>>5645252"We're due for a vacation any day now!" A young man in the desk next to you complained loudly.
"You think so?" You can't help but reply half-heartedly, it's a very melancholic time for you.
"Sure! The usual field trip is around this time, maybe Osaka, or oohh! Tokyo!"
"Haah, Tokyo? I went there recently you know.." You give a sigh with your reply. You were all there the other day, weren't you? Fighting something or another.
"Hmm, when?"
"O-oh, when indeed? Hah.." Was that right?
You're back in your old school, a little after you first became Kamen Rider, but why this again? Wait a minute. Again? Looking around, your mind starts populating the room with familiar faces, all rendered in perfect detail, exactly as you remember. Long hair, short, freckles, earrings, all the stuff you focused on, and by extension, the people those details belonged to. The classroom is just as rowdy as it always is, despite being college students, everyone was talking loudly among each other. But they're all...
Suddenly, the room is dead quiet, their bodies are frozen. Before you can do or say anything, they swiftly turn to you, just as they open their mouths...
You feel a stiffness in your body, a building energy deep within your chest, quickly pulling on it you feel yourself awaken. Upon opening your eyes you see a familiar, sterile-white, ceiling, embedded lamps, and a curtain drawn around your you and your bed. You got knocked out again, you assume you won this time. Peeling your sheets off you discover you're back in another medical robe, there's something new, on top of the table next to you. A small vase with flowers, along with a framed picture. In it are the soldiers from the last mission, all striking a pose with a picture of the defense cannon in the background, on the floor before them are the injured. They seemed to be straining to remain in the picture or to strike their own simple gesture. Those just out of view are knocked out, presumably.
"Nice." You're relieved to see that mostly everyone made it.
Hearing you, a pair of footsteps approaches and pulls back your curtain.
"You've awakened have you? How are you feeling?" The doctor from before asks. He slowly swipes a small pen-like tool over your body -it flashes blue and white periodically- he then holds it over your head.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"My tools say that as well. I'll admit, I was a little worried at first. Your mortal injuries I could handle, laser burns and shrapnel are old hat nowadays. Except, nanites are something of a rarity here. I figured you were suffering from something akin to anemia based on your systems and life-readings. As I understand, you lost quite a few nanomachines during the operation, all I could do was monitor you over the days."
"Days?"
