I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

As Yuanxiang jumped onto the plaza, a very familiar voice rang out behind him. Turning around, he saw a strange headgear and a black whip. It was none other than his old rival, Ambassador of Hell. Regardless of why this guy wasn't completely dead yet, the fact that he was here meant that this Badan was probably just Shocker with a different name.

"Hand over the lock and the card! Don't force us to be ruthless!"

Ignoring the enemy's clamor, Gensou looked at the 'rocket' in the center. At the same time, the enemy realized his intention, and the Hell Ambassador hurriedly lashed out with his whip at Gensou, shouting in a deep voice:

"Go protect the machine! What are you standing there for?!"

"Skull! Maximum drive!"

Amidst the deafening cries of "Death wish!", Genji created a skull-shaped energy body from his chest and leaped into the air. The Bataan members also ran even more frantically toward the central machine. Some wanted to shoot Genji down, some wanted to intercept him with their energy bodies in the air, and some were willing to use themselves as cannon fodder, like the Shadow General, whose flames had not yet dissipated as he transformed into a playing card and rushed to the front of the machine.

But to everyone's surprise, Kamen Rider Skull, who had leaped high into the air, did not attack the central machine. Instead, he aimed at the area below the small platform and delivered a powerful Rider Kick that pierced through the floor and disappeared from sight. The enemies looked at each other in bewilderment. Meanwhile, Narumi Sokichi, who had witnessed everything, felt as if he had caught up with the boy's thoughts and tiptoed away from the perimeter of the plaza.

Christmas Bonus: My Past Birthday

"Welcome to Fuyu News. Please see the first news item: A memory-related strange incident occurred in the port area yesterday..."

"Weird guy, weird guy... How come this thing is so rare?"

Mingtang Huben irritably turned off the TV. He was already annoyed by his son's poor academic performance and thought he could distract himself by watching some TV programs, but the more he watched, the angrier he got. Hmm?

Just then, he saw a familiar figure outside the door, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, carrying a rather large bag, walking unhurriedly, not looking like he was busy with a commission.

"Yuanxiang! Yuanxiang!"

Mingtang Huben called out towards the door, waving to the boy to come over. He casually took a can of peaches from the refrigerator, warmed it by the stove, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the boy. The two of them, one big and one small, simultaneously took the cup, slurped a breath, and sighed, "Ha~~~". Then, Mingtang Huben reached out and slapped the boy's hand, which was reaching for the can of peaches, with a hint of annoyance.

"It's hot, so I'm not afraid of getting diarrhea if I eat it cold."

“Hey, Uncle Mingtang, you’re mistaken.”

Gensho smiled mysteriously, wiggled his finger, and whispered:

"You can take medicine for diarrhea, but if you heat up canned peaches, they won't taste right."

"Did Zhuang Ji keep you hidden in a pile of peaches to raise you?!"

Mingtang Huben slapped someone's hand again, but Yuanxiang nimbly dodged the slap, then playfully reached out again, muttering under his breath:

"Uncle Mingtang, can we use a different phrase to complain? You've been using the same phrase for five years."

"you--"

Mingtang Huben aimed at Yuanxiang's hand and suddenly swung down, but it was still dodged. The middle-aged man put down his cup, held both hands towards Yuanxiang, and said irritably:

"It's none of your business. By the way, don't you have any work today? You're out shopping."

"There is work to be done, but my grandfather has gone out to do it."

Gensho also put down his cup and played a hand-clapping game with Myodo Gomoto:

"It's Christmas, and the decorations in my house are too old. I'll change them up this year and make it more festive."

"Haha, yeah, after all, it's not just Christmas, it's also someone's birthday."

Mingtang Huben thought slapping the back of the hand was too childish, so he lowered his hand and placed it on Yuanxiang's head, ruffling it gently and saying with a warm smile:

"Guess what gift I prepared for you?"

"Hmm... same as last year?"

Yuanxiang thought for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and tentatively raised his hand, saying:

"Or maybe it's because you, Uncle, built me ​​a huge thing."

"When have you ever liked those fancy things, huh?"

Mingtang Huben took a large bag of canned peaches from behind the counter, gently placed it in front of Yuanxiang, and said with a smile:

"This is a high-end product imported from abroad. It's called some kind of yellow peach. I don't know much about it, but you should take it back and try it."

Hehe~~~

Yuanxiang gave Mingtang Huben a simple, honest smile and said:

"Uncle Mingtang, you've got me completely under your control."

"Go away, everyone in Fengdu knows you're a peach fanatic. Alright, I've delivered the gift, you've got your work to do now."

Although they had known each other for a long time, Mingtang Huben still couldn't stand Yuanxiang's affection. He flicked his forehead, then waved to shoo him away. Yuanxiang knew his uncle's intentions, so he waved back with a grin. Di, with the last piece of peach in his mouth, hummed a little tune and left.

Many people know it's Gengo's birthday, so he received quite a few gifts along the way, including a mini Christmas blind box gift set, a police model by Uncle Bino, handmade longevity noodles by Mino no Kami, and a fountain pen by Teacher Kirisu...

When they arrived at the door, Aunt Momoko brought over the birthday cake she had made. Uncle Shirou stood aside, smiling, saying that he was waiting to give his gift to Nanoha together. His little sister was currently hiding in her room, busy with something, saying that she was determined to give him a surprise.

After saying goodbye to his dear uncle and aunt, Yuanxiang, who usually only had a bag, was now carrying a lot of things on his hands and shoulders. He carefully put away the birthday gifts, stretched his chest, took a deep breath, and happily ran to the warehouse. He carried out a small pine tree for hanging decorations, placed it in the hall, and then leaned back on the sofa, browsing the forum while waiting for his grandfather to return.

'jingle.....'

About an hour later, the office door opened, and the bell hanging there rang crisply. Yuanxiang looked up and saw his grandfather. He quickly put down his phone, ran over, took his grandfather's bag, placed it on the cabinet next to him, took off his grandfather's hat, tossed it aside, and hung it on the coat rack behind the desk. He then took off his grandfather's overcoat, shaking it as he said:

"Is it snowing? I didn't notice. It looks like it's snowing heavily."

"The snow only lasted for a short while."

Yuan Zhuangji took off his scarf and wiped the sweat from his neck. Then, like a mischievous old man, he chuckled and wiped his hand on Yuan Xiang's face. Yuan Xiang didn't flinch, but just looked up at his grandfather with a hint of annoyance. He took the scarf, folded it neatly, and then, holding Yuan Zhuangji's arm, pulled him to the stove. He mixed the hot and cold water, handed it to his grandfather, and said curiously:

"Today's commission was completed so quickly. I thought I would have to wait another hour."

"Haha, then you should take a look at who made the move."

Genjo took a sip of warm water, held his hands up to the stove to warm them, then leaned back in his rocking chair and looked at Genjo with a smile, saying:

"It's a piece of cake. If I weren't not as skilled as I used to be, I could have finished it in half an hour."

"What's wrong? Did you hurt your back again?"

Yuanxiang, holding a cup, looked at his grandfather and said in a subtle tone as he took out the plaster:

"If you're really going to have an accident, just say so. Last time I almost ended up in the hospital because I was holding on so tightly."

"Xiang, your grandfather has some confidence."

Genjokichi picked up a book from the side and fanned himself against Gensou, saying helplessly:

"A tough guy doesn't fall in the same place twice."

"But an elderly person's back won't take that into account."

Gensho smiled and filled Gensho's water bottle, then took out the ornaments from his bag and said:

"Alright, my detective grandpa, now you take charge and let's see how long it takes us to finish this."

"Ten minutes, no, ten minutes is too long."

Minamoto no Shoji stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Six minutes, if you exceed that, it means you're not tough enough."

"My dear grandfather, this is a holiday, not a training exercise."

Gensho reached out from behind the rocking chair and, unable to contain his disapproval, tugged at Genshoji's white beard:

"It's only a few o'clock, not even past noon yet, there's still plenty of time."

"Okay, let's take it slow then."

Genjo took Gensou's hand and shook it gently. Then, using the book as a conductor's baton, he directed Gensou to hang the ornaments higher and lower. When only the Christmas tree remained, the old man sat up, took the ornaments from Gensou's hands, and said with a smile:

"Come on, let's go together."

"Okay, let's do it together."

This has become a family tradition: the final tree for Christmas decorations needs to be done by the whole family. Of course, this is mainly because there are only a few people in the family, so two people can make it just right without crowding or delaying things.

Looking at the old man beside him, Gensou couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. The giant who had once pulled him out of the apartment was now only shoulder-high. The passage of time had truly been silent. But before he could continue his reflections...

"Hey!"

Genshou nimbly dodged backward, narrowly avoiding the fluffy ball that Genshouji was about to shove at his nose. Then... Genshouji froze, the boy tilting his head, giving him a subtle once-over, and asked softly:

"Did you get a shock?"

"........."

Yuan Zhuangji didn't speak, but his exasperated expression said it all. Yuan Xiang shook his head, both amused and exasperated, and carefully helped his grandfather sit down, saying helplessly:

"Grandpa, how come you're more mischievous than me? Before you act like this, at least think about your own health."

"It was just a small mistake."

Yuan Zhuangji, rubbing his lower back, said as if unwilling to admit he was old:

"Otherwise, that fluffy ball would definitely stick to your nose."

"Hey, hey, is this the point?!"

Gensho raised an eyebrow, lightly tapped the table and complained. Then, the grandfather and grandson looked at each other and burst into laughter, which was then stopped by Gensho's back pain.

The boy applied the plaster to his grandfather's back, then went to continue decorating the Christmas tree. Watching his tall, slender figure, Yuan Zhuangji sighed and said softly:

"It's been ten years..."

"Yeah, pretty much."

Gensho nodded in response, while Gensho continued, rubbing his leg:

"My grandson has grown up so much in the blink of an eye. And, I think that girl from the Takamachi family..."

Okay~~

Yuanxiang tossed a piece of milk candy into Yuanzhuangji's mouth, interrupting him, and sighed, saying:

"If you want to hold your great-grandson, then take good care of your health and wait a few more years. After tonight's fight, hand over all the errands in the firm to me, and you can just stay and guard the headquarters."

"Not all work is good, but appropriate exercise is very beneficial to the health of the elderly."

Yuan Zhuangji smiled kindly, but paused for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Do we really have to make our move tonight?"

"Ah."

Gensho nodded. Although he still had injuries, they had healed to the point that they would not affect his combat ability. Furthermore, since Christmas and New Year's Day were only a few days apart, there would be a fireworks festival in Futo tonight, which would be similar to the one on New Year's Day, with the dazzling lights illuminating the sky for several hours.

The explosions and noise would drown out a lot of 'noise' and shield their actions from unnecessary trouble. After all, their opponent this time was a prestigious family in Fengdu, and the police would be happy to respond urgently and give them face.