Kamen Rider from the ancient times

Chapter 468 Memory is History

Full Throttle!

"Shadow!"

On the rooftop plaza of a high-rise building.

The Cetron car spun rapidly around Mechanical Mutant 102, its afterimages forming a red barrier that trapped it inside.

Kamen Rider Drive, equipped with the "Midnight Shadow" gear-shifting vehicle, weaves back and forth between the barriers, his super-fast Rider Kicks slamming into the mechanical mutants one after another, finally exploding with a "boom"!
呲——

Kamen Rider Drive, having delivered his final Rider Kick, deactivated his super-speed mode and came to an abrupt stop, sparks flying as his feet scraped against the ground.

Behind him, intense flames spread, and the digital core of the mechanical mutant 102 flew out of the explosion, eventually shattering and dissipating in the destructive energy.

Kamen Rider Drive looked back, then took out his gear-shifting vehicle and deactivated his transformation. Shinnosuke Tomari, who was now in his true form, let out a long sigh of relief.

Shijima Kiriko ran out from behind the pillar: "Mechanical Mutant No. 102 destroyed! Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Tomari!"

"This guy's tough. I don't know why, but I feel like I've dealt with Mechanical Mutant Number 102 a lot already," said Shinnosuke Tomari, scratching his head.

"It's been on the run for so long, so it must have been dealt with many times already?" Shijima Kiriko was somewhat puzzled.

"Ah, but..."

Shinnosuke Tomari frowned.

Because his feeling that they had "dealt with each other many times" seemed to extend beyond just their clashes.

But he couldn't understand why he had this feeling. It was as if something was missing in his heart. Subconsciously, Tomari Shinnosuke turned his head to look at the scenery in the distance from the tall building.

From this high-altitude plaza, one can see most of the city, including blue skies, white clouds, skyscrapers, and even Tokyo Bay on the horizon.

“Strange…” Tomari Shinnosuke murmured.

This city has a strange feeling of being both familiar and unfamiliar.

Sensing something was wrong, Kiriko Shijima looked at him with concern: "What's wrong, Mr. Tomari?"

Tomari Shinnosuke said somewhat blankly, "How should I put it, I feel like I've forgotten something. Just now, I had a strong sense of déjà vu about this scene... Have I been here before?"

He pointed to the city in the distance.

"Huh?" Shijima Kiriko tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing... By the way, where did you just go?" Tomari Shinnosuke suddenly asked.

"He left the Special Investigations Division early this morning, saying he was going to monitor the movements of the mechanical mutant 002 and the others." Shijima Kiriko paused here.

Because Shinnosuke Tomari was present in the morning, and even Takeshi Shijima expressed his dissatisfaction with the other party's decision to let Heart and the others go last time, they parted on bad terms.

Thinking of this, Shijima Kiriko said worriedly, "Mr. Tomari, are you perhaps too tired lately? Now that the incident with Mechanical Mutant No. 102 has been resolved, let's go back to the Special Operations Division and rest!"

Shinnosuke Tomari, remembering what happened that morning, felt a little embarrassed: "I guess I'm just a little tired..."

The two were about to leave when a dark purple motorcycle roared to a stop at the edge of the square. The rider took off his helmet, revealing a blank face as he looked at them.

Upon seeing him, Kiriko Shijima stepped forward and smiled, "Chase, you've arrived! But Mechanical Mutant No. 102 has been successfully eliminated by Drive. This time, at least it didn't escape again!"

"Is it over yet?"

Upon hearing this, the hunter calmly repeated the words. Although he had made a wasted trip, he didn't have any extra emotions. He simply glanced at the battlefield, which was covered in scorched marks.

Shinnosuke Tomari nodded to him as well: "Yes, thank you for your help."

"It's ok."

As Hunter picked up his motorcycle helmet again to put it on, Tomari Shinnosuke looked at him and his gaze suddenly fell on a black gearshift motorcycle parked on his shoulder.

"Hmm? This is—"

Suddenly, Tomari Shinnosuke stepped forward and grabbed the hunter's arm, who then looked at him in confusion.

The black hunter, as quiet as a figurine, also sensed something and slightly turned the front of the car. The oval, crimson headlights fell on Jinnosuke, serene and profound.

At that moment, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Tomari Shinnosuke's mind, crackling and stimulating him, and scenes that seemed to have been sealed away emerged from the distant depths.

Shinnosuke Tomari's eyes trembled as he felt a chill run down his spine, and the flashbacks were particularly unsettling.

It was a horrifying battle and countless deaths. "This world..."

Tomari Jinnosuke suddenly turned around to look at the city's skyscrapers, but there were no Shocker airships in the sky, no Shocker flags on the building walls, and no faint blue arc of light in the distance.

A distorted history does not exist in this world.

"Oh right...right...Kawahara!"

The hazy memories finally pieced together all the events: the distorted history dominated by Shocker, Kamen Rider 3, the repeated deaths in the time loop, and finally, the entire world covered in aurora-like colors—

Shinnosuke Tomari remembered everything!

His expression shifted constantly. He almost turned and ran away impatiently, but then he remembered his mode of transportation and turned back to get into the CETRO car parked by the roadside.

Shijima Kiriko, who had been watching him in a panic the whole time, stared blankly with wide eyes. By the time she came to her senses, Tomari Shinnosuke had already started the car and driven away.

"Huh? Wait... Mr. Po? Mr. Po!"

Shijima Kiriko watched with concern as he left without saying a word.

Then the plaza on the high-rise building fell silent.

After a long while, Shijima Kiriko turned to look at the hunter without saying a word. The latter remained calm and expressionless throughout, but his gaze was thoughtful as he watched the Sertran car gradually disappear at the end of the road.

"Misty, let me take you home first," Hunter said, turning back to her.

"Thank you for your help, Chase."

Shijima Kiriko sighed with some distress, then asked in confusion, "But I remember Mr. Kawahara left Tokyo a couple of days ago, what happened to Mr. Tomari?"

Hunter glanced sideways at the gearshifting vehicle that was using his shoulder as a parking lot, and answered in a completely calm but serious tone.

"do not know."

The person was summoned away by a magic circle right before their eyes, and the Black Hunter Shifting Chariot responded calmly to this.

They've simply gone to another world.

……

……

The coastal highway in Tokyo Bay.

Although he said he was going to cause trouble for the three mechanical mutants, number 002, in the morning, Shijima actually went out alone to clear his head.

He walked slowly to the shore, silently looking through some photos he had taken on the beach.

Feeling down and having nowhere to vent, he could only do things he was interested in to distract himself. But Shijima Tsuyoshi still couldn't cheer up after a whole morning, his mind constantly replaying the events involving Banno Tenjuro and the mechanical mutant.

"hateful……"

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but the next moment, some images flashed through Shijima Tsuyoshi's mind.

Swah——

Shi Dao suddenly stopped in his tracks, and inexplicably felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, instantly raising goosebumps all over his body!

"what happened……"

As if sensing some kind of crisis, Shijima panicked and became wary of his surroundings, then hugged himself, trembling.

"I think I saw... someone dead..."

He saw himself die.

He died many times, a truly horrific tragedy!
However, the coastal highway was very peaceful, with no signs of danger. The sky was high and the clouds were light, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining. On the distant beach, there were groups of tourists playing, and you could faintly hear their joyful laughter.

Despite the warm atmosphere, the explosions and deaths flashing through his mind were far too gruesome.

Shijima suddenly realized something. He frowned, covered his head, and remained silent for a long time with an inscrutable expression. Then, the illusory memory that seemed like a nightmare finally became clear.

"Kamen Rider...Faiz?"

……

(End of this chapter)