Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

Ye Yang stood there, watching as the Imperial Knight 21 shattered Li Wujiu's black shield with a single shot, and only one thought remained in his mind—he's here.

He rushed over impatiently, the joints of the Imperial Knight armor still retaining the heat generated by friction during the battle, but he didn't care about that at all.

He rushed up to Decade Complete 21, his feet leaving a clear skid mark on the asphalt.

Then he quickly stood up straight, raised his head, and called out the name in an almost trembling, excited voice.

"Mr. Tsukasa Kadoya!"

Kamen Rider Decade 21 turned his head slightly, his emerald green compound eyes calmly looking at the boy in front of him who was wearing the same red armor as him.

After a very brief moment of silence, he raised his right hand and casually waved it at Ye Yang, making a "wait a minute" gesture.

Then he reached out and gently pressed the K Touchscreen 21 terminal on his belt, and the knight card light array surrounding his body gradually receded back to his waist.

The long, magenta cloak billowed one last time in the breeze, then transformed into tiny particles of light that slowly drifted away.

The array of cards on the shoulder armor gradually lost its luster from the edges, until finally even the basic armor itself turned into a magenta light and faded from the body, revealing the handsome face underneath.

The face looked to be in his thirties. The features were sharp and well-defined, with a distinct jawline.

His hair was chestnut brown, with his bangs naturally parted to one side, falling slightly messily across his forehead, and a few stray hairs hanging down from his temples, the ends of which curled up slightly.

He wore a bright burgundy satin collared shirt underneath, the fabric of which had a very glossy feel, and the style looked flamboyant and luxurious.

He wore a well-tailored, sharp black slim-fit suit jacket over his outfit, paired with black striped trousers, making him look very upright and neat.

He casually slung the magenta camera behind his neck, then put his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and glanced at Ye Yang indifferently.

Then, a cryptic smile appeared on his lips, and he casually asked, "Who are you? Why are you wearing my armor?"

Ye Yang's expression completely shattered the moment he heard those words; the emotions that had been clearly written on his face just moments before crumbled into tiny fragments.

He stood in front of Tsukasa Kadoya like a puppy that had been doused with cold water. He quickly deactivated his transformation, revealing the face of an eighteen-year-old boy underneath.

He tucked the Decade Driver into his pocket, scratched the back of his head sheepishly with the hand that had just been gripping the sword, then looked up at Tsukasa Kadoya and said with a somewhat aggrieved expression:

"Um—you really don't remember me. Well, it's been so long. You've saved so many worlds, met so many people—it's normal not to remember. But it's okay, it's enough that I remember you."

Seeing him like this, Tsukasa Kadoya's faint smile finally turned from nonchalant to heartfelt relief.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, took a step forward, and patted Ye Yang on the shoulder with his right hand.

"Just kidding. I remember you. You little brat from some Earth—you've grown up. The last time I saw you, you were the little brat I pulled you out of the rubble."

"Onodera said you'd probably cry for a long time, but you didn't shed a single tear. Instead, you asked us, 'Are you Kamen Riders?' After that, you said, 'I want to be like that when I grow up.' So, have you become that kind of person?"

Ye Yang's eyes turned red the moment Kadoya Tsukasa finished speaking the last word.

He nodded vigorously, so much so that his own hair shook several times, and then he said with great surprise:

"Idol, you still remember me. I've been looking for you all along—I learned to take pictures of everyone's smiling faces with your camera, I always imitated your movements when I transformed into Decade, and I used your one-handed, violent grip-grip pose the most. Today, being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you and fight—I feel like I've accomplished the thing I wanted to do most in my life."

The big tree in Haidong is still leaning against the trunk of the windbreak tree next to it, which was knocked askew, with its arms crossed in front of its chest.

Upon hearing Ye Yang's words, he let out a very faint hum through his nose, then muttered something in a sarcastic tone beside him:

"I never thought that someone like you, who ruins the world wherever you go, could gain such devoted fans. They even copy your moves, use your camera, and even wear magenta shirts."

"Sigh, I wonder when I'll ever have my own fan club. I'm clearly more handsome than him, know more about treasures, dress better, and am a better shot. Why doesn't anyone rush up to me and get so excited they can't speak?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Yang's excited expression, then at Kadoya Tsukasa's calm face, and then shook his head vigorously, sighing in a tone of complete resignation.

Tsukasa Kadoya ignored Kaito's sarcastic remarks beside him.

He took off the magenta camera hanging around his neck, identical to Ye Yang's, and pointed the lens at Ye Yang. He tilted his head slightly and pressed the shutter button very lightly and quickly.

The camera made a crisp click, and soon a photo popped out from the bottom.

He pinched the edge of the photo and shook it, looked down at it for a while, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He handed the photo to Ye Yang and said with some emotion, "Not bad expression—it seems you've found your direction. In the last photo I took of you, your face was covered in dust and blood, and your eyes were as bright as a wolf cub's, but you didn't have this expression then. That 'knowing what you're doing' expression."

Ye Yang took the photo and looked down at it.

In the photo, he is standing on a highway in the afterglow of the setting sun, with the smashed SUV and dissipating energy particles behind him.

He looked at the photo again and again, then looked up at Tsukasa Kadoya and exclaimed in an almost reverent tone:

"It's simply a work of art. Look at the use of light, the balance of the composition, and the blurred background—it perfectly blurs the battlefield behind me into an atmosphere."

The three Lin sisters gathered around from the side.

Lin Yumin walked in front, Lin Xingran curiously tiptoed and peeked over, and Lin Ying followed behind her second sister and also peeked at the photo in Ye Yang's hand.

Then, as the three sisters saw the contents of the photo, their expressions became extremely strange.

Lin Yumin blinked, her dark brown pupils widening slightly after seeing the contents of the photo.

Lin Xingran's excited expression vanished the moment she saw the photo. Her mouth was open, and she pointed at herself in the photo, looking like an alien. Her lips moved for a long time, but no word came out.

Lin Ying peeked out from behind her second sister, and then froze.

In the photo, everything except Ye Yang is clearly visible; all the others are double images.

The road behind Ye Yang turned into several overlapping gray light bands, the windbreak forest by the roadside became a blurry green shadow, and Lin Xingran, who was accidentally captured in the frame, was photographed as a distorted human-shaped light band.

Her burgundy short hair and dark red short jacket were stretched into several overlapping outlines, making her look like some kind of alien creature vibrating at high speed.

Lin Xingran pointed at her reflection, which had been photographed as an alien, and was about to speak with a seriously offended expression when Lin Yumin promptly reached out and covered her mouth.

Then Lin Yumin turned to Kadoya Tsukasa and said with the standard expression a student council president would use when facing a superior:

"Hmm—a very artistic photo. The layers of light and shadow are very rich, and the contrast between sharpness and blur is just right, expressing the photographer's unique aesthetic pursuit."

Lin Ying nodded vigorously beside her, adding in her stammering but sincere tone:

"The table—expresses the author's homesickness. That—the double image—is—the blurry but beautiful image of his hometown in his memory. It's—a stream-of-consciousness technique. Very sophisticated. It wasn't blurry, absolutely not blurry."

Her expression became even more sincere after she finished speaking, and she twisted her hands together in front of her, as if she were having some kind of difficult struggle with her conscience.

Kadoya Tsukasa nodded with obvious satisfaction. He hung the magenta camera back around his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and said to Ye Yang in an extremely pleased tone:

"Yes, your companion has excellent taste. Much better than Onodera and Natsumi. Every time Natsumi looks at my photos, she says, 'You took another blurry picture,' or 'Can you focus on the person?' Her aesthetic sense hasn't improved in all these years. Onodera is even worse; sometimes he deliberately walks in front of my lens when I'm taking pictures."

Ye Yang nodded vigorously with an "I understand" expression, then raised the magenta camera on his chest and asked tentatively, "Idol, can I take your picture too? Just one—no, a few! I promise I won't waste your time!"

Tsukasa Kadoya pulled his hands out of his pockets and casually spread them out, then took a step back and stood in the middle of the road.

The setting sun cast his shadow long and straight, and the lens of the magenta camera reflected a very faint halo in the afterglow of the sunset.

He turned his head slightly, facing Ye Yang's camera, and struck a pose that was deliberately profound but was actually impeccably handsome.

"Great. I happen to be wearing a pretty nice shirt today—though I just grabbed it randomly. Let me see if your skills have improved."

Ye Yang carefully put the photo that Tsukasa Kadoya had taken for him into his pocket, then held the camera up to his eyes, his finger pausing on the shutter button for a moment.

Then he pressed the shutter button several times in a row.

The camera emitted a series of crisp clicks, and several photos popped out from the bottom. He handed the photos to Lin Ying next to him, then raised the camera again to refocus.

In the viewfinder of the magenta camera, Tsukasa Kadoya stands in the center of the setting sun, with the road behind him ravaged by battle and the low-rise buildings of Kowloon Walled City faintly visible in the distance.

The three Lin sisters huddled together looking at the photos Ye Yang had just taken, their three heads squeezed together in front of a small photograph.

Lin Xingran pointed to the double images in the photo that were exactly the same as those in Tsukasa Kadoya's photo, and whispered to her two sisters in a gossipy tone:

"Big sister—third sister—look! The photos that Tsukasa Kadoya took have double images, just like Ye Yang's! It's not a problem with the camera!"

"He just said Ye Yang was wearing his armor—Ye Yang himself said that the Decade's power was inherited from the Shi. So, that ability to create afterimages is inherent to the Decade armor?"

Lin Yumin nodded slightly, her gaze shifting from the photo to Ye Yang, who was taking pictures of Tsukasa Kadoya not far away, before returning to the double image in the photo. She said with certainty:

"And listening to their conversation just now—Kadoya Tsukasa said, 'The last time I saw you, I pulled you out from under the rubble,' and Ye Yang said, 'You saved my life.'"

"Ye Yang mentioned to me before that two Kamen Riders saved him, one was Decade and the other was Kuuga. Now it seems that Decade is this Tsukasa Kadoya. He is Ye Yang's savior and one of the goals Ye Yang has been searching for in this world."

Lin Ying held the photo up to her eyes, her light gray eyes scanning back and forth between the double image and the real thing several times, before she stammered:

"Big sister, second sister, do you think he might be that teacher Wang Xiaoming? He came here—undercover as a teacher—Ye Yang saw his nameplate in the administration building just now. His current identity is—a super A-level teacher at the Federal Military Academy—and his name is Wang Xiaoming."

Lin Xingran nodded vigorously, and said in a tone that suggested she had already convinced herself:

"Very likely! Look at the aura he exuded after he deactivated his transformation. Moreover, his office is right next to Director Zhou's. That floor only has the principal, vice principal, and dean of students. Anyone who can be on the same floor as them must be someone with very high strength."

Lin Yumin removed her hand from Lin Xingran's shoulder and added in her characteristically calm tone:

"Be confident. I bet a cup of milk tea—it's him. All the clues point to the same person. He's only denying it because he hasn't had enough fun yet."

Ye Yang took the photos that Lin Ying had just taken from her and then handed them to Kadoya Tsukasa with both hands.

The taxi driver in the photo stands in the center of the sunset, a magenta camera hanging on his chest, and his red shirt fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

Ye Yang's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and he was a little worried that his idol would dislike the photos because they weren't good enough. Kadoya Tsukasa took the photos and looked through them one by one.

Then he nodded slightly and began his evaluation in an extremely professional yet extremely narcissistic tone:

"Hmm—this composition is great, it captures my handsome figure very well. The use of light and shadow is also very layered—no wonder you're using the same camera as me. You have a bright future, Ye Yang."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Yang's entire being visibly brightened.

He scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"Really? That's great. May I keep one as a souvenir? I'd also like you to sign the back—just say 'To Ye Yang, you've found your direction.' Please sign it on the back of the photo so I can see it every time I take it out to look at it."

Tsukasa Kadoya smiled, then took the photo, took the pen from Ye Yang, and signed his name on the back of the photo with great flair.

The three Lin sisters stood by and watched this scene unfold.

Lin Xingran looked at Ye Yang with an extremely complicated expression, his expression even more excited than when he sang the high notes in the rehearsal hall. Then she nudged Lin Yumin with her elbow and whispered, "Ye Yang is a completely different person in front of Kadoya Tsukasa."

Lin Yumin responded silently. Lin Ying didn't speak, but quietly watched the pure, happy smile on Ye Yang's face that she had never seen before.

The big tree in Haidong finally straightened up from its trunk.

He lowered his arms from his chest and walked over to Tsukasa Kadoya with unhurried steps.

He glanced at the double-image photos in Shi's hand, then at Ye Yang who was still admiring his autographed photo, and then shook his head vigorously, saying in a tone that seemed to have seen through everything:

"This is bad. One Decade was already a headache enough, and now there's another fanboy. Decade's influence is about to expand into other parts of this world."

Tsukasa Kadoya ignored him and simply handed the pen back to Ye Yang, who continued to admire his own photographs.