Y/N Iwatani, the youngest of the Iwatani trio siblings. He's been an otaku nerd just like his brother Naofumi. But, his love has turned into something else. He loves the japanese TV series known as Kamen Rider. But what were to happen if both he and...
(Apologies for the very very long wait on this. Work was pretty busy and I got distracted not gonna lie. But I'm now back and ready to continue the story as well as my other books.)
Needless to say, Y/N Iwatani had a lot going through his mind right now was a bit of an understatement. I mean, a few seconds ago he was in his local library about to read his Kamen Rider novel and wanted to see what his big bro picked up and now all of a sudden, both he and Y/N were in a weird room which looked to be some sort of throne with a very old man sitting on it.
Y/N: Where the hell are we?! Where's my brother?! Where's my novel?! Who are you guys?!
Y/N then looks to his right to see Naofumi lying on the ground but to his surprise he spots a small shield with black lines and a green gem embedded in the middle of the shield itself.
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Y/N: What's that shield doing on your arm?
Naofumi: Huh?
The elder brother then looks down to his arm and spots the shield and is freaked out by it.
Naofumi: I have no idea Y/N, but it won't come off me!!
As he says this, Naofumi tried to remove the shield from his person but it fails to even move an inch.
Y/N: We have to get that shield off of you.
But before Y/N could do anymore however, he spots three other people behind Naofumi, each wielding a spear, sword and a bow.
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Y/N: Okay, so I'm sure there's one question that everyone has on their minds. What in the blue hell is going on here?!
Spear: I was just thinking that myself. Who are you guys?
Y/N: I wanna know who you guys are as well!
Bow: You seem to have no weapon like any of us. I wonder why that is.
The sword guy says nothing as he looks down at his sword that was now in his hands. Eventually the three began to converse with each other.
