The anomaly in the Kamen Rider Universe

Aaron pulled out a blicky and fired at Gifu. Gifu blocked the bullets effortlessly, using the spinning wheel of a nearby car as a makeshift shield.

But Aaron, always one step ahead, ricocheted a bullet off the wheel, sending it toward the back of Gifu's head. Gifu's eyes widened as he tried to stop it, only to realize too late that the bullet was coated in an unknown energy. He barely managed to dodge.

Gifu narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked on Aaron as he dodged another bullet, the ricochet nearly taking his head off. Aaron was on the move again, darting from one part of the battlefield to another, slipping into alleyways and disappearing behind wreckage.

To Gifu, it looked like he was frantically grabbing random junk—pieces of scrap metal, busted wiring, old car parts. There was no rhyme or reason to it. Aaron was just... scavenging?

What is this human doing?

Gifu's fists clenched as he advanced, launching another attack, a powerful fist aimed at Aaron's torso. Aaron spun away at the last second, his hand grazing the side of a crumpled vending machine, ripping out some circuitry before sprinting off again.

Gifu could hear the maddening sound of his footsteps echoing through the city, like a rat running wild through a maze. And still, Aaron kept snatching things—a broken engine fan here, a discarded laptop there.

At first, Gifu didn't care. He thought Aaron was just desperate, scrambling for anything to keep himself alive. The human had no plan, no strategy—just a chaotic survival instinct. Gifu chuckled darkly to himself as he watched Aaron tear a piece of piping off a wall, cramming it into his satchel.

What's next, a toaster?

Gifu leaped forward, catching Aaron mid-dash and slamming him into the side of a crumbling building. Aaron's body hit the wall with a sickening crunch, blood splattering the concrete. Gifu pulled back, wiping his hands, thinking the fight was over. "Gotcha," he sneered, watching Aaron slump down, coughing up blood.

But Aaron's lips curled into a bloody grin, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Right in place..."

Gifu blinked, confused, before something in the distance hummed to life. His eyes darted to the side, and for the first time, he noticed it—an odd-looking contraption hidden behind a pile of debris. It was massive, pieced together from every bit of junk Aaron had been collecting. The circuitry, the piping, the engine fan... it all formed a towering cannon, its core glowing with a sinister, pulsing energy.

Impossible...

Before Gifu could even process it, the cannon whirred and fired. A beam of plasma, bright and searing, shot directly at him. He felt the intense heat before the impact even reached him, and then, in an instant, it struck his chest with the force of a collapsing star. Gifu staggered back, gasping, the plasma searing through his defenses. The realization hit him like a freight train—this whole time, Aaron wasn't just running or grabbing useless scrap.

He had been building a weapon. A plasma cannon, from the wreckage of their battlefield.

As Gifu's knees buckled, the last thing he saw was Aaron standing tall, wiping the blood from his mouth with that same insane grin.

Aaron watched Gifu collapse to his knees, but his expression remained cold, calculating. His instincts screamed at him not to drop his guard, not to let the sight of a seemingly defeated foe lull him into false confidence.

"Never be too sure with reality power."

As if on cue, Gifu's form shimmered and vanished, only to reappear high in the sky, hovering effortlessly and completely unscathed. Aaron's eyes tracked him, unblinking. He let out a quiet breath, already expecting what came next.

"Let me guess," Aaron called out, voice steady and edged with sarcasm, "you rewrote reality so that you never received the damage to begin with."

Gifu's smile was smug, almost amused, as if he were dealing with a child. His mouth opened to speak, but before the words could leave his lips, blood spilled from them. His smile faltered as his eyes widened in disbelief. He brought a hand to his mouth, staring at the crimson streaks on his fingers. It was then that the realization hit him.

The plasma hadn't struck him at all. No, what hit him was far worse—a concentrated beam of that energy. The energy that defied even his ability to reshape reality. Even if he had rewritten the events to make the damage disappear, the beam still pierced through the fabric of his altered reality. The damage existed outside of what could be manipulated or undone.

For the first time, Gifu's confidence wavered. And then, to Aaron's surprise, he began to laugh—a deep, resonant laugh that echoed across the battlefield. There was genuine amusement in his eyes now.

"This... this is quite funny," Gifu said between chuckles, wiping the blood from his chin. "Do you have any other tricks, human?"

Aaron's lips curled into a smirk, though it was more for himself than anyone else. His eyes gleamed with mischief, as if the entire fight were nothing more than an elaborate game. He tilted his head, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers playfully.

"I've got very nimble fingers," he said, deadpan. "I think they could please a coochie well enough."

Gifu's laughter paused, caught off guard by the crass, unexpected reply. For a moment, the absurdity of Aaron's response clashed violently with the gravity of the situation, leaving a strange tension in the air.

Aaron didn't wait for Gifu's reaction. He was already on the move again, preparing for whatever reality-warping trick the god-like entity would pull next.

Gifu prepared himself, those words were not too major, but they werent light wounds either, either way he would survive.

As Gifu hovered above, still recovering from the unexpected blow, his sharp eyes scanned Aaron, taking in every detail. Something was different about the man this time. He wasn't the same hollow shell Gifu had faced before. There was something in Aaron's gaze now—something he hadn't seen the last time they met.

"Your eyes... they're not as empty as they were before," Gifu said, a glint of curiosity in his voice. "Have you found something? Or rather... someone?"

Aaron didn't respond, his expression unchanging, but Gifu knew he'd hit a nerve. The subtle tightening of Aaron's jaw, the faintest shift in his stance—it all spoke volumes.

"You seem... happy," Gifu pressed, his voice lilting with mock interest. "Tell me, human. What would happen if I took the light from a being who finally found peace?"

Aaron's brow twitched, but he remained silent, his body still as a statue. His focus stayed locked on Gifu, though the tension in the air grew thicker.

"I wonder," Gifu mused aloud, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "How would you feel if we brought your sister into this conversation?"

The words left Gifu's mouth like a slow, deliberate poison, sinking into Aaron's mind. Aaron's entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His eyes darkened, bloodlust erupting from him like a torrent. Rage crackled through the air, so palpable it seemed to distort the very atmosphere around him.

To say Aaron was pissed would've been the understatement of the century.

In a heartbeat, his expression turned murderous. His bloodlust was so fierce it felt as though the world itself had taken a sharp breath, bracing for the storm he was about to unleash.

"...Don't try and take a dick you can't handle....if you even dare touch her, I will leave you in a worse state than a girl coochi after having a train ran on her..coochi-sama"

Gifu grinned as Aaron spat out his crude threat. It was cute, really—an empty bravado masking the sheer helplessness of a human being. Gifu could feel Aaron's rage boiling over, but he wasn't concerned. He thrived on breaking spirits, pushing his enemies until they were nothing but hollow husks.

Without hesitation, Gifu conjured a portal, its swirling darkness leading directly to his base. On the other side, Rui stood vulnerable, her form tauntingly close. Before Gifu could react, Aaron had already burst forward, his speed blurring the line between motion and stillness. Gifu's hand extended, mere inches from reaching Rui when—

Slash.

In a horrifying instant, Gifu's hand was severed, falling lifelessly to the ground. His portal shattered as though made of fragile glass. The pain that followed was so intense, so sudden, it momentarily overwhelmed him. It wasn't just physical; it was like something had pierced straight through his essence.

What... the fuck?

His mind reeled, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Aaron had already kicked him away, sending him skidding across the ground. Gifu could barely process how his hand had been sliced clean off.

He looked down at the stump where his hand used to be, blood dripping onto the ground, pooling at his feet. Rage erupted within him. His eyes darkened, turning a vicious shade of red.

Aaron had gone too far.

With fury blazing in his veins, Gifu tapped into his reality-warping powers. He would rewrite this moment, twist reality itself to undo what Aaron had done. He wouldn't just fix his hand; he'd erase Aaron from existence altogether.

He focused, his power surging as he began to alter reality, setting his attack in motion. He imagined Aaron's head exploding—splattering into nothingness, erased from every timeline, every reality.

But then, just as quickly as the attack began, it vanished.

Not slowed. Not countered.

It simply disappeared.

The force Gifu had unleashed halted less than two Planck units from his body, extinguished like a snuffed-out flame. He could feel it—a presence, something far greater than him, something... divine. His eyes widened, not in fear, but in surprise.

That energy—it wasn't just powerful. It was the complete opposite of his own. Where his powers corrupted, manipulated, and bent reality, this energy was pure, holy, and celestial.

In his mind's eye, Gifu could just barely make out the image of something with glowing blue eyes, an ethereal being whose presence was so vast it eclipsed his own power.

Was Aaron being protected?

For the first time in their fight, Gifu's amusement faded. A celestial force, bound by divine rules, was intervening on behalf of this human. How interesting. Gifu grinned despite the pain coursing through him, despite the loss of his hand.

He wondered how far this celestial would go to protect Aaron. Celestial beings had rules, after all, and breaking them always came with consequences. Would this one risk breaking its rules just to save him? And what made Aaron so special to merit such protection?

He glanced at his severed hand, still unable to comprehend the magnitude of power it would take to stop his reality-warping attack so effortlessly. His thoughts raced. Even in his true form, at full power, the being that had intervened could likely wipe him from existence with ease.

More troubling, though, was the fact that his abilities were now... limited. He could feel it, his reality-warping power shrinking. His once infinite view of futures, of possibilities, was now finite—constrained. Whoever had intervened had not only protected Aaron but had suppressed Gifu's powers. He could no longer see an endless array of outcomes, but instead only a handful.

What kind of being would break their role to protect a human like this?

He couldn't help but chuckle, despite the pain. For the first time in a long while, Gifu found himself curious. This fight had just become far more entertaining.

Aaron closed the gap between them in an instant, his fist driving toward Gifu's face with a precision and speed that most humans couldn't even dream of achieving. Gifu barely raised his arm in time to block the strike, but the impact still reverberated through his bones, sending a shockwave rippling outward. Aaron didn't relent, following up with a rapid series of punches and kicks, each one aimed with deadly accuracy.

It was clear from the first exchange—Aaron was far better in terms of raw hand-to-hand combat. His movements were fluid, his strikes precise, and his footwork impeccable. Every punch, every kick, was calculated to take Gifu apart piece by piece. But Gifu wasn't an ordinary opponent, and though Aaron held the upper hand physically, Gifu had a wide arsenal of powers at his disposal.

As Aaron swung his leg around for a devastating roundhouse kick, Gifu's eyes flickered. A torrent of water suddenly erupted from the air around him, swirling into a shield that deflected Aaron's kick. The moment Aaron's foot connected with the water, it surged forward, trying to trap his leg.

Aaron twisted mid-air, wrenching his leg free from the water with a burst of movement, landing lightly on his feet as Gifu smirked. The air around them crackled with energy as Gifu raised his hand, summoning a whirlwind that whipped toward Aaron. The gusts tore through the ground, hurling debris and shattered stones in every direction.

Aaron ducked and weaved through the wind, moving like a phantom, every motion sharp and deliberate. He saw an opening, darting forward with his fist pulled back, ready to strike. But just before his punch could connect, the wind shifted—Gifu had redirected it, using the air itself to push Aaron off balance.

Aaron stumbled but recovered instantly, spinning on his heel to avoid a follow-up strike. Gifu's hand was glowing with fire now, flames licking up his arm as he swung it in a wide arc. Aaron barely managed to twist his body out of the way, the heat from the fire scorching his clothes as it passed.

Aaron's mind raced, adapting on the fly. Gifu was always relying on his powers to change the flow of the fight. The telekinesis, the fire, the water, the wind—he wasn't fighting fair. But Aaron wasn't the type to whine about fairness. He thrived in chaos, and if Gifu wanted to keep changing the rules, Aaron would just have to keep improvising.

He lunged again, this time switching tactics. As Gifu raised his hand to unleash another telekinetic blast, Aaron ducked low, sliding under the attack and popping up with an uppercut aimed squarely at Gifu's jaw. The hit connected, snapping Gifu's head back with a sickening crack.

At that instant Gifu tried to reality wrap him out of existence but his power was negated near instantly.

Aaron didn't let up. He closed the distance again, this time not giving Gifu the chance to recover. His fists flew in rapid succession, hitting pressure points and weak spots with ruthless efficiency. Each hit landed like a sledgehammer, forcing Gifu onto the defensive.

But then, with a flick of his wrist, Gifu sent a pulse of telekinetic energy that flung Aaron backward, slamming him into the ground. Aaron skidded across the dirt, coughing as the air was knocked out of his lungs. Gifu's eyes burned with anger as he raised his hand, summoning a whirlwind of fire and wind, combining the two elements into a swirling inferno that roared toward Aaron.

Aaron narrowed his eyes, his mind working in overdrive. He rolled to the side just as the firestorm hit the ground, narrowly avoiding being incinerated. As he rolled back to his feet, he grabbed a chunk of debris and hurled it at Gifu's head. Gifu deflected it with a wave of his hand, but that was exactly what Aaron wanted.

Using the distraction, Aaron surged forward, slipping past the flames and wind with a burst of speed. Before Gifu could react, Aaron was on him again, his hands moving in a blur as he attacked from every angle. Gifu tried to summon more wind to push Aaron back, but Aaron had already predicted the move, ducking low and driving his knee into Gifu's ribs.

The impact knocked the wind out of Gifu, and for a moment, his powers flickered. Aaron took advantage of the opening, slamming his elbow into the side of Gifu's head and sending him stumbling.

Gifu snarled, his eyes glowing with fury as he unleashed another telekinetic wave, but Aaron had already learned the pattern. He twisted his body just enough to avoid the brunt of the attack, then grabbed Gifu's outstretched arm, using the telekinetic force against him. With a swift motion, Aaron flipped Gifu over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground with a thunderous crash.

Before Gifu could react, Aaron was already moving again. He didn't give him a moment to recover, driving his knee into Gifu's chest and pinning him down. Aaron's hands moved quickly, striking pressure points along Gifu's arms and legs, temporarily paralyzing him.

Or at least he thought he did.