A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite

It is the year 2405, and inside a grand auditorium, the air is thick with anticipation. Spotlights blaze, illuminating the stage where the final preparations for the Millennium Beauty Pageant are underway. Backstage, a younger Evelynne Hart stands before a mirror, her reflection a mask of practiced serenity. Tonight, everything changes.

Evelynne adjusts her gown, a cascade of shimmering fabric designed to capture every angle of light. Her heart pounds against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of her thoughts. I have to win.

The host, a man whose smile seems permanently plastered on his face, steps forward. "Ladies and gentlemen," he booms, his voice amplified to fill every corner of the auditorium, "the moment you've all been waiting for! The winner of the Millennium Beauty Pageant is..." He pauses for dramatic effect, the drumroll intensifying. "...Evelynne Hart!"

The crowd erupts in cheers. Evelynne forces a smile, a wave of relief washing over her. A glittering crown is placed upon her head, heavy with expectation. A bouquet of vibrant roses is thrust into her hands, their thorns digging into her skin. The lights are blinding. The cheers are deafening. This is it.

And then, it starts.

A trickle of sand, fine and golden, spills from her pores. It cascades down her arms, forming shimmering rivulets against her skin. Confused, Evelynne looks down. The trickle becomes a stream, then a torrent. The roses fall from her grasp as her body convulses.

[WHOOSH]

The sand coalesces, swirling around her like a living vortex. The crowd gasps, their cheers turning to screams. The elegant gown is ripped apart, replaced by a living tapestry of vines and leaves. Thorns erupt from her skin, forming cruel bracelets around her wrists. Behind Evelynne stands Vineveil, her emerald eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.

"Such a lovely place," Vineveil purrs, her voice a silken whisper that carries through the chaos. "It's a shame I have to destroy it."

Vines explode from the stage, snaking through the audience. People scream, scrambling to escape as the thorny tendrils wrap around them, binding them in place. The glittering venue transforms into a verdant prison, a twisted parody of beauty and elegance.

With a final, chilling glance at the chaos she has created, Vineveil exits the auditorium, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Her mission is clear: spread chaos and reshape the past.

But Vineveil never got too far as the [TRAIN WHISTLE] pierces the air, followed by the screech of metal. Emerging from the time-stream like a steel leviathan, the DenLiner materializes, its arrival ripping through the futuristic skyline. Sparks rain down as the train grinds to a halt, blocking Vineveil's path. The crowd gasps, momentarily forgetting their terror.

From the train's open door, Urataros steps out, his Den-O Rod Form gleaming under the neon lights. He surveys the scene, taking in the chaos with a critical eye. Twisted vines, panicked crowds, and Vineveil, a thorny goddess of destruction.

"Now, now," Urataros says, his voice calm and confident despite the pandemonium. "This is hardly the way to treat a beautiful city."

He twirls the DenGasher Rod, the hexagonal blades glinting menacingly. "Looks like I'll have to reel you in."

Urataros lunges, [WHIP!] The DenGasher Rod hums with energy as he deflects a thorny vine aimed at his face. He spins, using the momentum to launch a counter-attack, striking at Vineveil's exposed arm.

[THWACK!]

Vineveil recoils, hissing in annoyance. Her emerald eyes narrow, assessing her opponent. The Rod Form, agile and quick, a stark contrast to the brute force she expected. Vines erupt from the ground, forming a thorny barricade between them.

Urataros leaps, using the DenGasher Rod as a vaulting pole, soaring over the barricade and landing gracefully behind Vineveil. She whirls around, [SWISH!] her vine whip lashing out like a striking cobra.

[CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!]

Urataros parries the whip with the DenGasher Rod, each impact sending sparks flying. He ducks under a sweeping strike, the thorns grazing his helmet. He counters with a jab, aiming for Vineveil's midsection, but she sidesteps with surprising speed.

The battle intensifies, a blur of motion and power. Vines twist and turn, seeking to ensnare. Urataros dances between the attacks, his movements fluid and precise. He strikes with the Rod, each blow carrying the force of a battering ram.

[CRASH!]

A holographic advertisement shatters as Vineveil whips a vine, but Urataros deflects it. The crowd watches in stunned silence, their fear momentarily forgotten in the face of such raw power.

Vineveil snarls, frustrated by her inability to land a decisive blow. "You're quick," she concedes, "but you can't keep this up forever."

Urataros chuckles, a confident sound that echoes through the chaos. "Is that so? Well, I've got all the time in the world."

He switches tactics, becoming more defensive, carefully studying Vineveil's movements, searching for an opening. The vines grow thicker, faster, the air filled with the scent of thorns and decay.

"Hey, Viney!" Urataros shouts suddenly.

Vineveil pauses, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. "What?"

"Look out!" Urataros points dramatically behind her. "There's a runaway car heading right for you!"

Vineveil looks behind her for a split second. [WHACK!] Urataros uses the distraction to strike. The DenGasher Rod connects with her face, sending her sprawling to the ground.

"Damn it," Vineveil grunts, clutching her jaw.

Urataros strikes a pose, DenGasher Rod twirling in his hand. "Looks like you fell for my little white lie!" he grins.

"It's about time to end this," Urataros declares. He adopts a fighting stance, DenGasher Rod poised for the final strike.

Vineveil struggles to rise, her body battered and bruised. The blow to her jaw stings, and her vision swims with iridescent spots. The sand making up her form is beginning to dissipate. Panic flares in her emerald eyes. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"You haven't won!" she snarls, summoning one last surge of power. Vines erupt from the ground, a tangled mass of thorns and leaves, seeking to ensnare Urataros.

But Urataros is too quick. He leaps and bounds, evading the grasping vines with ease. He spins and strikes, using the DenGasher Rod to shatter the thorny tendrils before they can reach him. His movements are fluid and precise, a dance of destruction.

Vineveil's attacks become more desperate, wild flailing attempts to regain control. But Urataros reads her every move, anticipating her every strike. He's a master of deception, and she is falling for all of his tricks.

Urataros scans the Rider Pass over the Den-O belt buckle.

[FULL CHARGE]

A surge of blue energy courses through the belt and connects with the DenGasher. The DenGasher Rod glows with an intense light, pulsing with power. He locks his eyes on Vineveil, who is now trying to escape.

"Oh no you don't," he said.

With a mighty heave, Urataros throws the DenGasher Rod like a javelin. It spins through the air, a blur of blue energy, aimed directly at Vineveil.

[WHOOSH]

The DenGasher Rod slams into Vineveil, striking her square in the chest. A pentagon-shaped turtle shell energy shield erupts from the point of impact, encasing her in a prison of light. She screams, clawing at the barrier, but it holds firm. She can't move.

Urataros leaps into the air, soaring above the futuristic skyline. He draws back his leg, gathering momentum for the final blow. Blue energy crackles around his foot, intensifying with each passing second.

"Sayonara," he shouts, his voice filled with determination.

With a mighty cry, Urataros hurtles towards Vineveil, his foot connecting with her chest in a devastating kick. The impact is deafening, a thunderclap that reverberates through the city.

[KRA-KOOOM!]

Vineveil explodes in a shower of sand and sparks, her form dissolving into nothingness. The turtle shell shield shatters, releasing a wave of energy that washes over the city. The vines wither and die, the thorny prison disappearing as if it never existed. The neon lights flicker back to life, casting a vibrant glow on the scene.

Urataros lands gracefully, striking a pose. "Well, that's that!" he announces with a flourish.

Inside Ace's mind, the relief is palpable. Good job, Urataros, he thinks, impressed despite himself. It seems even in a world of Quirks, Imagin still fall before a Rider's power.

With Vineveil's defeat, a ripple effect washes through time. The shattered buildings reconstruct themselves, the imprisoned crowds are released, and the world reverts to its original state before the Imagin's influence. The beauty pageant, now untouched by temporal interference, continues without disruption. Evelynne's younger self, unaware of the alternate timeline, accepts her crown and bouquet, the future stretching before her, unburdened by Vineveil's twisted desires. The city, once a canvas of destruction, returns to its vibrant normalcy, the memory of the battle fading into the background of time.

A few hours later, the DenLiner rocks gently as it travels through the Sands of Time. Inside, Naomi pours coffee while Ace and the Taros are back in the dining car, relaxing after their victory.

"Well, that was a thorny situation," Naomi chirps, placing a steaming mug in front of Ace.

Momotaros grumbles, "I didn't even get to properly fight!"

Urataros sighs dramatically. "It's quite sad, isn't it? Evelynne Hart, chasing an ideal that was never truly attainable. Beauty fades, but the quest for it seems eternal."

Kintaros nods sagely. "With age comes a different kind of beauty. Wisdom, strength, character. These are things that time cannot diminish."

Ryutaros tilts his head, a look of confusion on his face. "But... why did she want to be beautiful so badly? I don't get it."

"It's a tale as old as time, Ryutaros," Naomi replies with a sigh. "Every woman wants to be eternally beautiful. To hold onto youth and vitality, and leave a lasting impression on the world."

Ryutaros shrugs, unconvinced. "But why? It seems like a lot of trouble."

Ace chuckles, shaking his head. "Some things are hard to explain, Ryutaros. What matters is that we stopped the Imagin before she could cause any more damage." He takes a sip of coffee, a smile playing on his lips. "Another timeline saved, thanks to the DenLiner and its crew."

Momotaros scoffs. "Yeah, yeah, another win for the good guys. But next time, I want a real fight, don't want Kame to take all of the spotlight."

Urataros raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I outshine you, Senpai? Perhaps you're just jealous of my charm."

Kintaros sighs. "Can you two ever get along?" he asks, but is drowned out by Momotaros and Urataros continuing their argument. Ryutaros focuses on his coloring book, lost in his own world, and Naomi shakes her head, laughing. The DenLiner rumbles on, a chaotic family traveling through time, one misadventure at a time.

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