Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"Hey ho! Hey ha--!!!" The pirates, seeing Drake's actions, excitedly raised their hands, the bottles gleaming brown in the sunlight. "Long live the boss...! The endless flow of rum is so delicious!!!"

"Eee...?!" Mashu looked around at the excited pirates in disbelief.

“That’s how it is.” Turning around, Drake shrugged. “We pirates, for the sake of freedom, can tolerate any immoral behavior! If you insist on talking to me, let me test your strength first!”

The woman with bright pink hair in front of him pulled out her musket from her waist and slammed it on the table.

"Take me down, Francis Drake, first, or we're done talking." With a confident yet provocative smile, Drake looked at the three men in front of him and chuckled, "I'm already dead drunk, so let me wreak havoc and sober up!"

"Ugh! This is infuriating!" Director Mary, far away in Chaldea, was quite unhappy. She grabbed the microphone and shouted into it, "Nian Zhuo and Mashu, please use the back of your swords or shields, just like you did back in France. Ritsuka, remember to stay far away to avoid getting accidentally injured. Anyway—!"

"Give this drunken woman in front of you a good talking-to, do you hear me, Nianzhuo!"

"Um...I...I understand!" After hesitating for a moment, Mash finally made up her mind. "Let's respond to Captain Drake's request! Mr. Nianzhuo, and Master!"

"Yay, yay." Spreading his hands, Nianzhuo took out the driver with a helpless look on his face. "Since the Master has spoken, I can't just do nothing." He looked directly into Drake's eyes and hesitated.

"Let me ask you this beforehand: if we beat you, will you help us?"

"...Who knows? Let's talk about it after you win." Drake shrugged noncommittally, indicating his indifference. "If you win, I might consider it." He then placed the pistol that had been on the table, along with the bottle of rum, on his waist.

"Alright, let's go then!" Ritsuka, naturally unwilling to admit defeat, looked at Nencho and Mashu with a spirited expression. "You two, I'm counting on you!"

"Okay!" They all nodded, and then Ritsuka went out first.

The location was chosen by the pirates; the surrounding tents had long been removed, leaving a large open space.

Drake, on the other hand, was standing on one side of the open space, drinking rum continuously.

They quietly moved to the other side, opposing Drake, and the two sides' forces finally took shape.

A large circle of pirates formed around the edge of the open space, and the atmosphere between the two sides gradually became tense.

With the driver at his waist, Nenjo gently twisted the Zi-O watch face.

"Zio—!" After stretching his limbs, Nian Zhuo looked at Drake opposite him with the same fighting spirit.

"This is the first battle, so let's cheer up!" Placed at his waist, the gears of time appeared behind Nian Zhuo.

"--Oh!" The pirates exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this scene, as they had never witnessed anything like it before.

A bright silver time ring enveloped Nencho, and then Zi-O's basic armor emerged from the ring.

Finally, the atmosphere reached its peak at a certain point.

The campfire between the two crackled and popped.

Like a sign, the two sides quickly rushed towards each other.

Battle begins!

Yes, the Rockets are pretty good at fighting the Corsairs.

"Big Sister! Go for it!!!" As the battle began, the surrounding pirate underlings shouted their encouragement at the top of their lungs.

Of course, the loudest shouts came from the pirates who had just been reprimanded by Nian Zhuo and the others, such as a certain Bangbei.

But that's a story for another time. Let's turn our attention back to the heart of the battle.

Both sides charged toward each other, and the distance between them kept shrinking.

As a shield bearer, Mash took the lead and stood in front of Nian Zhuo, pushing her shield forward to try and block Drake's advance.

With a "bang," Drake's flintlock pistol burst into flames as he leaped up and landed on Mash's shield.

The high heels scraped against the shield, making a screeching sound, but no one seemed to be bothered by the noise.

On the other side, Nian Zhuo also jumped up and gripped the Time Gun Sword in his hand.

Drake now had his feet planted on Mash's shield, and his flintlock pistol seemed unable to fire again. Nian Zhuo's sword blade slashed straight at her... hat.

"Hmph, quite capable, huh?" Drake laughed gleefully, noticing the teamwork between the two, before stomping hard on the shield.

"Huh...?!" Mash, who was under the shield, only felt a force suddenly pressing down on the shield, and fell down because she didn't have time to react.

Thus, Drake once again leaped onto Mash's shield, using the recoil to propel himself straight into Nencho's sword.

With a clang, Drake drew her pirate dagger from her waist and clashed it with Nian Zhuo's sword.

"Sizzle—sizzle—" The sound of friction came from where the blades clashed, and the two began to struggle again in mid-air.

"Hmph...!" With a sudden burst of force, Nian Zhuo's blade approached Drake's direction. With both hands gripping the hilt tightly, Nian Zhuo was also somewhat surprised.

Generally speaking, women are weaker than men, yet Drake was able to put up a fight against her even when she wasn't using her full strength...

This woman is not to be underestimated. Nian Zhuo was slightly taken aback, only able to label the captain in front of him as dangerous.

But what happened next was even more unexpected.

"Clang—" It sounded like metal being loaded. Drake, who had lost the struggle, spun in the air like a free bird, and then pointed the gun at Nianzhuo again.

"...Huh?!" I can't understand it, I can't understand it at all. Drake in front of me shouldn't be able to load ammunition in the air.

Nianzhuo had some knowledge of flintlock rifles before, and their extremely slow ammunition loading speed completely changed his understanding of firearms.

However, the woman in front of him turned the gun, which was already in the firing position, back towards him.

"You've been tricked, haven't you..." With a smug grin, Drake drew another gun from his waist, confident of victory. "After all, they're pirates... they always have some trump cards up their sleeves." He pulled the trigger.

"Study hard, kid." The gun spat out a tongue of fire, accompanied by a sound even louder than the previous shot.

The next moment, the flying flint struck Nianzhuo's head, producing a plume of black smoke and sparks.

"Mr. Nianzhuo...!" Everyone's attention was focused on Nianzhuo, and Mashu and Ritsuka couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The body fell backward uncontrollably, and if this continued, Nianzhuo would fall to the ground.

As if they had foreseen this outcome, the surrounding pirates couldn't help but shout with excitement.

"Oh oh oh oh oh--! Long live the Big Sister--!!"

Aside from Mash and Ritsuka, who were worried, Drake stared intently at the falling figure with a solemn expression.

Sure enough, in her vision, Nianzhuo seemed to move.

No, it really did move, sweeping away the black smoke with a wave of its hand, while the white dial on its hand was flashing.

"Tch—!" With both hands gripping the gun handles again, Drake aimed at Nian Zhuo in the air and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

This time, it wasn't a deafening gunshot, but rather a complex and dense series of crackling sounds.

Incredibly, the flintlock pistol became incredibly distinctive in Drake's hands, capable of firing dense bullets without reloading and even functioning like a fully automatic weapon.

"Clang clang clang—!" Tiny bullets rained down on Nian Zhuo's armor, but he did not change his course of action in mid-air.

"Haha--!" Nianzhuo laughed as he turned the dial on his watch.

"Fourze--!"

The enthusiastic young man, with his arms crossed, seemed to be laughing happily with Nian Zhuo as he looked down.

"What's wrong, members? It's time for us to make our appearance—?"

"Of course, Minister, this is my first victory since joining the Kamen Rider Club."

"Haha! Let's fight them all together, and then start our friendship!" As his figure gradually faded, Nian Zhuo laughed wildly and placed the dial on the driver.

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider Zi-O!! Armor Time! 3·2·1! Fourze!"

A scene that defied the comprehension of everyone present unfolded.

A point of light suddenly flashed in the sky, and then seemed to rush towards Nianzhuo at an extremely fast speed from the horizon.

It was entirely white, with a few black streaks—a rocket?!

"Eh... what's that?" Ritsuka shouted, pointing at the rocket that had stopped in front of Nencho. "This... rockets already existed in this era?!"

"How could that be—this is the fifteenth century!" Mashu and Mary both wanted to say.

However, what was hovering in the sky in front of Nianzhuo was indeed a very modern-looking rocket.

Then, the rocket suddenly dispersed, becoming separate armor pieces.

In the sky, a beam of azure light shone, and a device resembling a rocket launch pad appeared above Nian Zhuo's head and at his feet.

Then, as the rockets continued to fly around him, Nianzhuo's body suddenly plummeted.

"Boom—" Another huge crater was smashed into the ground, and the flying sand and dust forced everyone present to close their eyes.

Then, everything faded away.

Nianzhuo stood in the crater he had created and bent down.

Then he raised both arms high above his head.

"The universe has arrived!!!"

Pure white armor, along with orange armor, and rocket-like decorations on Nianzhuo's shoulders, with orange patterns connecting like connectors to the thruster-like decorations on his thighs.

What's even more eye-catching, however, are the two rocket-shaped weapons in his hands.

Overall, it is an armor that very prominently features the era and a sense of technology.

"The universe... has arrived?" Confused, Mary, far away in Chaldea, bit her finger. "Just how many secrets are you hiding from me...?"

Of course, these are things that Nianzhuo is unaware of at present.

Power surged through his entire body, and Nian Zhuo felt as if he was about to take off.

"Hiss—" Scalding hot air spewed out from his armor, and Nian Zhuo looked up at Drake not far away.

“Come on, Captain Drake.”

"The battle is far from over."

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In the dense forest not far away, a man dressed in camouflage clothing and wearing a camouflage helmet raised his camera.

"Click—" He held the photo of the Fourze armor in his hand.

"Roar—the power of Fourze, it's getting more and more interesting."

Victory.