[Verde Survive]

For those of you who don't know what I'm doing with this, look up Amalgam Comics. I'm doing what they did, but with toku. Elements from the first episode of Ryukendo and the first two of Ryuki are brought together to create a story like you'll never see again. Be ready for...Ryukindo.

Madan Rider Ryukindo
Episode 1: This is the Secret Birth of a Hero!
(これが誕生秘話のヒーローだ! Korega Tanjo Hiwa no Hiro da!)

Shinji Narukami had heard things about the town of Akebono. Weird things. People had been vanishing into mirrors every day, and no one knew what happened to them. Shinji, however, was an investigative journalist, and a mystery like this intrigued him to no end. His brown-black hair, which went down to his shoulders, blew in the wind that his blue jacket was shielding him from. He was riding on a red-and-blue bike towards Akebono. A kappa statue, its head bowl filled to the brim with water, was on the dirt path he was riding his motorbike now. Shinji stopped to admire it, and continued on. He didn't notice a small wisp of purplish-blue energy coming from the head of the kappa. A voice rippled through the waves. “Minus Energy…”

A full SWAT team, shields up, was assembled at the front of Akebono. The chief of police had decided that it was absolutely necessary to guard the town from any demons that might appear out of the mirrors, and this SWAT team was just the way to do it. They saw a shadowy figure coming in over the horizon, and immediately prepared. Members of the advance guard conversed among themselves in nervous fear.

“It’s a demon!”
“Cover any mirrors in the vicinity!”
“Where’d it escape from?”
“Why did I need glasses?”
“He could be in your contacts too.”
“Get them out of my eyes, then!”
“I’m not doing that for you!”
“If you care about Akebono, you will!”

The two continued arguing, but the watchman, looking through his binoculars, saw the figure nearing close. “Men, ready your guns!” The guns were readied, and all turned in the direction….of Shinji, riding up on his motorcycle. He screeched the bike to a stop, leaving a skid mark on the street. Shinji Narukami leapt off his bike, removed his helmet, and pointed to the cops in disdain and confusion.

“What is the meaning of this?” He produced his press pass. “I’m a respected journalist. I was asked by the SHORE Journal’s head, Daisuke Amachi, to come here and work for him. Is this not enough for you?”

“Daisuke Amachi?” questioned the head chief, “He’s a good name. You can pass, kid.” The SWAT team parted as Shinji leapt back on his motorcycle and drove through the crowd. The SWATs resumed their position and waited. They saw something else hovering over the horizon. The chief had his doubts.

“It could just be another one of those ‘humans’,” joked the chief, “Drop your guns.” It was only one man, he was right about that. He had materialized out of the nearby mirrored billboard in the city, and was riding across the sky in a strange sort of vehicle. Behind him was a fleet of dark purple, one-eyed creatures with reflective bodies. They had mirrored panels on their chest, hands and legs. The vehicle screeched to a halt in midair, skidmarks of flame burning in the sky. The Tsukagami were unaffected by the flames.

The vehicle, which resembled a sleek, mirrored tank, complete with treads, called a Jamirrorcar, opened up to reveal the most hideous man that the Akebono police force had ever seen. His face was pale, whiter than white, and a thorny appendage, like a pair of horns, extended from his head. His eyes were a beady yellow, and he was dressed in a slick outfit. A robe, open at the front, covered a white T-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Boots were on his feet, and an odd belt was strapped around his waist. He had a magic wand in his hand and spoke to the crowd of policemen in a booming voice.

“Greetings, incompetent police of Akebono! I am Dr. Worm Kanzaki! We, the Mirror Monsters, the JAMANGA!” he pronounced the word “Jamanga” even more exaggerated than the rest of his speech, “Day by day, my legions are gathering that precious power source, MINUS ENERGY, for us Jamanga! When the day comes, you will learn to fear our name! For now, you will only FEAR. Tsukagami, attack!”

Dr. Worm Kanzaki leapt into his Jamirrorcar and vanished back through the billboard, sending down the mirrored soldiers to attack. People, the police first, fled in terror. Stores were ransacked, a puppy was thrown across the block and saved by Shinji in a sudden move of agility, and general destruction was ablaze. Then, just as Shinji took cover underneath a storefront, he could hear something whirring in the distance. There was a masked figure riding up.

His motorcycle looked like a wolf, except its ears were like that of a bat. A pair of bat-like wings was folded over the side of the bike. It was a black-and-silver vehicle, trimmed with red. The same could be said of the person riding it. He had a black undersuit and a chest shield like a knight’s with a silver crystal on it. His helmet had a silver, bat-like grill in the style of knight’s own, but it was black for the most part. Silver bat designs were on his arms and feet. The accents of his suits were red, and in his hand was something unlike Shinji had ever seen.

It was a black gun with a silver wolf-eared bat at the top of it, near the back. The grip of the gun was wider than usual, as if to let cards slide through it. “What do you think, Kouru?” Shinji jumped where he stood when the bat-wolf’s eyes lit up a bright blue and his voice echoed out. It was a confident, powerful voice, with just a hint of a British accent to it.

“It’s a whole army of Tsukagami,” Kouru said, “Precise battle tactics recommended. Bring out the Buster Sword.”
“Sword Vent!” GunKnight, for that’s what this masked hero was called, reached into his belt buckle, which bore a stylized golden version of the bat-wolf on it. The belt buckle was revealed to actually be a card deck, “Slide In!” He had put a card bearing the design of a sword into the Gun Visor.
“Buster Sword,” Kouru’s voice echoed.
“I summon you, Buster Sword!” GunKnight called.

GunKnight held his hand to the sky and tucked his Gun Visor around his waist in its buckle. A blade, the guard shaped like a bat’s wings, descended into his hand. Symbols in an ancient language were written along the blade in red, and the grip and guard were black-and-silver. It looked like a knight’s lance if anything. GunKnight charged into battle.

The Buster Sword was swung at five of the Tsukagami, defeating them in an instant as they broke away into several glowing fragments of glass. GunKnight spun around in a circle as a group of Tsukagami converged around him, sending them into a world of hurt as well. He pulled back out the Gun Visor and shot a grunt that was trying to chew on a woman’s head, and reached for his Madan Card Holder once again. This time, he took out a card that looked as though the front of it was glass that had been shot by a bullet.

“Shot Vent!” he slid it into the card slot, “Slide In!”
“Sonic Shot,” the bat-wolf spoke.
“Sonic Shot, fire!” A barrage of sonic energy bursts shot out of the Gun Visor and finished off the Tsukagami in the area. All that remained was a trio of them on the street. GunKnight turned to his bike and snapped his fingers. “Animal Mode,” he said. The bike’s wheels vanished in a burst of energy and stood upright; it resembled something of a winged werewolf.

“Final Vent!” a card with the symbol on his belt was Slid In, like the others he had used.
“Final Crush,” Kouru spoke.
Batwolf, Kouru’s physical form, contained in the motorcycle, stood upward on its hind legs as GunKnight bounced off its arms into the air. A pair of bat-wings spread from GunKnight’s back as he sounded off a battle cry to the Tsukagami below.

“Rider!” His visor flashed a purple color.
“Monster!” Batwolf let out a roar.
“Madan Visor!” Kouru’s eyes flashed on the weapon.
“Three powers have now become one!” He said calmly, “Trinity!” GunKnight swept down to Earth as his wings wrapped around his body, turning him into a dive-bombing missile. “Flying Death!”

Blackish energy gathered at the twin barrels of the Gun Visor and fired a grayish-indigo, spiraling tornado that screeched like a bat. GunKnight extended his wings and landed on the ground. Batwolf returned to his motorcycle form and GunKnight’s wings vanished. He walked over to Shinji, who had since set the puppy down and been watching in amazement. “You see that, kid?” He said, “That’s why you don’t use crude tactics. If you do, you’re not going to win.”

GunKnight climbed on his motorcycle and rode off. Shinji was left wondering who that man was. As he walked around the town in a daze, wanting to meet people, he kept hearing them talk about SHORE. “What kind of paper did I sign up for?”