I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

It was obvious that Shijima Tsuyoshi was imitating Banno Tenjuro, and it was also clear how much trust and sweetness those words had conveyed back then now tormented him. After repeating those few sentences, Shijima Tsuyoshi went berserk, furiously pounding the pillar with his fists. Genji blinked, instructing 'Cyclone' to create a wind barrier, preventing the sounds from escaping. Only when Shijima Tsuyoshi's fists bled did his anger subside, but he still smiled fiercely at Genji, and said softly:

Are you going to say that you understand how I feel?

"No, my parents died early, and I've never seen a case like yours, so I'm sorry, I can't empathize with you."

Gensou shook his head, placed his hands on Shijima's hands, and used ripples to heal the wounds on them, saying softly:

"But I feel very honored. Even though we haven't known each other for long, you are willing to share your feelings with me. So I am really happy. This feeling of being trusted will make me eat two more bowls of rice tomorrow morning."

"...You, if you were a woman, you'd probably be very popular."

Shijima gave a wry smile, withdrew his hand, and continued leaning against the pillar as he spoke:

"Well, just like you said, keeping these things bottled up inside for too long can really drive you crazy. It feels so good to let it all out now!"

After saying that, Shijima Tsuyoshi turned to one side and lay down on the floor, looking at the ceiling as he said:

"To be honest, I was really stupid back then. I genuinely believed that Banno was acting to stop Roidmude's evil deeds. I followed my brother's advice while secretly disobeying him, and even ignored my sister's words, keeping things from her in the dark, all to give Banno a chance to atone for his sins. But..."

Shijima chuckled self-deprecatingly, then covered his eyes with his hands and said:

"It's all fake, it's all fake. He was just using me. He used me to help him collect battle data on Kamen Rider Drive and Kamen Rider Mach, to gather information on Roidmude, and to find his backup plan. After doing all that, he just threw me into Roidmude's trap like a rag, wanting to kill me and take all the data on Kamen Rider Mach. If it weren't for the Grim Reaper from Heart passing by and helping me, I would definitely be dead by now."

At this point, Shijima straightened up with a "hey," placed his hands on his lap, looked up at the starry sky, and said:

"I was so stupid to have had any illusions about a barbarian like that. I deserved to almost lose my life."

"At birth, people are inherently good. It is human nature to believe in the goodness of others, especially since you are related to him by blood. This is perfectly normal, and you don't need to blame yourself for it."

Gengo gently patted Shijima Tsuyoshi on the shoulder and said:

"Besides, this is a trap set specifically for you. Even if you see through him, given how cunning that person is, he will definitely have other ways to achieve his plan. The fact that you are still alive is the biggest gain. At least we can use this as a breakthrough, right?"

"You're quite good at comforting people."

Shijima sighed and forced a smile as he said:

"But what's the use of knowing? The output of the Kamen Rider Mach system has already reached its limit, and the Special Investigations Division has been helping Jin-ge develop gadgets. I haven't had a chance to get a turn at all. At this rate, how long will it take to eliminate Banno's plan?"

"What, you're planning to go solo?"

Yuanxiang glanced at Shidao in surprise as he asked the question, and the young man nodded, saying in a tone of certainty:

"To prevent my sister from finding out the truth, I must eliminate all the Roidmude as soon as possible and make that bastard Banno pay the price!"

"Excuse my bluntness, but your sister seems to have already guessed something."

Yuanxiang pursed his lips and said softly:

"Your sister is a police officer in the Special Investigations Division, after all. Her sources of intelligence are much wider than yours. And while it's certainly cool to take on everything alone and resolve it all in secret, it's quite worrying to outsiders when you're operating covertly."

"So you want to change my mind?"

Shijima raised an eyebrow, looking at Genjiro who stood calmly to the side, and said something. The boy shook his head and immediately replied:

"I'm just advising you. Your mindset is what it is, and forcibly changing it would be an insult to you. So, if you really want to continue down this path, why don't you go to the research department of the Special Cases Division now and work on a powerful tool, then find a suitable excuse to disappear, and reappear after time has passed. That way, your wish will be fulfilled, and your sister won't worry about your usual sneaky behavior."

"...Why do you seem so skilled at this?"

Shijima, watching Gensou talk so eloquently about this topic, couldn't help but retort:

"You don't usually act like this, do you?"

"terribly sorry."

Yuanxiang gave a thumbs-up and said softly:

“I live alone, so I don’t need to go through all that trouble.”

I take back what I said earlier. You're not very good at comforting people. Who comforts others by reopening their own wounds?

Shijima, looking exasperated, hurriedly interrupted Genji, scratching his head and saying helplessly:

"In short, I will definitely not give up on the matter of the barbarians. I will eliminate that guy sooner or later. When that time comes, Gensou, I hope you can come and help me."

"No problem, if you have the patience, just wait a few days for me."

Gensou used 'Cyclone' to make himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said softly:

"In a few days, once my power has stabilized a bit more, I'll be able to go to the Earth Library to investigate more detailed information. If I'm lucky, I might even be able to find out about the Wilderness's plans."

Well, it's embarrassing, I suppose, that my own power has been eroded to this extent.

After speaking, Gengo sighed helplessly in his heart. When he was curiously looking up information about Shijima Tsuyoshi earlier, he realized that because of the operation of replicating the portal to the world, he needed to spend more 'Glory' to suppress the 'Joker's' damage to himself. This meant that if he stayed in the 'Earth Library' for too long, he would still have to pay the price of his memories as before. To be honest, Gengo didn't like this, so he hoped that time could slow down a bit so that he could recover and continue his investigation.

"Is that so? That's amazing. I never imagined that two Kamen Riders could have such a big difference in strength."

These were Shijima Tsuyoshi's true feelings. After saying this, he patted Gengo on the shoulder, said goodnight, and left. However, judging from his deep thoughts, he probably wouldn't sleep well tonight.

Yuanxiang was sleeping soundly. When the sunlight shone on his face, he reluctantly rubbed his face against the pillow, resisting the sun's call. However, considering that getting his backside exposed to the sun was really not good, Yuanxiang still struggled to sit up, rubbed his eyes, and waved his hands to both sides with a silly grin. He was still half asleep and thought he was at home, so he subconsciously greeted Cangxuan Danzhu. However, the wind blowing from the window immediately woke him up. Looking at his still silly hand raised, he smacked the back of his hand in annoyance, then quickly put on his clothes and went to the courtyard. Then he watched as Tenkuji Zun chased after Yamanouchi Yucheng as he ran past him.

What's going on with these two?

Gengo looked at Shijima Tsuyoshi, who was eating sushi next to him, with a puzzled expression. The young man in white chuckled and licked the rice off his lips, saying:

"The acting host deliberately smacked his lips in front of Xiao Zun, praising how delicious it was. Oh my, this is the first time I've ever seen such a unique morning exercise."

"It seems that these two had some interesting homework last night."

Gensou caught the canned peaches that Shijima had just tossed to him, a complex expression flashing across his face for a moment, before he expertly opened the lid and, while eating with a fork, said:

"It's a pity we didn't get to share this juicy gossip, otherwise we could still be joining in the commotion."

"To be honest, that's true."

"Wow!!!! Little Zun, ahhh!!!"

Ok? !

Just as Shijima was agreeing, Yamauchi Misaki's shout suddenly rang out. The two bystanders were startled and rushed over to the basement of the Great Sky Temple. Then, they saw a deep vortex appear in the middle of the mysterious stone tablet, and the powerful gravity sucked Sky Temple into it.

383 Yuanxiang: I feel very bad.

In a flash, Gengo transformed into a gust of wind and grabbed Tenkuji Takeru's hand. However, Tenkuji Takeru was already deeply trapped in the vortex, and even Gengo couldn't pull her out in time. He could only use the wind to protect her, and they were both swept into the vortex and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What exactly is going on?"

Shijima blinked in surprise, but he already had the Kamen Rider Mach driver on his waist, ready to transform at any moment if things went wrong. He looked at Mikuri Yamauchi and said in a low voice:

"What exactly happened?"

"Um... I don't know either!"

Yamauchi Misaki was so anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, clutching his bald head, practically jumping up and down as he answered:

"I just ran here with Xiao Zun to play around, who knew what happened and it suddenly turned into this?!"

"Honestly, even you can't explain it, how are others supposed to help?"

In fact, Shijima had just wronged Yamauchi Misaki, because on the other side, Tenkuji Takeru, who was also involved, was completely confused. He and Gengo stared at each other, speechless for a moment. However, Gengo did notice something. After being caught in the vortex, he felt a familiar time fluctuation. If he wasn't mistaken, he and Takeru had arrived at another point in time.

"Anyway, let's go to the temple and take a look first."

Gensho pointed to the Daitenkuji Temple at the end of the steps and said softly:

"I feel like there might be a surprise up there."

Tenkuuji nods, clutching the Eye Soul in his hand, and nervously walks towards the temple. To be honest, this Great Tenkuuji Temple is still the same as he remembers it, but something about it feels off. It is precisely because of this strangeness that he is so on high alert, preparing to face the impact that may come next.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

However, upon entering the temple, Gensou and Tenkuji-zun heard a crisp sound, indicating that someone was chopping wood. This surprised Tenkuji-zun, since this kind of training was still a required practice in the temple, but enough wood had already been chopped yesterday, so today should have been the day for chanting sutras.

"Who goes there?!"

Tenkuji-sensei's mind was in turmoil, and his footsteps swayed, making a slight crunching sound as he stepped on the leaves. This sound was heard by a cultivator who was chopping wood, who immediately shouted and rushed over. Although the cultivator could not be seen, his aura was as imposing as a mountain, unexpectedly calm, and carried a corresponding sense of oppression.

However, all of that was secondary. Upon hearing that person's voice, Tenkuji Takeru froze on the spot. Although many years had passed, he was still absolutely certain that it was his father's voice, Tenkuji Ryu's voice, and his father had long since died...

"want......"

Gensou glanced at Tenkuuji Takeru, whispering that he wanted to discuss it on the spot, but after seeing Tenkuuji Takeru shake his head, the boy didn't say anything more. He straightened his collar, walked up to Tenkuuji Ryu, and said with a smile:

"Hello, are you the abbot of Daicong Temple?"

"Yes you are......"

Upon seeing that there were only two children present, Tenkuji Ryuya toned down his imposing aura, tossed his axe onto the wooden stake, and asked softly. Genji, meanwhile, produced a business card and smiled, saying:

"I am a detective from the Fuuto Detective Agency. My name is Shotaro Sato. This is my assistant, Philip. Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but it's still too early for us to take on the responsibilities of detectives. So we would like to follow you for a period of training to calm our minds. I wonder if you would allow us to make this impulsive request?"

"...Fūto, that city really does produce a lot of detectives."

Tenkuuji Ryu curiously examined the business card in his hand, and subconsciously muttered something under his breath, but he immediately added:

"Please don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it. You want to cultivate? Of course you can. As long as you have the will, I won't turn you away. But I can be very strict."

At this point, Tenkuji Ryu's eyes sharpened, instantly reminding Tenkuji Takeru of the past. Takeru shrank back somewhat fearfully, and this instinctive action startled Tenkuji Ryu as well. Why did that movement feel so familiar...?

"No problem."

Gensato noticed the change in the atmosphere between the father and son, and smiled as he interjected:

"Since we've come here, we've already made up our minds."

"In that case, let's give it a try."

Tenkuji Ryu's smile vanished, his serious expression clearly indicating he was fully focused. Watching this, Tenkuji Takeru silently glanced at Genji. "How to put it," he thought, "Genji seems to be taking my father's training far too lightly!"

......

I'm sorry, I'm just too weak.

An hour later, Tenkuji Takeru, kneeling before the Buddha statue, was complaining to himself with a blank expression. Although Gengo had temporarily created a body for his soul to reside in in order to avoid being discovered by his father, who was a ghost hunter, he really wanted to break free from this physical body. Putting everything else aside, he was really struggling to keep up with this training. Even though he could sense that Gengo had strengthened this body with the power of 'Luna,' otherwise he would have been exhausted half an hour ago.

But...

Looking at Gensou beside him, who seemed completely refreshed and unaffected, Tenkuji Takeru slightly shifted his knees, trying not to appear too humiliated in comparison. But he couldn't hold back...

Tenkuji Takeru looked up at the table in front of him, where a reflective ritual plate was placed. He could see his father walking back and forth behind them with a pointer in his hand. Just now, he had been hit at least five times because of his incorrect movements. It seemed that Gensou had deliberately taken a few hits to appease him. He had to admit that he appreciated the good intentions, but he also sincerely acknowledged that Gensou was better than him.

"It's over. You can rest now."