Author's note:
Apologize for not posting yesterday had some IRL stuff to do as well Halloween preparations
Previously on Just a passing through Kamen Rider, Akira:
As the last bandit fell, Akira took a deep breath, steadying himself.
The quiet of the night returned, save for the faint crackle of red electricity dissipating from his armor. With the danger passed, he dismissed the transformation, returning the Forceriser to his coat.
The familiar weight of his usual gear settled on him as he stowed the Attache Calibur, his gaze fixed on the open road ahead.
[ Later on ]
After a long stretch of rugged travel, Akira eventually came across a small mining village nestled at the edge of a dense forest, the faint sound of a hammer ringing out from a nearby forge.
As he cruised through the quiet, narrow streets, villagers paused, eyes widening at the sight of the stranger on his motorcycle.
Children peeked out from behind doors, and whispers followed him as he parked.
Before long, a tall, middle-aged man with graying hair and a weathered face approached him.
He wore a modest but well-crafted set of clothes, marking him as someone of importance.
Chief: "Welcome, stranger. It's been a long time since we've had a visitor from the outside world."
His gaze lingered on Akira's cothes and equipment. "Judging by your looks, you're no ordinary traveler.
I'm the chief of this village. Call me Varis."
Akira inclined his head respectfully, getting off his bike.
Akira: "Name's Akira. I'm… just passing through Kame Rider."
Chief Varis studied him a moment, then nodded, as if coming to a decision.
"Well, Akira, maybe you're just what we need. A creature—a Grimm—has been lurking near our mines.
A Death Stalker. We haven't been able to mine or gather food properly because of it. It's been hard times for us."
Akira considered the request, his eyes flicking to the darkened mine entrance that loomed on the village outskirts.
Akira: "I can take care of it, for a price," he replied.
Varis gestured toward a large building across the way.
Varis: "We're a small village, but we can offer you a place at our inn, a meal, and perhaps a little coin.
The blacksmith here, he's skilled. Maybe he can craft something useful for a warrior like you."
Akira nodded, his decision made.
Akira: "I'll take care of your problem."
[ Inside the Mine ]
Following Varis' directions, Akira descended into the mine.
The air grew colder and heavier as he went deeper, his footsteps echoing against the rock walls.
Eventually, he reached a vast, open chamber.
Sharp shadows danced in the dim light from his lighter, and silence pressed in around him.
Grabbing a rock, he tossed it toward one of the lower entrances, listening.
Moments later, he felt it—a low rumble, growing stronger as something stirred in the depths.
His eyes narrowed as he saw the faint glow of a yellowish light approaching, flickering like molten gold in the darkness.
He stepped back, reaching for his Forceriser.
Holding it to his waist, he felt the familiar surge of power as red electricity crackled over him.
Forceriser: "[ Forceriser! ]"
With a practiced motion, Akira withdrew the Sting Scorpion Progrisekey and activated it with a press.
Sting Scorpion Progrisekey: "[ Poison! ]"
Sliding the Progrisekey into the Rise Vice, the machine emitted its standby sound—a siren-like hum, mechanical and foreboding.
Akira (Smirk) : Henshin
He pulled the Force Executor, and with a flash, the transformation began.
A mechanical scorpion materialized, stinging him before breaking apart into pieces that wrapped around him like armor, the restraint cables binding the pieces to his now materialize undersuit.
Forceriser: "Forcerise! [ Sting Scorpion ! ] Break Down!"
Now clad in his Sting Scorpion armor, Akira's eyes glowed yellow behind his Scorpion Goggles.
He gripped the handle of the Attache Calibur, preparing for what was coming.
From the depths, the Death Stalker emerged.
The Grimm was massive, its dark exoskeleton segmented with bone-white plates etched in red.
Its golden stinger glowed ominously, its ten red eyes glaring from the shadows.
The creature clashed its pincers, the sound echoing ominously through the chamber as it prepared to strike.
Akira smirked, readying himself.
Akira: "Let's see if you can handle a real sting."
The Death Stalker lunged, pincers snapping as it aimed for him.
Akira dodged, moving with agility enhanced by his armor.
He spun and countered with a swift slash from the Attache Calibur, sparks flying as his blade met its armored shell.
The creature recoiled, its tail whipping forward to strike.
Akira sidestepped the blow, activating his Acid Analyze.
The cables extended from his arm, latching onto the creature's leg, and he yanked it forward, destabilizing it. Charging forward, he initiated one of his finishers.
Forceriser: "[ Sting Dystopia! ]"
With a burst of energy, he kicked forward, the Acid Analyze injecting a purple poison blade into the Death Stalker.
The Grimm shrieked, its glowing eyes dimming as its form convulsed.
Akira's kick landed solidly, his armor absorbing the impact as the creature finally exploded in a burst of darkness, dissipating into the air.
As the dust settled, Akira deactivated his Forceriser, his armor retracting as he returned to his regular form.
He gave a final look at the remains, satisfied, then turned and began the walk back toward the village.
When he re-emerged from the mine, Chief Varis and a few villagers were waiting at the entrance, eyes wide with hope and curiosity.
Chief Varis: "Did you…?"
Akira gave a brief nod.
Akira: "The Death Stalker's gone. You're safe now."
The villagers cheered, relief and gratitude evident on their faces.
Varis placed a hand on Akira's shoulder, his eyes sincere.
Chief Varis: "Thank you. You've given us more than safety tonight. Our blacksmith will be waiting for you. And if you need anything else… our village is your home."
Akira nodded, accepting their thanks with a quiet smile before heading toward the inn.
As he entered the humble establishment, the warmth of the fire and smell of food welcomed him.
He had miles yet to go, but for tonight, he had a place to actully rest.