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A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Vol 2 Ch 30
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 14:00:07 +0000 UTCThe world seems to pause, suspended in a collective gasp. Even the wind stills, holding its breath. Every eye is fixed on the figure of Kamen Rider Den-O Gun Form. His armor gleams, reflecting the afternoon sunlight, creating an otherworldly radiance.
Whispers ripple through the crowd, like wind through dry leaves.
"Kamen Rider?" A voice, barely audible, breaks the silence.
"Is that…a kid?" Another voice, louder this time, echoes the sentiment.
"He's so young!" A woman exclaims, her hand flying to her mouth.
The realization dawns on them, spreading like wildfire. The figure standing before them, the vigilante they have seen on the news, the one shrouded in mystery and fear, is just a teenager. A boy, barely out of childhood, standing against a monster.
The murmurs grow into a cacophony.
"That's Kamen Rider? He looks like he should be in school!"
"I didn't expect him to be so young. I thought he was at least a young adult?"
"A kid doing all that? I don't believe it!"
The news cameras zoom in, capturing every detail of the youthful Rider. Across the city, in homes and shops, people watching the live broadcast mirror the crowd's shock and disbelief.
In a high-rise apartment, Mirko nearly chokes on her tea. She does a spit take, spraying the screen with the herbal liquid.
"A kid?!" she yells at the screen, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "That punk is a damn kid?"
She stares at the screen, replaying the transformation sequence. The anger she felt earlier, the frustration of being outmaneuvered, is now replaced with bewilderment.
Back in the street, Muscular, for the first time since his rampage began, is not the center of attention. He scowls, his eyes narrowed, but there's a spark of excitement flickering within them.
"Kamen Rider," he says, his voice a low rumble. "So, you finally show your face."
He cracks his knuckles, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
"I've heard stories about you," Muscular continues, his voice rising. "The vigilante who kills villains. The one the heroes can't catch. I've been waiting for this."
Muscular raises his arms, flexing his augmented muscles.
"I’m going to enjoy breaking you, kid," he roars.
Ryutaros, inside Den-O, pays him no mind.
"I'm sorry," Ryutaros says, his tone deceptively sweet. "Did you say something? I was too busy thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy sending you to the hospital."
Ryutaros flips Den-O's hands in a playful yet mocking gesture. He looks at the police officers and injured bystanders.
"Everyone, stand back!" Ryutaros orders, his voice amplified by the suit's speakers. "This is going to get messy!"
Ryutaros turns his attention back to Muscular.
"Now then, Ugly, let's dance!"
Without waiting for a response, Ryutaros launches forward, a blur of motion. He is a whirlwind of purple energy, a dancing storm unleashed on the street. His movements are erratic, unpredictable.
Muscular roars, planting his feet, and prepares to meet the Rider head-on. He throws a punch, a massive fist hurtling towards the Kamen Rider, but Ryutaros is already gone.
[WHOOSH]
Ryutaros ducks under the attack, twisting his body in a breakdancing spin. He reappears behind Muscular, delivering a rapid series of jabs.
[PAP! PAP! PAP!]
The blows land on Muscular's back, but they seem to have little effect. Muscular barely flinches. He turns around, his face twisted in annoyance.
"Is that all you've got, kid?" he sneers. "I've felt mosquito bites that hit harder!"
Ryutaros ignores the taunt, launching into another flurry. He weaves around Muscular's attacks, using his agility to avoid the villain's brute strength. He shoots forward, lands a kick to the side, then cartwheels back out of range. He's a purple-clad hummingbird, flitting around a lumbering bear.
Muscular swings wildly, trying to catch the elusive Rider. Each punch creates a shockwave, shattering the pavement and sending debris flying. But Ryutaros is always a step ahead, dancing just beyond his reach.
"Stay still, damn it!" Muscular bellows, his frustration growing. "I can't hit what I can't see!"
Ryutaros pauses, striking a pose mid-air.
"But that's the fun part, isn't it?" he taunts, his voice echoing. "You can't catch me!"
He lands, resuming his assault. He unleashes a rapid combo, a dizzying mix of punches and kicks. Each strike is perfectly timed, precisely aimed.
[PAK! PAK! PAK!]
But against Muscular's augmented physique, the blows are like pebbles against a mountain. They do not break through. They do not dent. They only serve to irritate.
"You're fast, I'll give you that," Muscular admits, his eyes following Ryutaros' movements. "But speed means nothing without power."
He clenches his fists, his muscles bulging even further. Veins throb on his forehead.
"Now it's my turn."
Muscular takes a step forward, and the ground trembles. The air crackles with energy. This time, there is a different look in his eyes. He is angry.
"I'm going to enjoy making you cry."
Ryutaros, despite his bravado, feels a flicker of unease. This isn't going to be as easy as he thought.
The crowd watched with bated breath. They sensed the shift in momentum, the change in the air. The playful dance was over. This was going to be a fight.
Muscular lunges, a wrecking ball of flesh and fury. Ryutaros barely dodges the first blow, a fist that would have pulped a normal person. The wind from the strike whips past him, ruffling his armor, a reminder of the danger he is in.
He ducks, weaves, and spins, a constant motion, a purple phantom dancing through a storm of fists. Muscular's attacks are relentless, each one carrying enough force to level a building. But Ryutaros is too quick, too agile. He anticipates every move, using his breakdancing skills to evade certain destruction.
[SHING!]
Ryutaros takes a gamble. As he ducks under another punch, he detaches a section of the DenGasher from his belt—the sword blade. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it soaring into the air, a silver flash against the dull sky.
The crowd gasps, unsure what the young hero is planning.
He pulls the remaining three parts from his belt: the grip, the axe, and the gun. With practiced ease, he begins to assemble them. The grip forms the base, the axe acting as a counterweight, the gun's barrel is placed at the bottom. A strange, ungainly shape takes form in his hands.
Muscular roars, closing the distance, his fist aimed at the boy's head. Ryutaros has no time to finish the assembly. His feet move as if on their own, his body propelled by an invisible force. He leaps towards the behemoth.
[FWUMP!]
Using Muscular's massive form as a springboard, Ryutaros jumps, his armored boots landing squarely on the villain's back. He uses the upward momentum to propel himself even higher.
From his vantage point, he finishes the weapon. The crowd roars as the last piece, the sword blade, snaps into place. The pieces merge together in a flash of energy to create the DenGasher in Gun Mode.
[KACHUNK!]
He lands gracefully, the DenGasher Gun Mode held firmly in his hands. He aims, and without hesitation, pulls the trigger.
[PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!]
A barrage of purple energy bullets erupts from the DenGasher. Each shot is precise, calculated. They streak towards Muscular, piercing his augmented muscles.
[THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!]
Muscular roars in pain, each impact sending tremors through his body. The bullets burrow deep, disrupting his muscle fibers, disrupting his control. His movements become sluggish, his attacks losing their power.
"What…is this?" he gasps, clutching his arm.
Ryutaros lands lightly on the street, and the sounds of his footsteps fill the area. Ryutaros doesn't stop firing. He unleashes another volley, each shot finding its mark.
[PAP! PAP! PAP!]
The villain stumbles, his strength failing. He has never experienced anything like this, an attack that could bypass his defenses, an opponent who could dance around his might.
"You think you've won, kid?" Muscular bellows, his voice thick with fury. His body trembles with effort, fighting to regain control. "You think those little peashooters can stop me? You're going to pay!"
With a surge of adrenaline, Muscular forces his body to move. He charges forward, a human battering ram fueled by rage. He will crush this impudent child. He will show him what real power looks like.
But Ryutaros is ready. He knows brute strength is his opponent's only play. He's too fast, too unpredictable to be caught by a clumsy oaf. As Muscular barrels towards him, Den-O leaps.
[WHOOSH!]
He soars over the villain's head, a purple meteor against the azure sky. As he hangs mid-air, he twists, aiming the DenGasher.
[PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!]
Another relentless hail of energy bursts from the weapon, blanketing Muscular's back and shoulders. Each impact tears at the weakened muscle fibers, adding to the existing pain, further eroding his control.
But Ryutaros doesn't stop there. With a final adjustment, he focuses his aim. His target is clear: Muscular's head, the one vulnerable spot amidst all that augmented power.
[PAP!]
A single shot rings out, louder, more focused than the rest. It streaks through the air, a laser beam of concentrated energy.
[THWACK!]
The bullet finds its mark, piercing flesh and bone. Muscular roars, a primal scream of agony. He clutches at his face, stumbling. The energy blast has struck him squarely in his left eye.
The world seemed to blur around Muscular, the pain searing through his skull, a white-hot agony that threatened to consume him. His roar tapered off into a whimper, his hand trembling as he clutched the ruined eye.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
His voice cracks, strained. The sound reverberates throughout the street.
Ryutaros watched Muscular with detached amusement, the gun still smoking in his hand. He cocks his head to the side, checking the fallen villain over.
"About time I finished this,"
The purple-clad Rider readies his finisher. He holds the DenGasher Gun Mode high. With a flick of his wrist, Ace swipes the Rider Pass across the Den-O Belt.
[FULL CHARGE!]
The belt crackles to life, a surge of electrical power coursing through the armor. Tendrils of purple energy spider-web from the belt to the DenGasher. Power flowing through his armor. The circular orbs on Den-O's chest plate glow brighter. The power surges to the barrel of the DenGasher Gun Mode. The two orbs now link up to the gun, supplying the finisher with more power.
Ryutaros, now a blur of focused intensity, aims the gun directly at Muscular's chest, and the purple energy intensifies.
"This is the end, okay?" Ryutaros says, his tone devoid of all playfulness.
Time seemed to slow, the air thick with anticipation. Muscular, despite his rage, felt a cold tendril of dread snake around his heart. He looks into Den-O's eyes, seeing nothing but death staring right back at him. This power is too much for him. He feels the end drawing near.
With a final, silent breath, Ryutaros pulls the trigger.
[BOOM!]
A sphere of violet energy erupts from the barrel, a concentrated burst of power unlike anything seen before. The sphere hurtles through the air, a miniature sun of destruction. It hits Muscular squarely in the chest.
[KRA-KOOM!]
The impact is cataclysmic. The crowd is blinded by a flash of purple light, the air compressed into a shockwave. A deafening roar, the sound of muscle tearing and bone breaking. The blast is so powerful, it creates a small crater in the street.
When the light fades, the scene is unrecognizable. Muscular is gone.
[Silence.]
Where once stood a towering figure of augmented muscle now lay a charred, naked form. Patches of burnt skin. The twisted mockery of a physique that was once Muscular is now all that is left of him. The energy surge completely obliterated all traces of the flesh surrounding his body, the source of his power. He barely breathes.
The augmented muscle has been utterly annihilated, leaving only the original, unimpressive form. The naked villain looks so vulnerable. A testament to the overwhelming force unleashed by the young Rider.
