Author's note:
Hello it's been a while since I last wrote a chapter due to IRL stuff bit we are back, Also apologize in advance this chapter will be a soft retcon to make future stuff fit in a little more nicer
Previously on Just a passing through Kamen Rider, Akira:
Rurik: "It's done!"
Akira twisted out of Raven's reach and looked back. Rurik had his newly crafted weapon—the Attache Shotgun—in hand, tossing it to him just as Raven advanced.
Catching the weapon mid-air, Akira gave a determined nod of thanks before activating the Attache Shotgun's system.
Attache Shotgun: "Attache Shotgun! Attache case opens to release the incredibly powerful shotgun"
With a satisfying hum, the shotgun came to life, its mechanisms glowing as Akira leveled it at Raven, eyes steely with resolve.
Raven paused, evaluating her opponent once more, sensing the change in the fight's tide.
Raven: "A new weapon? It won't make a difference."
Akira: "We'll see."
He fired, the powerful blast forcing Raven to dodge backward, the shockwave cracking the ground beneath them.
She countered, lunging with her katana, and they resumed their battle, exchanging fierce blows—her katana flashing with deadly precision and his shotgun blasting with relentless force.
The terrain around them was quickly scarred from their clash, with dust and debris filling the air.
Small Time Skip
Days later, Akira followed the tracker's signal, leading him back to the now-damaged Branwen Tribe camp. He moved closer, careful to stay hidden.
What he saw next made him narrow his eyes in recognition—the camp was in disarray, but a new threat had arrived.
Cinder and her group stood before Raven, her bandits shrinking back from the mysterious, powerful newcomers.
He listened in, catching the entire conversation between Raven and Cinder's group about topics that he's not to sure about being something about a Relic of Knowledge and the Maidens.
The tension, the implications of their words—Haven Academy, a full-scale assault, the deadly machinations—all of it felt dark, otherworldly, and disturbingly unfamiliar.
Akira clenched his fist as he realized how deeply the tribe had entangled itself in something sinister.
When the group finally departed, Akira stepped out from his hiding spot, his eyes fixed on Raven with an unreadable expression.
Akira: "Quite a reunion, Raven. You're popular, I see."
Raven snapped around, her katana at the ready, but lowered it slightly upon seeing him.
Her eyes narrowed, clearly displeased but more curious than threatened.
Raven: "You… the swordsman. I thought I'd seen the last of you."
Akira shrugged nonchalantly, but his eyes were sharp.
Akira: "Survival of the fittest, right? Besides, it seems like you have more problems than you know what to do with."
Raven's expression hardened.
Raven: "If you're here to gloat, you'll be sorely disappointed."
Akira grinned, pulling out his Forceriser and the Fighting Jackal Progrisekey.
Akira: "Not here to gloat. Just to finish the fight."
Without another word, Akira snapped the Forceriser around his waist, triggering a surge of red electricity.
Forceriser: [ Forceriser ! ]
Pressing the Rise Starter on the Progrisekey, he activated it.
Fighting Jackal Progrisekey: [ Hunt ! ]
He inserted it into the Rise Vice, and the Forceriser's standby sound—a heavy, rhythmic industrial beat with a blaring siren—filled the air.
Akira took a steadying breath, focusing on the task ahead.
Akira: Henshin !
With a decisive pull on the Force Executor, the Progrisekey snapped open, and a surge of raw energy engulfed him as the Forceriser starts the Henshin
Forceriser: [ Forcerise! Fighting Jackal ! Deciding the fate of a battle like a Valkyrie .]
The "Rider Model," a mechanical jackal, materialized in ghostly form and enveloped him, the translucent armor pieces attaching to his body in sync with the rise of his heartbeat.
The Restraint Cables tightened around him, binding the armor securely.
His vision sharpened through the jackal-helmet's red slits as his transformation completed.
Forceriser: [ Break down.]
Raven raised her katana, her gaze fixed, her face a mask of hardened determination.
Raven: "You're a fool if you think you can survive this."
Akira leveled his gaze, drawing the Territory Scythe from his side, its blade glinting menacingly as he took a combat stance.
Akira: "I don't plan on surviving. I plan on winning."
They clashed in an instant, their weapons a flurry of deadly precision and raw force.
Akira's agility matched Raven's skill, his movements rapid enough to leave afterimages, sidestepping her powerful swings and retaliating with his own scythe strikes that cut through the air with deadly intent.
The ground cracked beneath them, each strike echoing through the quieted camp.
Raven: (smirking as she dodges) "Fast, but predictable!"
Akira pushed forward, his scythe blazing as he closed in on her defenses. "Then keep up."
Forceriser: [ Fighting Dystopia ! ]
He activated Fighting Dystopia, dashing past Raven in a blur of afterimages and landing a slash that sent her staggering back.
But she regained her footing quickly, countering with a strike that grazed his side, sparks flying as his armor absorbed the blow.
Akira gritted his teeth, feeling the Forceriser's strain as it pushed his limits, each movement exacting a toll.
But he pushed through the pain, his drive unwavering. With a forceful push and pull of the Force Executor, he prepared his next attack.
Forceriser: [ Fighting Utopia ! ]
Akira dashed toward her, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake before leaping high.
With a powerful swing of his scythe, he brought it down as he descended, aiming directly for Raven.
In a last-second move, Raven teleported just out of his reach, reappearing a few feet away, her gaze cold.
Raven: "You've got fire. But it takes more than fire to survive."
She lunged at him, her blade crackling with energy, and they clashed once more, pushing each other to their limits.
Neither held back as they fought, both determined, both unwavering.