I want to become a Kamen Rider

Logically speaking, being chosen by a girl with excellent figure, looks, family background, and abilities, and even harboring passionate feelings for her, living in a country with open-minded views and being chaste herself, yet remaining faithful to him to this day, should be an extremely gratifying thing for a man.

Others may not know, but Kawasaki Saki does: the girl in front of her had indeed been wearing mourning clothes from her father's hometown for half a year.

However, Kawasaki Saki couldn't feel happy for the Anti-Japanese War Commissioner at this moment.

She seemed to understand somewhat what the people at the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University felt when they said the former speaker had mental problems.

“It’s alright, Saki. I never eat alone. Good things are meant to be shared! You stay outside the door and don’t come in no matter what noises you hear inside. After A-Kang finishes eating me, it’ll be your turn.”

"...I...I only..."

"Remember to exercise regularly, otherwise it's no fun if your legs get weak too quickly."

The former speaker patted her on the shoulder in encouragement.

"..."

Saki Kawasaki's forehead broke out in black lines.

She now completely understood Kangda's feelings; this man really did have something wrong with his head.

The battle on the screen continued, with the monster being repeatedly killed by the golden and crimson warriors, only to rise again and again, seemingly needing to meet certain conditions to be completely eliminated.

Finally, it was Kamen Rider W, an A-rank knight under the command of the former chairman who was transferred to Blue Island, who defeated it.

Saki Kawasaki tried her best to steer the conversation back on track:

"Look at the screen, Hachiman Hikigaya and the others are repeatedly killing the target. Judging from the gradual weakening of their aura, they should be able to defeat that monster in the end, right? Isn't this a pre-arranged test? Why did you switch W over again?"

"It's enough to confirm that the Time Jackers can be forcibly killed or worn down by firepower of SS-rank knights or higher. Just defeat them with the corresponding knights. After all, ammunition isn't unlimited, so there's no need to waste it meaninglessly. Especially since there are more battles to come."

"Any more?"

"Correct."

The girl carefully put away the pink bottle, handling it as if it were a strategic weapon.

Perhaps, to her, that pink bottle really was a strategic weapon in some sense.

The person described by the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University as "mentally unstable" stood up. Her tall, graceful figure cast an imposing shadow under the blue light of the screen. She stared intently at the screen:

"According to A Kang's diary, those who do not have the ability to destroy one or more worlds are not qualified to be recorded in the first line of his enemy list, 'The Record of Struggles.' The second-generation Time Jackers, although not ranked high in it, were indeed recorded. That means they are far more capable than they are now."

……

……

The Hiiragi family home, Hiiragi Mai Tina's room.

Outside the window, the brief, efficient, yet incredibly powerful battle had just ended. The echoes of the explosions still reverberated through the streets, and the smell of smoke mixed with dust drifted faintly into the room. Fan Kang turned his gaze from the window to Tina Hiiragi, who was still somewhat dazed beside him.

"Wu Tina, prepare for battle."

The purple-haired girl raised her head blankly, her large eyes filled with confusion:

"Hey, wasn't it already over?"

"The pawns used to scout the way have already tested the normal forces of this world. You are the gatekeeper, and I am the final boss. It's your turn to step in."

It's a shame you can't even transform into Kuuga anymore, yet you still call yourself the final boss.

Hiiragi Tina mentally complained, but still obediently took out her belt and card. While thinking that if this guy made her angry again, she would teach him a lesson sooner or later and show him what she was capable of, she prepared to transform and fight.

then……

"Hahahahahaha——!"

A burst of arrogant, almost maniacal laughter suddenly tore through the night sky. The laughter, filled with a twisted pleasure and overwhelming arrogance, drowned out all other sounds on the street and even made Kaixa and Faiz, who were on guard in the distance, stop in their tracks.

The space far from Tina Hiiragi's house distorted and rippled violently, like a lake surface tossed with a boulder, and a huge vortex with ominous silver light shimmering at its edges appeared out of nowhere.

Two figures slowly emerged from the center of the vortex.

The first to step out of the vortex was a burly giant nearly two and a half meters tall. His entire body was covered in heavy, dark obsidian-like armor, with jagged spikes at the joints. His helmet completely obscured his face, revealing only two points of crimson light. Just by standing there, a terrifying sense of oppression, like a mountain collapsing, permeated the air, and the ground beneath his feet even groaned under the weight.

He was like a mobile war fortress, exuding a pure and destructive aura of power.

Behind him, whom he guarded like a loyal protector, was a young girl dressed in pure black mourning clothes.

The style of the mourning clothes was exquisite and intricate to the extreme. The black silk flowed with a luster like an abyss, and the collar and cuffs were adorned with fine obsidian and silver thread embroidery patterns, as delicate as teardrops. The skirt was layered, fluttering slightly in the night breeze, like petals formed from the night itself.

To Kawasaki Saki, who was watching the battle from afar on Blue Island, its magnificence and solemnity were no less than, and even surpassed, the top-of-the-line custom-made suit that Eleanor had purchased at great expense in the past six months, carrying an almost deathly, ritualistic luxury.

The girl's face was mostly obscured by a thin black veil, revealing only her beautifully shaped chin and pale, almost bloodless lips. Her slender figure created a stark contrast with the giant man beside her.

Since she arrived, she has only glanced once at the boy holding hands with the purple-haired girl in the second-floor window.

After that, I never saw anything else.

Whether it's the armed helicopter hovering in the sky with its cannons pointed at her, or the Kamen Riders Kaiser and Faiz on the ground, swords in hand and guns in hand, ready for battle, or even Tina Hiiragi, who is right next to her, holding a card and preparing to transform... to her, they all seem to be dust particles that do not exist in this space, not even worthy of her a glance.

After a brief, suffocating silence.

Beneath the black veil, the girl's lips parted slightly, her voice clear and ethereal.

"You really...can't remember anything?"

The boy stood by the window, the night wind ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead. He calmly looked back at the eyes hidden behind the black veil, there was no anger, no fear, only a bottomless silence.

He slowly and very clearly shook his head.

The girl in the black veil didn't seem surprised by the answer, but her delicate chin, which was hidden, seemed to tighten slightly.

She slowly and gracefully lowered her head, as if performing some kind of silent mourning ritual.

When she raised her voice again, it carried a resolute determination that severed all hesitation, and... a declaration of destruction:

"Alright, then I won't hold back anymore."

She nodded slightly and tossed a purple watch face to the burly man beside her.

"If I cannot have you, then I will turn your corpse into a doll and keep you company for all eternity."

Chapter 113 The Reappearance of Clues

After delivering that explosive declaration of death, the girl in mourning clothes vanished silently into the silver vortex of time and space, like a pebble thrown into water, leaving only a chilling aftertaste lingering in the rainy night.

According to the usual pattern, the next battle should be about Fan Kang, even after losing the power to become Kuuga, still relying on love, courage, and the bond with his companions to defeat the evil second-generation Time Jackers and protect the world behind him.

Just as Sakuta Azusagawa, Hachiman Hikigaya, and the others cautiously gathered around, and Tina Hiiragi gripped her card tightly, ready for battle, the burly man who stood like an iron tower before the vortex picked up a watch face that emitted an ominous purple light, which the girl in mourning clothes had thrown away before she left.

His massive frame turned towards the second-floor window of the Hiiragi family residence, his thick fingers pointing with a brute force at the boy who had just been holding hands with the purple-haired girl by the window. His voice boomed like thunder, filled with contempt and anger:

"Ugly man, using a new lover to deal with an old one, breaking your engagement, and betraying the princess—is this your despicable choice?"

"I'm the minister's old flame, that woman came later, you're talking nonsense..."

Tina Hiiragi instinctively wanted to retort, but then, realizing something was wrong, she cast a scrutinizing gaze at him:

"Minister, what's the deal with this engagement? I think I need an explanation."

"Wait a moment, I'll flip through the diary right now."

He skillfully turned to a specific page, his eyes quickly scanning it:

【The Chronicle of Struggle: The Tribulations of Time】

[Seventh World, ▇ Month ▇ Day, Cloudy]

"I rescued a princess from some organization, and they seem to be ruling a country using the power of time they accidentally acquired. Is this finally the beginning? After Godzilla, Demon Beasts, and Ultimate Lifeforms—these outrageous things—my orthodox Kamen Rider adventure story?"

"The rest of the story will probably involve me helping others, leaving behind a legendary tale, and then gracefully departing."

"For the farewell scene, let's learn from that guy who loves marble soda, standing in the sunset saying cool things. But we can't completely copy him; he plays the harmonica, and I'll play the suona."

"Why is it that the tradition in this country to give chains and necklaces as parting gifts? What a strange custom. Oh well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'll just keep them for now."

……

【The Chronicle of Struggle: The Tribulations of Time】

[Seventh World, ▇ Month ▇ Day, Sunny]

"Damn it, the stone's been stolen."

"Why can't I break these chains... Damn it..."

"I don't want to be a male concubine. How can someone be even more extreme than Eleanor?"

"I've been drugged... Ugh, am I going to die here?"

"Hey, the medicine doesn't seem to be working?"

"The opportunity has arrived!"

……

【The Chronicle of Struggle: The Tribulations of Time】

[Seventh World, ▇ Month ▇ Day, Rain]

"Finally escaped! A free bird cannot be caged!"

I closed my diary.

After a cursory glance, Fan Kangyi looked at the burly man with righteous indignation:

"All I saw was a story of a pitiful man who kindly saved someone but was tricked, chained, and collared, almost becoming a plaything. What marriage agreement? It was clearly an attempted kidnapping!"

The burly man waved his hand angrily, filled with righteous indignation:

"What do you know?"

"Do you know what it means for Her Highness to turn into a young girl at night, a little girl in the morning, and a mature woman at noon? This means that as long as you marry Her Highness, you can experience the blissful enjoyment of being woken up by a little girl in an apron with a soft, sweet voice in the morning, parading around in front of everyone while holding a charming mature woman at noon, and sleeping in the arms of a soft, fragrant young girl at night!"

"Her Highness has only fallen in love once in all these years. You, you wasteful bastard who abandoned such a delicacy, are simply too enviable... and hateful!"

Rather than being filled with fighting spirit, Fan Kang saw a burning jealousy in a man.

"But they'll be collared, leashed, imprisoned, and toyed with for life, right?"

"...To be stepped on by those small, fragrant, soft jade feet, I would be willing to marry a princess and become king!"

Fan Kang: "..."

So you even took some food and some bribes, didn't you?

"Although you're a pervert, I can't really blame you. I can understand your thoughts and feelings. If I didn't have a reason to return to this world, I would probably make the same choice as you."

"Hey, Minister, don't just nod your head like that without permission!"

Ignoring the frantic Tina Hiiragi, Fan Kang said this while holding his phone.

"Right, right."

The burly man raised the purple dial, purple light swirling around his massive body.

"Since you've realized your mistake, I'll let you die a quicker death. I'll try my best to preserve your body and bring you back to Her Highness the Princess... Wait, what's that in your hand?"

“Oh, something that can record audio. If you don’t kill me here today, or if you aren’t killed by us, the next time we meet, I’ll play what you said to your princess in front of her. That way, no matter how the battle goes today, we can at least eliminate one of the Time Jackers, either by doing it ourselves or by having the enemy do it themselves.”

"Have you ever considered the possibility that I might successfully complete my mission and return to destroy the recording?"

"Give it a try if you can do it."

"Roar--!!"

Enraged, the burly man roared deafeningly and slammed the purple watch face in his hand against his chest.

"Decade!"

A chilling mechanical sound echoed through the night sky as purple, destructive energy surged from his body like a raging tide, coiling around his massive, pitch-black form. The light twisted and reformed, accompanied by a teeth-grinding metallic friction and the hum of energy, and an even larger Another Decade, with its more distorted armor and ominous purple-black glow, transformed. Its imposing presence far surpassed that of the previous Another W.

Fan Kang patted Hiiragi Tina on the shoulder.

Memory is the carrier of emotion; without memory, how much emotion can remain?

It's hard to say exactly how many wonderful adventures took place in the crumbling past, or how bizarre and interesting the experiences were.

But since he didn't add the so-called princess of the second generation of Time Jackers to his wish list, but instead added the Time Jackers to the list of enemies, it means that his past self had already made the decision for his present self.

"Go, Mutina, use the Decade card."