"Fuck! Tosu, what kind of monster are you?!"
Slick, slender black tendrils bound Brother Kubo tightly, coiling around his limbs and neck. He struggled desperately, still trying to cut through them with his Mitsubishi military knife.
But the more he struggled, the tighter the black tendrils wound around him, until he could no longer move.
"You all saw that, right? Even your boss is no match for me! Get out of here! The police will be here any minute!"
The Kamen Rider shouted at the other Yakuza from the Matori Group, though his voice sounded somewhat fierce on the outside and weak underneath.
The Yakuza were all stunned by the masked weirdo's display. They exchanged looks, overcome by an absurd sense of unreality.
A weirdo in a ridiculous tokusatsu costume appearing out of nowhere to fight for justice was already outrageous enough.
Yet this weirdo was more than just a lunatic. He could actually shoot bizarre, disgusting black tentacles out of his body, easily subduing Brother Kubo, the group's strongest fighter.
For a moment, none of the Yakuza dared make a rash move. Instead, they all turned their eyes toward Brother Kubo.
"You're not Kamen Rider Ryuki at all..."
The Yakuza who had first recognized the Kamen Rider costume muttered under his breath.
Attacking with black tendrils was far too different from Kamen Rider's style. Even an evil Kamen Rider wasn't this grotesque. Could this be some corrupted version of Kamen Rider?
The Kamen Rider followed the Yakuza's gazes toward Brother Kubo.
The black tentacles tightening around Brother Kubo's neck were making it difficult for him to breathe. His face was flushed crimson, his eyes bulged, and rasping noises came from his mouth.
The sight startled the Kamen Rider too.
He didn't want to actually become a murderer.
"Get out