Ordinary people pose no threat to transformed knights.
Even if Jin stood still, surrounded by 600 of them, his armor wouldn't even get scratched.
He killed several enemies with one swing.
Crushing them was like stepping on ants.
If they scattered, he'd have to chase them all down, which was a waste of time.
So, Jin baited both sides into a massive gang war — one clean sweep to end the chaos in Blackpool Town.
"With Kazekage Mufasa's authorization, I sentence you to death!"
Jin declared, voice cold and commanding. Then, the massacre began.
But it didn't go exactly as planned.
Kuchiki, that weird bastard, was still spinning on the back of the Pegasus bike, clinging for dear life.
"Flower Release: Jungle Bloom!"
He weaved signs and launched his own unique ninjutsu.
From the corpses on the battlefield, flowers began to bloom.
These weren't normal flowers — they were born from human flesh and soaked in blood. They grew fast and wild like a cursed forest.
Petals opened in eerie silence.
Pale yellow pollen filled the air.
Too much.
Clouds of it.
The battlefield was swallowed.
The gangsters choked and collapsed, dying like they were drowning in their own lungs.
Jin walked out of the pollen fog, pissed.
His helmet's filter protected him, but still — Kuchiki totally stole his thunder.
He walked up and stared at him.
"You said flowers can't kill people."
Kuchiki, coughing and gagging, muttered, "Flowers can't… but pollen can."
"Damn it."
"Pegasus, give him ten more laps."
"NOOO—!"
The Pegasus motorcycle tore off, dragging Kuchiki along like a streamer.
Later, Jin gathered the townsfolk, including old man Joshiro the bartender.
"The Nakatanis and the Hyobas — all of them and their crew are done."
"From today on, no one will stop you from building a new life."
He handed over the gang's properties.
"Take this as travel expenses for your relocation."
"My supervisor already got the message. He'll send people to help you out."
Everyone, especially Joshiro, was overwhelmed with gratitude.
Joshiro asked, "Jin, who exactly are you?"
Jin answered calmly, "Sunagakure's 6th Division. Kamen Rider, Jin."
He hopped back on Pegasus, dragged a groaning Kuchiki behind him, and rode into the sunset.
A new story of the Kamen Rider was born.
Just another day's work for a Rider.
Across the world, other Riders were doing the same — bringing down scum, protecting the innocent.
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*Sunagakure. Kazekage's Office.*
Suzy walked in, dragging a half-conscious Kuchiki with her.
Kazekage Mufasa looked him up and down.
Dark skin. Weird vibe.
Definitely sus.
Mufasa might be powerful, but he wasn't careless.
Kuchiki — brought back by Jin — was a ninja with no background.
Too many red flags.
His weird abilities, the voices in his head, that bizarre story he told... It all made Mufasa wary.
Kuchiki had already KO'd an Anbu agent his first night in the village.
He was immediately sent to the research facility.
Hiruko ran the analysis.
"Physically human… internally, yeah, still human…"
"But none of his biometric data checks out."
"His cells are weird — plant-like spores mixed with animal traits."
Orochimaru slithered in, curiosity piqued.
"Hmm. This is… interesting."
He'd seen similar stuff before. Dark experiments.
Mufasa studied Kuchiki on the table.
A theory clicked in his head.
Zetsu.
Maybe even a descendant of Black Zetsu.
"What's he doing here…?"
Hiruko offered, "Should I dispose of him?"
Mufasa shut him down hard.
"Dispose of what? This is a gift from the gods."
"If he's connected to Black Zetsu, there's potential inside. Maybe interstitial cells. Amazing research material."
Who was Black Zetsu? An entity born from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki herself.
This could open new paths.
With Kimimaro's bones and now possibly Kaguya's cells, maybe even her kimono's secrets could be cracked.
Science would reveal everything.
"Keep him. He's going to help us research."
Mufasa turned to Hiruko.
"By the way, how's the bloodline fusion project going?"
Hiruko: "Just started. Not enough samples."
Mufasa: "Don't worry. More are coming."
"Do it well," he added. "We're going to crack immortality."
Hiruko bowed. "Serving the cause, my lord."
Mufasa smirked.
Kid's too focused on just fusing bloodlines.
Doesn't even understand the real science.
Like someone who knows how to use a computer, but not how to build one.
He'd fix that.
"Also, make yourself look normal. No more horror movie vibes. You're freaking people out."
Hiruko: "Yes, Lord Kazekage."
...
Kuchiki knew it the moment he laid eyes on Mufasa.
The voice in his head—the strange one, the one that called itself "Kaguya's Will"—finally shut up.
No more whispering. No more nagging. Just silence.
Kuchiki straightened and saluted. "Kazekage Mufasa."
Mufasa smiled, his voice calm and steady. "I heard you were looking for me. What's the matter?"
Kuchiki scratched his head. "Honestly, I don't really know. The voice in my head told me to come to you. But what to do after finding you? No idea."
Mufasa raised a brow. 'So Black Zetsu wanted this? But Kuchiki's body had been thoroughly examined.'
No spores, no parasite tricks. Nothing from Black Zetsu. Just a human… on the surface.
Maybe it really was just a gift.
Poisoned or not, Mufasa grinned. "Well, you found me. What's next?"
"Nothing. Got no plans," Kuchiki replied with a deadpan stare.
Mufasa laughed softly. "You're one of those free spirits, huh?"
Kuchiki shrugged. "Guess so."
"Alright," Mufasa said. "Let me find something for you. You're officially working at the Sand Research Institute."
"Research?"
"Not doing it. You are the research."
Kuchiki blinked. "Can I slack off and chill?"
"Totally."
"I'm in."
And that was it. Kuchiki followed a staff member out to get registered like it was just another lazy Tuesday.
Later that night, an Anbu officer slipped into Mufasa's office.
"My lord, urgent intel from Kirigakure."
He passed Mufasa a small note. One look and Mufasa nodded.
"Mei… and our secret signal. Looks like I'm headed for the sea."
He summoned the main leadership of Sand Village.
"Urgent request from Mist. I'll be heading out."
Gaara stepped forward. "Sensei, shall we prepare an escort?"
Mufasa shook his head. "No need. This time, I'm going low-key."
"Alone?"
"Not a chance. That'd be boring."
He leaned back in his chair, eyes sparkling.
"The ocean breeze… sunshine, beaches, beautiful people… bikinis. This is going to be a mission to remember."
He grinned. "We're forming a tour group. The name? Tekkadan. I'm the leader—Scar."
Gaara, Sasuke, and even Sasori bowed.
"We'll hold things down here, Captain."
Mufasa was already mentally on a beach.
Maybe he should build an AI to handle paperwork.
But then again… Skynet? Ultron? Better be careful.
He handpicked his squad:
Kaidou Shun: quiet guy, survivor of the old Bloody Mist. Now with Sand.
Rhodes: former Jonin, went AWOL after Mufasa took over. Now dragged back.
Gojo: over-energetic, self-declared everyone's friend. Way too nosy.
Tabby: lost her arm, replaced it with a mechanical one. Ice-cold stare.
Violet: prototype symbiont from the research lab. Young but scary smart.
Mufasa dyed his hair golden blonde, bronzed his skin, threw on a floral shirt, beach shorts, flip-flops, and some funky shades.
He was ready. Even if the ocean wasn't.
In front of the Kazekage Building, he waved at the group.
"Hey hey, travelers!" he called. "I'm your tour captain—Scar! You can call me Captain."
The squad blinked.
Standing before them was a man who looked like a tourist from an anime beach episode.
Gojo frowned. "Uh… who?"
Mufasa floated over on wind chakra.
"Wrong! It's Captain! Say it with me—Captain!"
Violet squinted. "Wait… isn't that… Kazekage-sama?"
"Wrong again!" Mufasa yelled. "Captain!"
"…Captain."
"Good!" he grinned.
"You've all worked hard. The village is rewarding you with travel benefits!"
Rhodes looked at him sideways. 'I ditched my post for this…'
Shun was just scared.
But Mufasa wasn't done.
"Alright, lose the ninja gear. You're not bringing kunai to the beach!"
"Come on," he said. "We're going shopping."
And so, the Tekkadan Travel Group began its journey.
Mission? Classified.
But it started with flip-flops and sunblock.