Patch.
As he climbed aboard, the quiet hum of worried voices filled the air.
Leaning back, he took a moment to process everything he'd heard.
"Did you see that huge light over the tower?" a middle-aged man whispered nearby.
"Stopped a giant Grimm in its tracks, they say," a woman replied in a hushed tone, her voice tinged with awe and fear.
"So Beacon really fell…" Akira muttered under his breath, staring at the dark waters that stretched toward Patch.
His mind drifted to Vale, to the chaos he'd just escaped.
While he hadn't planned on getting involved with the kingdoms' internal struggles, the sheer scale of the attack made him uneasy.
Whoever planned this, he thought, had resources beyond anything he'd anticipated.
The boat swayed slightly as it reached the shores of Patch.
Akira disembarked, pulling his Cavalier Storm along the dock, his mind heavy with thoughts.
With a sigh, he leaned against the railing and pulled out his portable terminal, a salvaged laptop with a flickering screen.
He opened a secure connection, typing a quick code to access news feeds and public bulletins.
"Kingdom of Vale... essentially under siege, Beacon compromised, Vytal Festival Tragedy," he read aloud, his expression grim. "Looks like this mess isn't going to clean itself up."
Just then, a young man approached him, eyeing the Attache Calibur strapped to Akira's side.
"That's… a unique weapon you've got there," he said, a note of curiosity in his voice. "You a Huntsman?"
Akira looked up, a faint smirk crossing his face. "Not quite. Just someone who builds… things."
The young man nodded, but the glint of suspicion remained.
"You might want to keep an eye on that. Weapons that impressive attract attention around here, especially after everything that just happened."
Akira shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."
As the young man walked off, Akira took a deep breath, closing his terminal and turning his gaze toward the horizon.
He felt the weight of his Attache Calibur at his side and tightened his grip around the AC Handle Linker.
"Attache Calibur: Attache Calibur," the weapon announced softly in its mechanical tone, sensing his touch.
The familiar hum of its energy felt reassuring. He knew he would need every bit of firepower he had, even if he couldn't yet predict where he was headed.
"Looks like it's time for an upgrade," he muttered, eyeing the Progrisekey slots and the Rise Slot on his bike.
If Beacon's fall had taught him anything, it was that even the best defenses could be shattered—and that meant he'd have to be smarter, faster, and stronger than ever.
As night fell, he found a quiet corner, activated the AC Shield of his Attache Calibur mainly closing it
and with some cover, he got to work, assembling a plan for his next steps.
Tomorrow, he'd be ready—wherever that path would lead.