Akira took a deep breath in his dimly lit hideout, the dampness clinging to his lungs.
The laboratory he called home buzzed with low, persistent hums from his makeshift setup. Scavenging the local junkyards and landfills for days had finally paid off.
He'd found the final pieces needed for the Forceriser.
His fingers worked with mechanical precision as he navigated his salvaged terminal, eyes flickering from one monitor to the other.
The last lines of code blinked on the screen. Once satisfied, he sent the final instructions to the 3D printer, watching as the worn-out machinery jolted to life, whirring with a rhythmic clank.
The printer, fashioned from salvaged parts and held together by sheer determination, began fabricating the components, melding them together piece by piece.
The Forceriser began taking shape in front of him, its black body a rugged, armored texture with silver and yellow mechanical features protruding from the side. Akira watched in awe, anticipation creeping into his usually stoic expression.
This device, born from his own hands and imagination, would become his greatest weapon and tool.
It was crude, unauthorized, a far cry from the polished tech seen in any kingdom's weaponry, but it was his.
He reached for his Progrisekeys, each one a delicate balance of old tech and raw ambition.
"Rising Hopper," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edges of the key.
"Fighting Jackal", "Amazing Hercules", and lastly the "Sting Scorpion" lay in his hand, silent but brimming with potential.
For now, he selected the "Rising Hopper" Progrisekey, the one that would serve as the foundation for his initiation.
With the Forceriser assembled, Akira slid it over his waist, feeling the weight of it press against him.
It was a grounding feeling—a reminder of how far he'd come. With a sharp click, the Forceriser latched into place, its system activating with a sudden surge.
Red electricity crackled from the device, lacing through his body.
"Forceriser!" the device announced in a harsh mechanical tone.
Akira grunted as the shock rippled through him, sharp pain setting his nerves ablaze.
He clenched his jaw, riding out the agony.
Pain was just weakness leaving the body, he told himself.
Once he regained his breath, he raised the Progrisekey, his thumb pressing the "Rise Starter."
The Progrisekey emitted a single word: "Jump."
With a steadying breath, he inserted the Progrisekey into the Forceriser,
The Forceriser activated with a series of mechanical clicks, resonating with the sound of gears grinding and locking into place.
The standby sound filled the lab, a harsh industrial siren underscored by the rhythmic beat of drums.
Akira smirked, steeling himself. "Henshin."
The Force Executor snapped forward with a metallic grind, forcibly opening the Progrisekey.
Instantly, a colorless version of a grasshopper materialized before him, breaking down into a swarm of small, mechanical insects.
The swarm enveloped him, spinning around his body, bits of armor manifesting and snapping into place with resounding clanks.
"Forcerise" the Forceriser boomed. "Raising Hopper "
The armor wrapped around him, Restraint Cables binding each piece with a fierce grip.
Akira felt the weight, the pressure as the suit clamped down, transforming him from a mere scavenger to a rider.
A final wave of red electricity surged, flooding him with strength.
"A jump to the sky turns into a Rider Kick," "Breakdown"
announced the Forceriser, sealing the transformation.
Akira examined his new form. The helmet's yellow antennae reflected the dim light, casting an eerie glow across the lab.
His hands clenched into fists, gauntlets gleaming with yellow accents that pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.
He felt… powerful. Stronger than he'd ever been. The pain was still there, lurking beneath the surface, but so was a sense of control.
Akira raised his right arm, testing the suit's responsiveness.
"Not bad," he murmured, voice muffled under the helmet.
His eyes, one green and one brown, scanned the flickering lights of his lab through the visor.
"Alright," he said, taking a deep breath, his voice carrying a dark determination.
"Let's see what this thing can really do."
With a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air, activating the power of the "Rising Hopper."
He soared, nearly hitting the lab's fractured ceiling. The agility, the strength—it was exhilarating.
Landing with a heavy thud, he let out a low chuckle, a hint of satisfaction.
"This might just be worth the pain," he muttered, feeling the hum of power course through his body.