Fuyuki burned.
The flames danced across collapsed buildings, sending ash spiraling into the sky like a funeral veil.
At the heart of the inferno stood Ritsuka—clad in the first-generation Kamen Rider suit, its green-and-black body sleek yet rugged. His red scarf fluttered wildly in the hot wind like a war flag. His visor eyes glowed crimson with calculated ferocity.
Before him stood the corrupted monster, taller than any man, armored in black sinew and pulsating decay. Its roar tore through the burning air as it charged with a massive, rusted sword.
Ritsuka didn't hesitate.
He ran toward it.
[Absorbing wind into prana—converting prana into bioenergy. Activating: Converter Wing.]
Sakura's voice echoed, cool and analytical—but Ritsuka didn't hear her.
He wasn't in control.
His instincts were.
His suit flared with prana. Sparks lit under his feet as he blasted forward, wind warping around his limbs.
The two collided in a devastating clash—fist against corrupted blade. The resulting shockwave shattered surrounding buildings. The monster's arm twisted unnaturally, bones cracking from the impact.
Ritsuka surged forward, striking before the monster could recover.
But the blade came—straight through his torso.
The monster grinned.
And then it blinked.
Because Ritsuka wasn't there.
The sword had sliced through an afterimage.
"Behind you," Ritsuka muttered.
He slammed his fist into the creature's gut—a full-force blow. The monster reeled. Ritsuka then grabbed its arm, spun his body midair, and kicked the sword from its hand.
Steel clanged against concrete, flying away.
Before the monster could react, Ritsuka dragged it down by the wrist, flipping it over his shoulder.
BOOM. Dust shot upward as it crashed into the street.
With a savage knee strike, Ritsuka shattered its jaw. Without pause, he drove his fists—again and again—into the monster's skull. The ground split beneath their struggle, each blow quaking the burning earth.
His hands… were drenched in blackened blood.
[Target is regenerating.]
Sakura's voice returned.
Ritsuka's eyes narrowed. "Then I'll kill it before it finishes."
The monster swiped again—trying to grab him. But Ritsuka was gone, leaping into the air like a grasshopper—the soul of Takeshi Hongo in motion.
He grabbed a nearby road pole—swinging around it with perfect momentum—and launched himself skyward, spinning rapidly.
Prana flared across his legs.
His boot glowed—rainbow light searing across the battlefield.
"KAMEN RIDER KICK!"
His leg crashed into the monster's chest.
The force was earthshaking. The entire block shattered from the impact as the corrupted beast was driven deep into the earth, leaving only smoke and silence behind.
It didn't rise again.
Ritsuka stood still, staring at the crater, the remnants of the monster turning to ash. His hands trembled.
"…Did I kill it with my own hands?"
[No, host. With your leg.]
"Tch"
He looked down—blood still stained his fists, though it vanished into particles.
"My body… it moved on its own. My instincts took over." His voice cracked.
"…What if it was a human next time?"
[Yes, host. According to the calculation, you would have killed them—if they posed the same threat.]
The truth hit him hard. He feared himself.
[Takeshi Hongo, is a grasshopper-themed cyborg superhero, the owner of this built. He can hear upto 4 km higher. He had extraordinary potential as frist kamen rider. Now host had his physics and suit.]
His hearing sharpened.
Schhhnk.
His hand moved instinctively—grabbing something midair.
A black sword—thrown with lethal precision.
Ritsuka crushed it like a twig.
Someone wanted him dead.
"I can hear them. Seven buildings away."
[Confirmed. Attacker is located seven buildings east. Threat level: Extremely High.]
More attacks rained down—sharp, targeted, precise.
Ritsuka leapt and dodged with impossible speed, afterimages dancing behind him. He zipped between alleys, ducking into a collapsed building for cover.
He panted.
His breath was ragged. His pulse thundered.
[Host, your heartbeat and brainwaves are spiking due to blood trauma. Activating: Cool Mode.]
A cold wave washed over him—his heartbeat and nerves immediately regulated.
[Notice: Prana reserves at 7%. Current transformation has a limit.]
"How long?" he whispered.
[Fourteen minutes, max.]
"Tch… alright." He clenched his fists. "Sakura—scan. Fastest route to my attacker."
[Scanning target path. Calculating dodge timing, wind trajectory, and enemy strike pattern…]
In a split-second, Ritsuka saw it.
The path. The angles. The timing.
He launched upward with a sonic leap.
Through the flames. Over the rooftops.
He could see him now.
The attacker.
Hair white. Red cloak torn. Eyes… void of soul.
Ritsuka soared through the air, leaping from one rooftop to another with his enhanced Kamen Rider abilities. With Sakura's navigational scans guiding his every move, he moved like a blur—almost untouchable.
The corrupted Servant, standing on a distant rooftop, looked visibly shaken as Ritsuka landed before him in a sharp, superhero landing.
"How did you dodge all my attacks…? Who the hell are you?" the corrupted voice growled.
Ritsuka, panting slightly but holding his ground, raised his head. "You can talk…?" He was surprised—the creature had some humanity left.
'maybe I can settle this with words'
Sakura began to scan the target, but Ritsuka stepped forward, his red scarf whipping in the wind as he struck his stance.
"I'm a Rider… Kamen Rider."
Without hesitation, the corrupted Servant drew twin weapons and lunged at him with killing intent.
But Ritsuka was faster.
He slipped through each strike, his body leaving afterimages, moving with a supernatural instinct that no ordinary fighter could comprehend. When the time was right, he countered—a solid punch directly to the Servant's face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch.
But Ritsuka's body wasn't stopping. His instincts—enhanced by the Rider system—were taking control. His body, having subconsciously memorized martial arts from countless disciplines, moved on its own.
He was a storm.
Dodging strikes with elegance, Ritsuka dismantled his opponent with rapid jabs, bone-breaking kicks, and precision dodges that made the corrupted Emiya look like a fool. It was humiliating.
Punch to the ribs—crack.
Kick to the face—blood spray.
Twist and elbow to the back—down on his knees.
Emiya tried to retaliate, but Ritsuka ducked, swept his leg, and sent him crashing into the rooftop. Every move Ritsuka made seemed to mock the corrupted version of the once-proud Heroic Spirit.
Ritsuka didn't even realize it—he thought he was just lucky… but to onlookers, he was a demon in human form.
He drew back for one final punch—but suddenly—
Emiya's expression changed.
He dropped his weapons, eyes trembling with false fear, voice breaking. "P-please… don't kill me…"
Ritsuka froze.
In that single moment of hesitation, his suit vanished—his prana reserves had run out.
[Warning: Transformation terminated.]
And that's when the knife plunged into his heart.
"GHHH—!"
Ritsuka collapsed as Emiya stood tall again, laughing as he stomped on Ritsuka's wounded chest.
"Pathetic," Emiya sneered. "You've never killed anyone before, right? What a joke. Falling for the oldest trick in the book… That's what you get for being kind. Kindness without power is just weakness and waste of time."
He turned away, dragging his battered body and laughing with spiteful contempt. "You kind ones are nothing but meat shields. That's all you'll ever be."
But he didn't get far.
There was a thud behind him—Ritsuka had stood up.
Bleeding, barely breathing, and with his body crying in pain… Ritsuka walked forward.
Ritsuka appeared behind him like a ghost even his heart is stabbed. Silent. Swift.
He placed a single hand on Emiya's back.
"You like dirty tricks so much, right…? Well, I'm not above using some myself."
His eyes narrowed. Emiya turned, eyes widening.
"DIRTY. RIDER. KICK."
The corrupted Emiya's expression instantly turned white with horror.
"W-Wait—NO—NOT THE JEWELS—"
Too late.
Ritsuka's glowing boot collided with an ungodly angle.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!"
"NOT EVEN THE WORST CULTS WOULD DO THIS—YOU MONSTER!!!"
Emiya dropped like a sack of bricks, blood gushing from his lower half as he screamed bloody murder. He rolled on the ground, cradling his most sacred treasures, tears streaming down his face.
"M-MY PRECIOUSSSSSS JEWELS!!!!"
If someone with a weak heart had seen the scene, they might've gone into therapy for the rest of their life.
Ritsuka, now on his knees, breathed heavily, fists clenched.
"Don't mock kind people… You think they're powerless?" He stared down at the defeated Corrupted Emiya. "Kindness has its own power. You just never had the heart to understand it for a scum."
Emiya thought 'for my fate to die like dog death, how regretful'
'…Maybe I went a bit overboard…
I can feel my ancestors looking down at me in judgment from the afterlife…
Sorry, grandpa…' Ritsuka thought.
[Heart wound healed. The target has vanished.] Sakura's voice brought him back.
But they weren't alone.
From behind the nearby building, two corrupted shadows—Assassin and Rider—had been watching. Their eyes met. No words.
They nodded in perfect sync and—
"Nope."
"I'm out."
And like that, they bolted in opposite directions like terrified chickens.
Ritsuka finally fell back to the ground, his body completely drained, his prana empty, exhaustion crashing over him.
The rooftop was quiet again.
The Rider had won.
Ritsuka lay on the ground, the exhaustion washing over him like a tide. His prana drained, his body aching, yet the pain in his heart stung sharper.
"I wasn't a good hero, right… Sakura?" he muttered, voice faint.
[Host has defeated the corrupted enemy and you saved Innocent people. That is the path of a hero.]
Ritsuka let out a dry laugh, "Is it wrong to fear this power of a Kamen Rider?"
[No, host. It is not wrong. It is human.]
He stared up at the grey sky. "Sakura… I fear this strength. But to think… so many Kamen Riders were able to carry it with pride and become heroes... They're real heroes. Unlike me."
[Host has also wielded this power without losing your heart. You've protected others without falling into darkness. That's more than most can say.]
"You're comforting me, huh?"
[No. I am stating facts.]
"Heh… You're no fun at all…" Ritsuka's voice softened. "Sakura… I want to sleep. Just five minutes…"
[Activating 5-minute sleep mode.]
And with that, Ritsuka's world faded to black.
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He opened his eyes to the soft rustling of sakura petals brushing against the classroom window. The sky outside was clear, sunlight painting the world in a warm hue. He blinked.
"…My school?"
He looked down. He was in his old uniform, and everything felt… surreal.
"Was it a dream?" He scratched the back of his head. "Did I really imagine all that like some chuuni middle schooler…?"
Yet no one else was in the room. The clock on the wall had stopped ticking.
Then, the door creaked open.
A man entered—tall, sharp-eyed, his expression calm, composed, yet warm. A red scarf fluttered around his neck.
"Alright, class. I'm your new teacher. Takeshi Hongo," he said.
Ritsuka's eyes widened. "Wait, Hongo-sensei? That name—"
He saw the red scarf. The stance. The aura.
"Today's lesson…" Hongo smiled. "How to become a Kamen Rider."
"W-What the hell?! A ghost?! Sakura—help me!"
Takeshi chuckled. "Ghost? Don't worry—I'm not here to haunt you. I'm just a WILL left in the suit. You used it well. And The reason Why I'm here is because it's you who called me into your dream."
Ritsuka blinked. "Wait, seriously?! I—I didn't mean to—uh, sorry for using your powers without permission! I'll leave my favourite chocolate cake on your grave if that helps!"
"I prefer strawberry over chocolate, thanks. But relax—I'm not mad." Hongo smiled and sat on a desk. "Come, Ritsuka. Talk to me. Why do you hesitate to use your power? We don't have much time to talk"
Ritsuka looked down, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. "Because… I fear it. I know I can't escape it now. The Rider System won't leave me, but…"
"I understand." Hongo nodded. "I felt the same. I once used this power to punch evil men into the ground. It terrified me. But those enemies had the same strength. I was born from an evil organization… and I chose to turn that power against them."
He pointed at Ritsuka's chest. "That's why we fight. Because we know what it means to be powerless. You've felt it before, haven't you?"
Ritsuka's voice wavered. "I… I guess. I was never special. My Parents divorced, remarried someone… It was my grandpa who raised me. I'm not tragic Character. I'm not some righteous hero like Superman. I don't have a tragic backstory or ideals of justice in superhero comics but I'm normal Human with boring background."
"Who said Kamen Riders need that?" Hongo laughed. "You don't need a sad story. You don't need to be perfect. You just need a reason to protect someone."
He placed a hand over Ritsuka's heart. "The heart of a Kamen Rider… It's not about power or justice. It's about humanity. We fight because life is worth protecting—even if it costs us our own."
"Ritsuka Fujimaru… you have a kind heart. You're selfless, brave, a little reckless, but you care more than most. You are a Rider. Stop measuring yourself against others. You already surpassed the hardest test—staying human."
Takeshi pulled off his helmet from his bag and gently placed it in Ritsuka's hands.
"It's in your hands now."
Ritsuka's fingers curled around the helmet. "But… I made mistakes. I let him stab me. I was too kind—too naive."
Hongo nodded. "And I made worse ones. But we keep going. Because that's what kamen rider's do."
Ritsuka's eyes shimmered, his voice softer. "Thank you, sensei."
The classroom began to dissolve around them in glimmering light. Takeshi rose, walking toward the fading door.
"Will we meet again…?"
Takeshi looked back with a warm smile. "That's up to fate. But I'd like to talk again someday."
The petals outside scattered in the wind.
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Note: how is the chapter? I used Ritsuka backstory from material and change it a little. Also I made Ritsuka feel fear of that power and made the goat himself to be his mentor. I thought to make him a AI type program to help Ritsuka but it will be taken away Side character development. Maybe in future I will do this to bring AI persona's.
But Ritsuka will meet them in Dreams in the story.
Also the reason Ritsuka Was able to heal without prana is because it's system function to heal it. This is very important in future.