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Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2

You know, he wonders how much budget this school really has to make hallways that were more than two times his height, and he was standing at a good 179 centimetres too. Scratching the back of his neck, he wondered if this was the right decision to even make…

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"You want me to what?"

Tsukasa stared at the ROB who shrugged, tapping away on his controller.

"Tl gl FZ, nzpv hlnv mvd uirvmwh, nzbyv vevm tvg z triouirvmw."

Go to UA? That's…

"I'm not type of person to be a hero though. And for the girlfriend part… I have it under control."

He ignored the eye-rolling of the ROB as he mashed the Smash Button, causing his character in the monitor to scream out a "Falcon Punch!". Sigh, virgin for 32 years, god that is sad.

"Kovzhv, blf wlm'g szev gl szev z svzig lu z svil, qfhg nzpv gsv nlmvb zmw vmqlb."

Fair enough, the heroes in this world do make a ton of money from advertising and merchandises alone… And money was nice too. Could fund his photography hobby… Hmmm… But the photographs that he takes already pays him really good.

He sold a recent one for about 14,000 Yen to some travel agency, it was his best one yet of his 4 years of this hobby, a nice Polaroid picture of the mountains from the hiking trail near Osaka, from his school trip. He was just that guy, even if the shot itself used some of his Rider Energy that he had, making the picture even more detailed and vibrant.

But still, it was just a hobby. He needed a good stream of money if he wanted to start his Get Rich plan to get rich.

"… Eh, sure, why not. I get to fight baddies with my Blackrose DecaDriver too."

That is such a good name.

"Gszg'h z dvriw mznv."

Hey, what's with that deadpanned look? The name fits the driver! Black, red, and green? Totally a black rose.

"Whatever, man, you just can't see my genius in action."

He saw Jeff rolled his eyes before briefly snapping his fingers. A second later, a file appeared in front of him. He'll read it later, time to Falcon Punch this Kirby from existence!

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So, yeah. Here he was in UA, embarrassingly lost. The security guard at the gate was real kind, giving him the directions to the testing area, but come on, be more specific, would you?

"Turn left, go straight, and then take another right"? What kind of instructions are these? Which left, there were so many hallways!

Oh, man, he was so going to be late to the practical test. And why were all these rooms empty?! He just needed directions…

"I see that you're lost!"

The sudden sound caused him to whip his body in that direction, his arms getting into a guard position as he analysed everything in a second.

A… bear? Mouse? Looks like both combined, and he was wearing a suit. An expensive one from the quality. The creature looked really familiar, where had he seen this little thing before? —

"Very fast reflexes, and you seem to have an analytic mind! A very rare trait for a 14-year-old! Usually children your age would bulldoze through their obstacles without analysing the situation! Though your awareness needs some work."

…OK, who the hell is this guy — animal — mascot? Eh, I'll call him a guy for now.

"Sorry, but you are?"

"Ah, my apologies! Ahem, am I a dog? Am I a bear? Am I a mouse? That's up to you, but I am Nezu! Your future principal of this school should you pass the Entrance Exam!"

Tsukasa's eyes widened as he bowed slightly.

"Crap, sorry for not recognizing you, sir."

"It's no problem, Mr. Tsukasa! No harm done! Now, shall we?"

He wanted him to follow? Alright then. He nodded as the principal started walking forward… Wait a second, how the hell did he know who he was? Wait, dumb question, he's the principal, he must have read his file or something.

"I do admit that the hallways are quite confusing, so when you start your classes, I do recommend saving the map that you will receive in your email!"

"Sir, you're saying as if I've passed the exam already."

Nezu tilted his head.

"And why not? Your written test has been excellent, especially your English essay on "The Modern Heroes". Very interesting take, Mr. Tsukasa."

Ah, that essay. To be honest, he eye-balled it with his own opinion that Heroes need the motivation since humans were greedy people. Altruistic people were one of millions.

He was greedy too, he wants money, he wants to enjoy being a Kamen Rider, and he wants to travel the world for his photography. It was a win-win-win, with saving and helping people as a bonus for the job.

"Thank you, I had to erase a few paragraphs to make it… family-friendly."

"No doubt, and for how I think about your examination… You will no doubt pass the practical exam with flying colours, especially with that "quirk" of yours."

… Was it just him, or did the principal just deepen his voice when he said the word "quirk"?

"Oh, thank you, sir."

"It is a simple fact, Mr. Tsukasa. Ah, here we go!"

In front of them both was a large red door with the words "Practical Exam Hall!" stamped on very crudely with those alphabet-shaped balloons. Huh, guess the budget was real low. Nezu then gave him a card with his name, ID, and a single capital alphabet under Battle Centre. Turning to the principal he gave a slight bow.

"Thanks for the help, sir."

"Oh, it was nothing! Good luck in your exam, though I doubt you will need it!"

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By the time he entered the room, the person presenting the whole shtick already finished his speech as he told the hundreds of students in the room (Wow, there was a lot) to go to their respective Battle Centres, leading them to buses that will bring them there.

OK, info gathering time. How to get into this school?

Uh huh… Points… Robots… 0-Pointer robot? Hmm… They were going to fight robots? That's pretty cool. He'll have to adjust, then. Using his power, he brought out his Rider Booker. It had the same colour scheme as his Blackrose DecaDriver, mostly black with white and red accents.

What's different about this Rider Booker was that there was an extra slot behind the book where you can put a Weapon Card in while not in Decade. Depending on the card, it will transform into the respective Rider's special weapon, like Ryuki's SwordVent or Blade's, well, blade.

Hmm, long-ranged or close-ranged? Eh, he'll use his spin wheel later.

Why not transform, you may ask? It's a little overkill, don't you think? Besides, his body was fit due to him training his Kamen Rider forms, and he had some Rider Energy inside of him.

Rider Energy is the energy that the DecaDriver uses to transform into any Kamen Rider. Think of Rider Energy as electricity, and that the Driver is the application. Rider Cards are basically batteries that store Rider Energy.

Each time a card is used, like AttackRide or FormRide, Rider Energy is used from the buckle to replicate attacks or change forms. FinalAttackRide Cards use a shit-ton of Rider Energy, though, so no spamming it.

Ahem, so, if he uses Weapon Cards, he would have to use his own Rider Energy that he had, and since it was a fraction of what Rider Cards had, he had about 10 minutes before he drops to the ground.

Well, he could use the Rider Booker's normal Blaster Mode, but that's boring.

Reaching said Battle Centre, his was at "D", Tsukasa couldn't help but whistle at the size of the Battle Centre. It was a whole damn city, he took back everything he said about the budget, Nezu was swimming in government taxes.

Taking out his Polaroid camera in his pocket-dimension, he took some pictures with a low-angle to really emphasis on the size factor of the gates that separated them and the Battle Centre. Grabbing the photo, he hummed.

Damn, this picture is good. He wondered how much this would pay — 

"Excuse me! You are violating the terms and conditions of the school Entrance Exam!"

The sudden yelling voice behind him caused him to look back with an annoyed face. Just when he was satisfied with a nice picture in a while…

A boy with glasses that screamed tidiness glared at him (Glared at him! What did he even do?) as he did some chopping motions with his arms.

"Section B-12, anyone other than school students and staff members are not allowed to take any pictures of school grounds unless given permission to! Please remove the picture and hand it over to the overseer of the exam!"

Processing what the rude boy just said, Tsukasa snorted with disbelief before continuing to take pictures of the grounds, ignoring the boy who started shouting louder by the second. He could tell that the boy was itching to grab his camera, from the tensing of his fist to the boy language the guy was screaming.

The heck was this guy's problem anyways? He looked over at the overseer, the one who followed along in the bus. Their eyes met, and Tsukasa raised his camera to emphasise on it. The overseer didn't do anything, so taking pictures should be alright then.

The rambling stopped and silence returned. Fucking finally, the dude was yelling at the top of his lungs. He tilted his head, damn the glasses boy was now attacking another kid. Something about interfering with some girl.

How rude, maybe the kid was just helping the girl out.

The gates to the Battle Centre suddenly open wide, as Present Mic yells to start.

The man said start already, so Tsukasa instantly ran into the Battle Centre, dodging the surprised people who were standing still. Fools.

"What are you waiting for? The exam has already started! There's no countdown in missions, ya know?!"

The voice from the P.A. screamed, and just like that everyone else started running through the gates. The Entrance Exam is now at full swing.

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Chapter 3: CHAPTER 3

"Seriously, this place looks amazing."

Tsukasa mutters as he stood at the apex of the tallest building, looking down at the faux city with his camera on hand. Taking a few pictures with various filters, he looked at the billboard with a countdown plastered on the screen.

7 more minutes. Huh, he's been taking pictures for over 8 minutes now, oops.

Taking out his Rider Booker, he carefully placed his camera and pictures back in his pocket-dimension before opening it. Thinking hard about his choices, he willed the Weapon Card to the front of the card deck slot, and pulled the card out.

Flipping the card out of instinct, he pushes it into the slot behind the book.

[WeaponRide]

And pressed the button at the side.

[KUUGA - PEGASUS!]

The Rider Booker floated from his hand before shifting in size to become a bow gun with gold and green colours, and a lever on the butt of the gun.

This was the only gun weapon that he can use to reach far distances. The others were locked since the majority of them were from final forms that he can't access. His eyes scanned the area below before he aims the gun towards a robot with the number "1" painted on it.

He pulls the lever, causing the bow of the gun to fold closer to the barrel of the gun, before pulling the trigger, and in an instant the robot's chest disintegrates with a gaping hole before exploding in a pink blast. Perfect, one shot is enough to kill the robots with, time to start blasting.

Any robot with points were shot down with pinpoint accuracy, landing perfectly on the dot as he wasted the robots, racking up points that he kept track of in his head.

"24… 26… 27… Nice, 30…"

He did frown though, as he fired another shot to help one of the kids from getting slammed in the face with a metallic fist. There were people here that were doing really well, but for the rest… It's like they didn't train at all, keeling over in exhaustion, running away from the robots in fear, crying in pain…

Huh. Guess they didn't do any prep at all. Especially that green-haired kid that got blasted with verbal abuse by glasses kid. Dude hasn't even gotten a single point.

"32… 33… 34… 37… OK, this is getting really boring."

Maybe he should go down and get his hands dirty?

A sudden boom shook the ground beneath him, with him quickly balancing himself as he looked at the direction of the explosion. And holy shit, that was a big ass robot. He shamelessly took a picture of it before using the opportunity to blast more robots —

His senses picked up something. He looked over and cursed.

There was a kid trapped under the rubble, the same direction where the giant ass robot was heading to with its tank-like wheels. She was going to be flattened. He thought that surely no sane staff member would just leave a massive hunk of metal without any safety measures, but as the robot got closer and closer, his hopes died out.

Grabbing the Blackrose DecaDriver he was about to hop down from the rooftop when suddenly —

"SMAAAAAAAAAAASH!"

*BOOOOOOOOOM!*

HOLY SHIT! THE GREEN-HAIRED KID JUST DECIMATED THE ROBOT'S HEAD OFF! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Explosions erupted all over the 0-Pointer's body as it fell backwards to the ground, causing a mini-earthquake upon impact. Staring at the kid in the air, he couldn't help but chuckle at the explosive power that he had.

"God damn, I wish I had that on camera!"

And then he starts falling. Uh oh. Never mind, the girl that was under the rubble saved him. Phew, he was about to be tomato paste on the floor! Some kind of gravity-based Quirk.

The sirens blared in the P.A., signalling the end to the exam. He breathed out a sigh, not out of relief but out of boredom instead. That was boring as hell.

Deactivating the WeaponRide transformation, he kept the Rider Booker back into his pocket-dimension before heading to the stairs of the rooftop.

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Walking through the hallways of UA was tiring, not because he had to keep looking at the map for directions to his class, but its tiring because every damn hallway was the same. Seriously, Japan's school architecture was horrible, it's the same ever since Middle School, they were so complex, his mind just couldn't comprehend them.

He hoisted on his backpack's strap before continuing his search for class 1-A. God, he was so going to persuade Nezu for simpler architecture. The rat/dog/bear creature gave him a contact number for some reason after telling him that he got into 1-A via hologram. Ever since then, they've been talking about stuff, like tea and violence.

Mmm, tea. He could use a nice cuppa right now. Violence too. But he was so late, it was almost first period by now.

Oh, thank Jeff, he finally made it. The doors to the classroom were HUGE. Double his size! He was about to open it… When he realized that there wasn't any handles. How the hell…?

"Put your hand on the pad, it will scan your handprint."

Panicking at the sudden voice, he swung his elbow towards the direction… Only to miss.

"Hmm… Fast reflexes."

What the fuck? He looked behind him and down low. There was a yellow sleeping bag with a very tired face staring back at him. He took a few quick steps back, and frowned. He looked really familiar… Oh.

"Eraserhead? You… Are a teacher here. Our homeroom teacher?"

UA hires pro heroes as their teachers, for some role model things. And he was here during the first period, so he was a homeroom teacher. And Eraserhead, he knows about the man because he was an underground hero, something that he was gunning for in the future. He also took some tips from the pro hero's fighting style, since it suited him with the limited amount of videos online.

Eraserhead raised an eyebrow.

"Nezu was right, you are quick. Awareness is not the best though, that is irrational, especially during a villain attack. Now hurry up and open the door."

With a sigh, Tsukasa pressed his hand on the pad next to the door, and a moment later it hisses open. He looked into the classroom and did a quick analysis.

There were… 19 people already inside, with a spot left empty at the far back of the classroom. The windows were facing one of the many sports grounds of UA, 3 stories high. Ugh, all of them were staring at him.

Hoisting his strap slightly, he walked to his place in silence. A few moments later, a familiar yellow caterpillar crawled into the class. While he placed his stationary and bottle into his drawer, Eraserhead spoke out at full length the moment the class quiets down.

"Hmm, it took you lot 8 seconds to quiet down. Life is short, kids., you all are lacking in common sense."

The pro hero carefully places his sleeping bag on the teacher's table before introducing himself.

"I'm Aizawa Shota, your homeroom teacher. Good to meet you."

He put his hand inside the sleeping bag before procuring a sealed packet of gym clothing with the number "1" printed on the plastic.

"Sorry for the urgency, but come up here and take your gym clothing based on seat number. Then, meet me outside the sports ground."

With his piece said, he quickly grabbed out all 20 of the sealed gym clothing before walking out of the classroom with his sleeping bag.

… What number was his seat again?

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Read future chapters early in Pa**eon.

pa tre on . com /damaine_n

(remove all the spaces)

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