A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Vol 2 Ch 76

The air in the dingy bar in Kamino district hung thick with stale cigarette smoke and unspoken tension. Faint neon signs cast long shadows a

The air in the dingy bar in Kamino district hung thick with stale cigarette smoke and unspoken tension. Faint neon signs cast long shadows across the grimy floor. A bank of flickering screens lined the wall, each displaying a different news channel rehashing the same story: Kamen Rider, the monsters, and the chaos sweeping Musutafu. Kurogiri stood silently behind the counter, polishing a glass with his misty hand.

Tomura Shigaraki sat hunched at a table, scratching his neck with manic intensity. Flakes of dry skin drifted down like morbid confetti. "They can't stop talking about it, can they?" he snarled, his voice raspy. "That damn Kamen Rider, and those... things! Every channel, it's the same thing."

Always the same thing, Tomura thought. The hero society, All Might, the damn students at U.A. Now this... Kamen Rider? He balled a fist on the table, nails digging into his decaying skin. He's supposed to be the symbol of fear, not some upstart vigilante in flashy armor.

He's the one who wants to destroy it all. The entire world. But how could he do that, if no one is even paying attention?

He can't even reach master. He has been trying to contact All For One for days now. The silence feels wrong, like a broken promise. Kurogiri says they need to be patient, to wait for the perfect opportunity. But Tomura is tired of waiting. Tired of being in the shadows.

"Master knows best," Kurogiri said, his voice a low rumble. "We must trust his plan. Everything takes time. We must just let Kamen Rider dig his own grave."

Tomura slammed his fist on the table, sending a glass skittering to the edge. "Time?! I don't have time! I want to do something now! To show them all!"

"There is no way that he will take my stage."

The bar's battered door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the streetlight. Crimson armor, etched with black veins, filled the doorway. It was Bujin Gaim. The warrior surveyed the room with an imperious gaze, as if judging its worth.

Tomura’s head snapped up, hands twitching. “Who the hell are you?” he spat, suspicion lacing every syllable. “Another reject trying to muscle in on my territory?”

Bujin Gaim strode forward, his armored boots echoing on the floor. “Territory? Child, you mistake a sandbox for an empire. I am Bujin Gaim, and I claim dominion over all.”

“Dominion?” Tomura sneered, rising to his feet. “You think you can just waltz in here and take what’s mine? I decide who rules! Not some… cosplayer!”

"Cosplayer?" A dark chuckle emanated from behind the helmet. "I orchestrated the chaos at U.A. The monsters? My handiwork. The Inves were there to distract from a much bigger move. What was your contribution?"

The revelation hung heavy in the air, even Kurogiri paused in his cleaning. Tomura lunged forward, decay threatening to erupt from his fingertips.

“You dare interfere with my plans?!”

Bujin Gaim didn't even flinch. A Lockseed appeared in his hand, pulsating with dark energy. "All For One thought he could control me. That he could stand in the way of Heaven's will. He was wrong." He displayed the Lockseed. The emblem on its surface, twisted and warped, was unmistakably that of All For One.

Tomura's eyes widened. The master? Defeated? It was impossible. All For One was untouchable. Was?

Tomura moved before he could think, hands outstretched. “That’s a lie!”

Bujin Gaim flicked his wrist, knocking Tomura aside like a ragdoll. The villain slammed into a table. Kurogiri moved to intercept, but Bujin Gaim stopped him with a gesture. “Stand down. This is between us.”

Tomura scrambled to his feet, a burning rage eclipsing his fear. "I'll show you," he snarled, extending a hand toward the armored figure. His quirk—Decay—should turn anything he touched to dust. "You'll regret messing with me!"

Another Lockseed appeared in Bujin Gaim's hand, this one blank, pristine. He clicked it open. The sound echoed through the bar. He aimed the Lockseed toward Tomura, a low hum building in the air. "This one," Bujin Gaim said, "is for you." A beam of crimson light shot out, enveloping Tomura.

Panic seized him. He willed his Quirk to activate, but nothing happened. What the hell? Tomura staggered forward, desperation overriding caution. He needed to touch this interloper, to erase him from existence. His fingers grazed the armor. Nothing. The decay didn't spread, didn't even register. It was like touching reinforced steel.

"What...?" Tomura choked out, staring at his hand, then back at the emotionless visor of Bujin Gaim. He was losing his control, the world spinning around him.

"Surprised?" Bujin Gaim said, his voice tinged with amusement. "I didn't need All For One's Quirk for this." He held up the now-glowing Lockseed. "Your power, your Decay… it's all inside here now. Another tool for my ascent."

"Give it back!" Tomura shrieked, the demand raw, guttural. His voice was a venomous hiss. He lunged again, the pathetic gesture of a cornered animal. He felt a cold void where his power had been. An intolerable itch now consumed him.

Bujin Gaim watched him with detached interest, the crimson light from his armor reflecting in Tomura’s wide, desperate eyes. "I have a proposal," he announced, his tone smooth, unhurried. "Join me. Place the League under my command. In return, you will have everything you desire."

"Command?" Tomura spat, the word a foul taste in his mouth. "I don't take orders!" His pride, wounded and battered, still clung to the surface. He was the one meant to lead, to dominate. The very idea of subservience ignited his fury.

Bujin Gaim’s stance shifted, a subtle display of restrained might. “You are in no position to refuse," he stated flatly. "I have taken what you thought made you strong. I can crush you, snuff you out like a candle. But you have potential, a certain… flair for destruction. I could use that."

Tomura hesitated, his rage warring with a primal fear. The power radiating from this armored figure was undeniable. He was a force of nature, an apex predator. He loathed the idea of kneeling, of surrendering his autonomy, but the alternative was oblivion. The very idea that he would lose everything that he had worked so hard for consumed him.

Bujin Gaim pressed his advantage, his voice taking on a persuasive edge. "With my strength, your League will be unstoppable. The hero society will crumble before us. You will have the freedom to destroy, to reshape this world in your image." He paused, letting the words sink in. “Think of the chaos we could unleash together."

The promise was intoxicating. Tomura’s mind reeled, the allure of absolute power a siren song. He could taste the destruction, feel the terror. But the image of All For One, twisted and helpless, burned in his mind. Is this what he wanted? Tomura had to be stronger.

Bujin Gaim saw the conflict raging within him. He held out his hand, a Lockseed resting in his palm. “Your Decay. Take it.”

Tomura stared at the offering, his breath catching in his throat. Hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold metal. A surge of energy coursed through him, familiar and exhilarating. The itch subsided, replaced by the satisfying thrum of power.

"Now," Bujin Gaim continued, producing a handful of other Lockseeds, each pulsating with strange energy. "These are for you. They will allow you to summon and control the Inves. Unleash them at will, sow chaos, and break the spirits of those who stand against us."

Tomura snatched the Lockseeds, examining them with morbid fascination. “And these… things? They’ll actually listen to me?” He was skeptical but a dark curiosity bloomed within him. He wanted to use them.

“They will obey,” Bujin Gaim said. “But do not underestimate the Kamen Rider. He is a loose end, a wild card. He is not to be taken lightly.”

Tomura bristled, his arrogance resurfacing. "Kamen Rider? What's he going to do? Stop me? I'll crush him, just like I will this whole stupid world."

Bujin Gaim turned, preparing to leave. “Arrogance is a weakness, Shigaraki. Remember that.” He paused at the door, his crimson silhouette framed against the dim light. “Our alliance is forged. Do not disappoint me.”

Kurogiri materialized beside Tomura. "As you wish," he rumbled. "Where to?"

Tomura clenched his fist, the Lockseeds digging into his palm. "Somewhere with a good view."

Kurogiri’s mist swirled, enveloping Tomura, and in an instant, they were gone. The next moment, Tomura stood on a rooftop overlooking Yokohama. The city sprawled beneath him, a tapestry of lights and shadows.

He smirked, a twisted expression of anticipation. The Lockseeds felt warm in his hand, a promise of destruction. "Let's get to work," he whispered.

He slammed the first Lockseed into existence. Then another. And another. Below, on the streets, the first Inves began to materialize, their grotesque forms materializing from thin air. The Nomu stirred, their grotesque forms a terrifying vanguard.

Screams erupted. Car alarms blared. The city spiraled into pandemonium, a symphony of chaos conducted by Tomura Shigaraki, now an instrument of Bujin Gaim's grand design. The darkness was spreading.