Tokusatsu: Me, the Police God in the Kamen Rider World

The wind made the hem of the coat sway gently, and scattered leaves clung to the corner, not messy, but adding a touch of casualness.

The sharply styled motorcycle behind him only accentuated his wildness.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, illuminating his fair face. A passing girl couldn't help but slow her pace, letting out a soft scream as she secretly took out her phone to take a picture.

He was already recognized as the most handsome guy at the Tokyo Police Academy, and his good looks would stand out wherever he went.

Minato Namikaze was already used to this. His gaze fell directly on Makura, who was walking towards them from a distance, and he raised his hand and waved, "Makura-kun!"

Makura was stunned when he saw Minato Namikaze not wearing his uniform, and he thought to himself:

My god, he's so handsome! Even he, a guy, couldn't help but take a second look, handing over a stack of neatly wrapped documents with a look of envy.

"Here's what you wanted, along with some related information. Speaking of which, you're also interested in Cockroach Star?"

Minato Namikaze took the document, and upon opening it, he noticed a manga tucked inside. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "There's a manga too?"

"I found this on the way, and it looks somewhat related to Cockroach Star, so I brought it to you."

Masakura nodded, her tone turning serious. "Honestly, judging from recent events..."

This "Cockroach Star" is no righteous person at all; he killed someone just because of a casual remark!

"Oh? What do you mean?" Minato Namikaze's smile faded slightly, and his tone became serious.

"It's this school; someone has already been mistakenly killed by him! And his so-called 'pests'..."

"It's all based on your own judgment, there's no logic to it at all!" Minato Namikaze nodded slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

He thought he would encounter a different kind of character, but it turned out to be another guy who used the name of justice to vent his power recklessly.

He casually flipped open a comic book and said nonchalantly, "Expelling the pests in your heart? That's an interesting way to put it."

The comic book cover says "The Executioner of Fuuto," and without a doubt, it's that cockroach-like hybrid that's causing trouble in the shadows.

He clearly saw himself as a champion of justice. Makura chimed in, "Absolutely! It's outrageous!"

"Thanks, Masakura-kun. I have something to do, I'll be going now." Minato Namikaze packed up the documents and comics, got on his motorcycle, and was about to leave.

Watching his departing figure, Masakura couldn't help but mutter to himself, "They're both boys, how come there's such a big difference between them?"

After venting his frustrations, he turned and left.

After riding for a while, Minato Namikaze stopped his bike and started flipping through the comic book in his hand.

This comic is in a realistic style, depicting the methods and processes of Orphnoch's murders. To put it bluntly, it's a murder prediction; he's really bold.

He was engrossed in reading when his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed it was Shotaro Sato.

Minato Namikaze paused for a moment, then laughed: "Could it be that they've already caught the dopant?"

He pressed the answer button, his tone light: "Zuo-san, did you catch the dopant?"

On the other end of the phone, Shotaro opened his mouth, his face turning bright red, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Akiko, unable to bear it any longer, snatched the phone and shouted, "Minato-kun! Something terrible has happened! The W's memory has been stolen by the dopant!"

Minato Namikaze froze on the spot, his phone almost slipping from his hand: "No way? Not only did you not catch them, you also stole the memory?"

"Could they have all been stolen?"

"No, there aren't any! There are still two left!" Akiko quickly explained.

"Two left? What are you guys doing?" Minato Namikaze was genuinely confused; how could they manage to lose such a crucial memory while capturing someone?

On the other end of the phone, Shotaro shoved Akiko away, his tone filled with embarrassment and anger:

"Don't ask that yet! Right now we only have Hayate and the Ace Memory left, and we're completely clueless. Do you have any leads?"

He had already subconsciously relied on Minato Namikaze. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the police academy student's abilities were truly outstanding.

"I do have a clue. Tell me the whole story in detail first."

Minato Namikaze's tone turned serious, becoming completely earnest.

Shotaro Zuo didn't dare to delay and told everything he knew.

After hearing this, Minato Namikaze instantly understood—that self-proclaimed righteous cockroach star.

It's outrageous that someone would kill someone just because of something a teenage boy said in anger, and even kill the wrong person.

"This guy is so unreliable!" Minato Namikaze couldn't help but complain.

Shotaro on the other end of the phone immediately became excited: "Do you know where that bastard is? I'm going to beat him to a pulp!"

The thought of his memory being stolen filled him with rage.

"I roughly know the location," Minato Namikaze said, already turning the handlebars. "I'm coming over now, you hurry up too, I'll send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Minato Namikaze quickly found an apartment based on clues from the manga.

He stopped the car and was about to go inside when he saw Shotaro Zuo rushing over, his face ashen and his fists clenched.

"That bastard's right here, isn't he?" He kicked the apartment door open and yelled, "You cockroach bastard! Get out here!"

Minato Namikaze shook his head helplessly and quickly followed him inside.

The apartment was a mess, like a garbage dump. Instant noodle boxes and snack wrappers were piled up on the floor, and a disheveled man sat on the floor, fiddling with W's memory chip.

Even more outrageous, he actually inserted the metal memory into the interface on the sole of his foot, which was dirty and faintly smelled of athlete's foot.

Shotaro's face instantly turned green, and he trembled with rage: "You bastard! How could you do this to my memory!"

Minato Namikaze stood to the side, his shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh. This guy was really something else, putting the interface under his feet, didn't he find it dirty?

He could faintly smell the stench clinging to the memory chip.

At this moment, Shotaro Sato completely went berserk and quickly pulled out the dual driver and fastened it to his waist.

Philip, who was connected to him in consciousness, instantly learned that the memory had been infected with athlete's foot, and asked in a strange tone:

"Shotaro, if we handle the memory chip with our hands later, will we get athlete's foot?"

"Hey! Philip, get to the point! Get the memory back first!"

Shotaro shouted anxiously, "What time is it? This guy is still thinking about all this nonsense!"

Philip knew the gravity of the situation and immediately calmed down.

The two simultaneously shouted out the memory's name: "Cyclone!" "Joker!"

"henshin!"

Kamen Rider W makes a dashing entrance. Shotaro turns to look at Minato Namikaze, his tone resolute:

"Minato, don't do it! I want to beat this bastard to a pulp myself!"

Minato Namikaze raised an eyebrow, calculating in his mind: if he were defeated by this guy, wouldn't his sign-in points be wasted?

He laughed and said, "I have no problem beating him up, but it's up to me to take him down in the end."

Shotaro hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, after all, we were able to find this place thanks to you."

After saying that, he struck his signature W pose and shouted his classic line: "Sasha, count your sins!"