Aaron placed his hand over Ikki head before what seemed To be a glow came out of his hand and into Ikki's head.
This smelled like an illusion if he had ever seen one before.
Aaron eyes than landed on the man he hadn't seen before, his eyes brow furrow upon looking at the man
Though he didn't feel noisy that day so instead he just place Ikki on the couch and just said "he should wake up soon"
He was thanked by Yukimi to which he just gave her a soft smile before walking away and leaving, he didnt feel like it was his place to be here.
He didnt feel like he really belonged there in this instant as whatever Ikki was going through was 100% family stuff and he didn't feel like butting in.
He will probably come back once this whole stick was over but for now, he had shits to do like take a nap.
Play some games with Rui, yep those things in his opinion were a lot more important than whatever was going on with Ikki right now.
He had done his part now it was all up to Ikki and his family.
Though for some reason he felt like he was missing something important.
He felt as if he was forgetting something very important.
He however just shrugs his shoulder saying.
"Heh. I am sure it's not that important"Aaron said nonchantly.
Once he arrive home however he noticed something he hadn't see before.
Miyuki was nowhere to be seen, he didn't care though she could take care of herself and there was basically nothing on this planet that was a threat to her apart from the giant coochie but that was a different story.
Aaron took in a deep breath before walking toward the training area, he felt a bit stiff, he might as well get some work done.
As Aaron walked into the training room, waiting for him inside the training area, the figure of Miyuki was seen.
She created what seemed to be an ice pillar before slicing her own arm.
Aaron watched as the blood dropped from her arm to the floor.
He watch as the blue-ish liquid fell on the floor, entering the ice structure she had created.
It seemed as if this would be their timer.
A look of recognition appeared on his face....oh yeah he forgot.
Today was the day he was supposed to fight Her right.
Tuff he forgot, she seem awfully willing to murder him though, neet he is basically going to have to fight a prodigy with ice.
Wasn't this just tucking fantastic
She looked at him as he enter before from behind him, he watched as The door was blocked by a shard of Ice.
Neat, he couldn't escape now, she was so willing to try and kill him so badly that she would rather try to kill him over and over again once a week.
Than be engaged to him, like jeez he knew he wasn't any prince charming but jeez that dedication and that good for her.
He sigh to himself a bit as he watched Her open her eyes and look toward his direction.
She took in a deep breath Before finally standing up and as she does so, the temperature in the room drop.
Aaron immediately put on his buckle before placing the Raion ID core in the middle and transforming into Kamen rider Raion.
He would need the extra warmth this suit give him as to not to freeze to death.
If he remember correctly Her power work by manipulating the surrounding temperature, causing the moisture to condense and freeze. Basically, basically put she can freeze the water molecules in the air.
The training room echoed with the clash of ice and metal. Miyuki, a whirlwind of blue energy, launched a volley of ice shards towards Aaron, transformed as Kamen Rider Raion. But unlike a traditional fighter, Aaron didn't meet the attack head-on.
With a surprising agility that belied his build, he weaved through the barrage, his movements unpredictable like a drunken master. He'd use the room's layout to his advantage, vaulting over training dummies and using their sand-filled bases to obscure Miyuki's vision with a dust cloud. As she momentarily lost sight of him, a mischievous glint flickered in his visor.
He reappeared behind her with a flying side-kick, not aiming for a knockout blow, but to dislodge a precariously balanced stack of metal weights. The clang of crashing metal echoed through the room, momentarily distracting Miyuki. He used that split second to grab a discarded metal pipe lying on the floor, using his suit's enhanced strength to bend it into a makeshift shield.
Miyuki, regaining her composure, unleashed a wave of concentrated cold. Aaron braced himself, the makeshift shield taking the brunt of the attack. Instead of shattering, however, the metal glowed red-hot under the onslaught. A sly grin spread across Aaron's visor.
"Looks like your ice can't handle a little heat, Miyuki!" he boomed, his voice distorted by the suit's modulator. He charged towards her, using the now superheated shield as a battering ram. Miyuki, caught off guard by this unorthodox tactic, barely managed to dodge the scorching metal.
The air crackled with more than just Miyuki's ice. Frustration, sharp and clear, edged into the frigid atmosphere. Each expertly dodged shard, each deflected blast of concentrated cold, chipped away at her composure. Miyuki, a prodigy known for her icy control, was losing her cool – literally and figuratively.
Aaron, the crimson blur darting around the training room, seemed to exist on the periphery of effort. He'd use a discarded training mat as a makeshift surfboard, riding a wave of her ice blast across the room before launching himself at her with a spinning kick that sent her back a step. She gritted her teeth, the sting of humiliation sharper than the bite of the cold.
"Seriously, Aaron?" Miyuki growled, her voice laced with ice and annoyance. "You're fighting like a toddler with a water balloon!"
Her words had little effect. Aaron simply chuckled, a distorted sound from his modulator. "Maybe," he taunted, "but it seems to be working, wouldn't you say?" He gestured to the ever-growing ice maze he'd constructed from
A manic grin split Aaron's visor as Miyuki's frustration crackled in the air. He wasn't just content with disrupting her; he reveled in it. With a blur of crimson, he launched himself towards her, using the environment not just as a weapon, but as a twisted shield.
He weaved between the jagged ice formations she'd created earlier, his movements a chaotic ballet. Instead of cowering behind the ice structures, he used them as a perverse form of cover. He'd duck behind a jagged pillar, then use its frozen surface to propel himself upwards, launching a surprise kick from an unexpected angle. He'd slide across the floor, using an ice shard like a makeshift snowboard to gain momentum for a sweeping leg attack.
The audacity of it all sent a fresh wave of fury through Miyuki. Here she was, a master of ice manipulation, and this unorthodox fighter was treating her carefully crafted battlefield like a playground. It was as if he was deliberately defying the logic of combat, his strategy a whirlwind of improvisation that defied analysis. Her mind, trained for calculated efficiency, struggled to keep pace with his chaotic movements.
"You're making a mockery of this!" she roared, unleashing a concentrated blast of ice aimed directly at him. But even that was anticipated. Aaron, using a discarded metal weight as a makeshift conductor, redirected the blast with a clang, sending it careening towards a distant wall where it harmlessly shattered.
The crimson blur vanished from Miyuki's sight, and a chilling realization dawned on her. She'd fallen prey to his erratic movements once again. Spinning on her heel, she braced herself for another unorthodox attack.
Instead, a cocky grin materialized inches from her face. Kamen Rider Raion stood there, the metal shield discarded at his feet. "Hand-to-hand, then?" his voice boomed through the modulator.
The shift in tactics caught her off guard. She was used to deflecting his attacks, using the distance to control the battlefield with her ice. Now, he was here, toe-to-toe, a predator sizing up its prey. Intrigued despite her frustration, Miyuki mirrored his stance, her eyes narrowed.
The "dance" began. Aaron moved with a deceptive fluidity, his unorthodox style still present but laced with a newfound precision. He'd block a punch with his forearm, using the momentum to spin her around, narrowly avoiding a retaliatory ice blast that erupted from her open palm. He'd feint a right hook, dipping under her guard to deliver a swift kick that sent a jolt through her leg.
As they traded blows, a smile played on Aaron's visor. This wasn't just a fight; it was a puzzle he was solving in real-time. He watched how Miyuki subtly shifted her weight when unleashing an ice attack, how she tensed a muscle before a punch. He was dissecting her fighting style, each counter a piece of the puzzle clicking into place.
The danger was undeniable. One misstep, one misread cue, and he'd be encased in ice.
Miyuki's frustration boiled over. With a furious roar, she unleashed a torrent of ice unlike anything she'd ever produced before. The training room became a tomb of ice in seconds, a glittering prison that encased everything in its path. She scanned the frozen landscape, searching for Aaron's crimson form, a flicker of heat amidst the icy desolation. But there was nothing. No warmth, no movement, no sign of the infuriatingly playful Kamen Rider Raion.
A sliver of grim satisfaction pierced her anger. She'd done it. He'd underestimated her, underestimated the raw power she could unleash when pushed to her limit. But as the weight of her victory settled in, a flicker of unease sparked. The silence was unsettling. The training room, usually echoing with the clang of metal or the hiss of ice, was deathly quiet.
Suddenly, a voice, distorted but undeniably human, echoed from behind her. "Damn, I feel bad about that guy."
Miyuki's heart hammered against her ribs. Slowly, she turned, bracing herself for the sight of a frozen Aaron encased in ice. But instead, she found him perched casually on a jagged ice pillar, the crimson armor of Kamen Rider Raion a mangled mess at his feet. He shrugged, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
"Had to shed the suit to keep from becoming a popsicle," he explained, gesturing to the wreckage of his armor. "Good thing these things have emergency cooling systems, huh?"
Miyuki stared at him, speechless. He'd sacrificed the suit, his primary source of protection, to survive her attack? The idea was absurd, yet here he was, a living testament to the unexpected. A wave of emotions washed over her – confusion, begrudging respect, and a flicker of something she couldn't quite define.
A/N,anyone willing to bet why exactly Miyuki act the way she does,to be fair the answer is quite easy,