Okay, from the few chapters I posted. I asked if his harem member should have a Henshin and some of you don't like the idea so I'll not give them any.
I'm still unsure what direction this fic should go as I write things as it goes.
If you have any suggestions feel free to tell me.
Anyway, enjoy. Toodaloo bitches.
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[ Introduction Arc ]
Location: Gotham City
Time: 11:30 AM, Monday
Date: March 18, 20xx
Tendo stood up as he recovered from the Demons attack using an Ability similar to Clock Up.
It technically doesn't increase the speed of its user, rather it slows down time from their perspective. This is done through compression of the tachyon particles that are circulating around them.
However in return, the particle compression puts an immense amount of strain onto the user's bodies, which the Zecter will detect and remove them from Clock Up, in a process hence known as Clock Over.
The demon stopped their clock up as they seemed unable to use it again for a short duration.
"Cast off,"
Tendo grabbed the slightly raised horn of the beetle at his waist and pulled it sharply all the way to the right
[ "CAST OFF!" ]
The beetle announced in a cold, robotic voice.
In an instant, his armor exploded sending it owards the demon who caused them to stagger a bit as Tendo changed form.
[ "CHANGE BEETLE!" ]
The transformation was complete.
"Clock Up," he said quietly while slapping his right hand on a square pad on the right side of his belt.
[ "CLOCK UP!" ]
After the robotic beetle's announcement echoed through the street, the world itself stuttered—as if time had been grabbed by the throat.
The demons froze mid-motion. Snarls were locked on their faces, claws suspended inches from the air, embers and dust hanging unnaturally still.
Only Tendo moved.
In an instant, he vanished from his position.
A thunderous impact erupted behind one demon as Tendo reappeared, his fist already buried in its torso. The shockwave detonated outward like a cannon blast, shattering nearby windows and sending ripples through the asphalt.
Before the demon could even register pain, Tendo was gone again.
He appeared above another, delivering a ruthless downward kick that smashed it into the ground. The street cratered beneath the impact, debris launching skyward as the demon convulsed.
Tendo flowed from strike to strike with effortless precision—a palm thrust that snapped a demon's neck sideways,a spinning backhand that sent another skidding across the pavement, an elbow strike so fast it created a sonic crack.
The frozen world began to crack.
[ "Clock Over!" ]
Time resumed in violent bursts as the demons were launched in different directions almost simultaneously, their bodies torn apart by invisible forces they hadn't even seen coming. Explosions of energy followed each hit, echoing like artillery fire down the empty street.
Tendo landed lightly, coat settling around him as if nothing had happened.
"Too slow," he said calmly.
Only then did he raise his arm.
With a mechanical snap, the Kunai Gun materialized in his hand. He gripped the handle, and with a smooth, practiced motion, separated the Kabuto Axe from it.
The demons lunged again—this time together.
Tendo stepped forward.
Steel flashed.
He carved through the first demon in a single diagonal slash, the axe cleaving straight through its core as black flames erupted from the wound. Without stopping, he grip his weapon tightly and spun, the blade tracing a glowing arc that severed another demon clean in half.
A third demon attacked from behind—Tendo didn't even turn. He fired the Kunai Gun point-blank, the blast ripping straight through its skull and detonating it from the inside.
He dashed forward, axe in hand, becoming a red-and-black blur as he hacked and slashed through the remaining demons, each strike precise and devastating. Bodies were flung into walls, embedded into cars, or simply torn apart mid-motion.
Explosions rang out one after another, stacking atop each other until the street looked like a battlefield.
When it was over, smoke and embers filled the air.
Tendo stood alone in the center of the destruction, axe resting on his shoulder as the last remnants of demonic energy dissipated.
"…Next." he said, voice steady and unimpressed.
The remaining demons roared and charged as one, their claws scraping against the asphalt as they closed the distance. Tendo raised the Kunai Gun and fired without hesitation.
Bang—Bang—Bang!
Energy rounds tore through the air and slammed into the demons' bodies. Sparks and bursts of dark flame erupted on impact—but to Tendo's mild irritation, they barely staggered.
The demons laughed, their wounds knitting together almost instantly as the bullets failed to pierce deep enough.
"…So that's how you want to play it," Tendo muttered.
With a sharp, mechanical click, he pulled the handle of the Kunai free from within the Kunai Gun. The weapon reconfigured in his hands—the barrel retracting as the Kunai fully revealed itself, its blade gleaming with lethal intent.
In the next heartbeat, Tendo vanished.
The air split with a sonic boom as he speedblitzed through the demons.
One moment they were advancing—
the next, Tendo passed straight through them.
A demon froze mid-roar before a crimson line appeared across its torso. A fraction of a second later, its body split apart, collapsing in a burst of black energy.
Tendo reappeared behind another demon, blade already in motion. A single horizontal slash decapitated it, the head disintegrating before it even hit the ground.
He didn't stop moving.
He weaved between claws and fangs with casual steps, each motion economical and devastating—a thrust through a demon's core, a reverse slash that severed limbs, a blur of steel that left nothing but afterimages and destruction.
To the demons, it felt like death came from every direction at once.
One by one, they fell—sliced apart, erased, annihilated before they could even scream.
When the last demon collapsed into ash, silence reclaimed the street.
Tendo slowed to a stop, standing amid scorched pavement and dissipating smoke. Dark embers drifted around him like falling snow as he lowered the blade, armor gleaming under the broken streetlights.
He stood there, unmoving—bathed in his victory—as if this outcome had never been in doubt.
One last demon staggered forward, its body barely holding together as black ichor dripped onto the ruined street.
Tendo remained where he stood, calm and unmoving.
His right thumb pressed down on the top side of the Kabuto Zecter.
Click.
"ONE!"
A sharp mechanical tone echoed as energy began to circulate through his armor, faint lines pulsing along the edges.
Another button.
"TWO!"
The ground beneath his boots cracked as power gathered, the air around him distorting like heat haze.
A third press.
"THREE!"
The demon let out a furious growl as it forced itself upright, eyes blazing with hatred. With a guttural roar, it charged—claws digging into the pavement as it sprinted toward Tendo at full speed.
Still, Tendo did not move.
One of the nearby officers, bruised and bleeding, pushed himself up against a patrol car and shouted in panic.
"Move!"
The cop broke into a run, intending to shove the strange armored man out of the way before impact—
—but then he heard Tendo speak, his voice quiet, steady, almost bored.
"Rider Kick."
Everyone heard it.
The officers froze, confusion flashing across their faces as they stared at Tendo, trying to understand what he meant.
Tendo reached up, grasped the horn of the beetle, and pulled it back to its starting position. The center of the Zecter snapped shut with a heavy mechanical clang.
Then—he reopened it, sliding the beetle back into place on the opposite side in one smooth, practiced motion.
The air itself seemed to hold its breath.
[ "RIDER KICK!" ]
The mechanical beetle announced as raw energy erupted from the Rider Belt, surging upward in a blazing current. It raced along Tendo's armor, climbing to the horn attached to his helmet—only to reverse direction in an instant, cascading back down his body in a controlled torrent.
The power funneled sharply to the right side of his body, concentrating into his leg. Crimson and gold sparks danced violently around his boot, the air screaming as pressure built to its limit.
At the very last moment, Tendo pivoted.
His body twisted smoothly, flawlessly—and he unleashed a roundhouse kick with his right leg.
The empowered strike connected squarely with the demon's head.
There was no resistance.
The instant his heel struck, the demon detonated, erupting into a violent burst of blue flames, its form disintegrating into ash and embers that scattered across the street like dying sparks.
Silence followed.
The wind carried away the last traces of demonic residue as Tendo straightened, calmly lowering his leg as if he had done nothing more than take a step.
Then he heard footsteps.
Tendo turned his head slightly and saw several Gotham police officers approaching him, weapons still raised but hands trembling—caught between fear, awe, and disbelief.
Kabuto stood there beneath the sun, smoke curling around his armor.
"Thank you for helping us back there," one of the officers said, lowering his weapon fully. There was relief in his voice, mixed with disbelief. "You saved a lot of lives today."
Tendo paused, glancing over his shoulder.
"…Of course I did," he replied calmly. "That outcome was inevitable."
A few of the officers exchanged looks before another one let out a short, shaky laugh.
"No—seriously. You saved our butts. If you hadn't shown up, we'd be body bags right now."
Tendo turned fully to face them. Though his armor hid his expression, his posture alone radiated confidence—almost arrogance—but there was no malice in it.
"Then remember this," he said evenly. "You did well holding the line. Survive long enough, and help will always arrive."
The officers stiffened slightly at his words, unsure whether they'd just been praised or lectured.
Kabuto then turned away, already walking off as if the matter were finished.
"Wait!" one of them called out quickly. "At least tell us your name!"
Tendo stopped.
For a moment, the night air seemed to still. He thought of the restaurant, of Raven waiting, of the old man who had spoken his name so naturally. Then he tilted his head slightly.
"…Kabuto," he said.
He glanced back just enough for the streetlight to catch the gleam of his helmet.
"Kamen Rider Kabuto. The man who walks the path of heaven."
Before the officers could respond, Tendo raised his hand and slammed it down onto the silver pad of his belt.
"Clock Up." He said.
["CLOCK UP!"]
The mechanical beetle's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. Instantly, the world fractured into slow motion. Sparks hung in the air, shattered asphalt froze mid-crack, and the police and lingering debris seemed suspended in time.
Kabuto vanished—a blur of red and black leaving nothing but the faint echo of displaced air and stunned silence behind.
["CLOCK OVER!"]
The mechanical announcement signaled the end of the temporal distortion. Time snapped back into its natural rhythm. Tendo's hands moved casually to the Kabuto Zecter, pulling it from the belt. The armor around his body shimmered briefly before dissipating into faint particles, leaving him in his regular clothes once again.
The beetle lifted gently from his belt, hovering in the air. A small, glowing portal opened before it, rippling like liquid glass. Without hesitation, the beetle shot straight through the portal, which closed instantly behind it, leaving no trace.
Tendo adjusted his jacket with a faint smirk. His red scarf fluttered in the wind as he calmly walked down the alleyway, hands in his pockets.
The street was quiet once more—his work done, and the police left staring after him, wondering if what they'd just witnessed had been real.