Chisato sat on the enlarged grey sofa with her husband accompanied by her side after Hatoshi left The Akarui Household. She gazed down at a circular wooden table in a worried demeanor.
Sasaki noticed his dear wife fell into worriedness and wrapped her neck with his arm. Chisato absorbed a comforting air by closing her eyes as her husband put on a smile.
"Come on Chisato, is it about Hatoshi again?" Sasaki guessed in a curious tone.
"Yes." She mumbled while opening her eyes and spoke in conservative mannerism. "The thing was he had been leaving quite often so I am starting to think he may have a very serious problem."
"Or the worst possibility, he may tried to help Zero doing a Superhero activity," Chisato added
Sasaki leaned onto the sofa surface that could feel the comfy bump on his back. Furthermore. he calmly sighed while glancing at Chisato who still had her mind invaded by a concern that Hatoshi often left the house by harmlessly biting her thumb.
"I understand your concern Chisato" Sasaki calmly exclaimed. "Luckily there is Yuna who is always there to comfort his sadness and stress."
"Besides, I don't think Zero will allow Hatoshi to help him," Sasaki added
Chisato twitched one of her eyes in a mix of confusion and disbelief with her husband's statement. Moreover, She pressed her grip tightly on the homey dress that she wore especially towards Sasaki's expression who seemed calm.
"Sasaki, we should at least take action with his problem because we are his parents right now." Chisato argued in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I am aware of that" Sasaki countered, "But, the thing is Hatoshi is a kind of person who prefers to express his emotion to somebody who is very close to him. Yuna just so happened to be that kind of person after his mother passed away.
"So, my suggestion for now is let him be like that." Sasaki added in suggestive mannerism "Besides, let just think that today, he will go home to this house, am I correct, Chisato?"
"Maybe."
Therefore, Chisato nodded before she tossed aside her conservative feelings about the Hatoshi situation by a giggle. While Sasaki glared at his wife in contentment and at the same time optimistically wished his nephew would come home at Akarui Household.
The spectator side of the arena met a shocking realization of Blue Winter returning to his old self once more. Especially, Southern Shield who drowned in a mixture of confusion and petrification at the same time.
While Mistress Foreseen showed the opposite impression of her arrogant friends which was a hopeful enthusiasm. Moreover, She furrowed down as her mind began to show a glimpse of past memories when a match between her and Blue Winter commenced.
More specifically in the middle of the match, Blue Winter excitedly grinned at her even though he kneeled down with injury all over his body and rapidly painted in tiredness when he strictly held his chest. She gritted in annoyance as she watched Blue Winter arose and prepared another fighting position.
"Thank you very much for everything. Sparror '' Mistress Foreseen complimented to Sparror by using telepathy.
The sandy arena still became a spotlight of the darkroom similar to avoid inside a mall or a fancy hotel. Blue Winter gazed down at his grasping fist and exhaled a fresh air of enjoyment that made him close his eyes. While Sparror cautiously raised his eyes when staring at his new opponent's new form.
Suddenly, The Flaming Hero received a telepathic, voice message as a mist or smoke went inside his head. A relief sigh was let out from Sparror void-black face, when the sender was revealed to be Mistress Foreseen, expressing her thankfulness.
"You are welcome, Mistress Foreseen." Sparror replied to her message in a telepathic way like a phone call before he prolonged the conversation by a cheery confession, "And I think this fight may help me to improve my mastery with this power."
"It will Sparror, it will." Mistress Foreseen confidently promised with her telepathic voice echoed through her mind.
Sparror once again glanced at Blue Winter who recently opened his eyes and gained a hyping excitement towards his opponent. The Shaolin Warrior swiftly extended his front feet for another strike he would initiate.
"Are you ready for another round, Sparror?" Blue Winter asked in a deep thrilling voice.
The Flaming Hero raised his molten hand in front of his face with an intrigued eyes, eagerly locking on to Blue Winter for his answer preparation. A sureness that Sparror
"I am ready." Sparror confidently replied
The Shaolin Warrior could grasp the same fighting excitement that he abandoned five years ago by an enthusiastic grin. He thrust down his feet to the sandy ground with the help of an engulfing, yellow energy chaining it like a constrictor snake.
A tiny shockwave exploded in a straight line position for a limited time. Therefore, Blue Winter catapulted himself with his feet leading the charge. Sparror anticipation eyes commanded him to push the molten hand in the front of his sight.
As a result, a flaming wave emerged on the scene and morphed into a muscular humanoid with a dragon head. The humanoid hurriedly let a counter-attacked by a spouting flame thrower from its jaw.
However, Blue Winter's leading kick became an impenetrable wall to the flame and moved closer to the humanoid dragon at lightning speed. Thus, the living construct was shattered into uncountable pieces when The Shaolin Warrior kick's landed on its stomach and hit like a missile.
Time of shocking realization fell very short as the leading kick gracefully landed on Sparror's armory stomach. The Flaming Hero immediately felt his body numbed from the kick side effects as he just stood like a statue and outloudly screeched.
Blue Winter safely landed on the ground and did a continuous stepping when he saw the defenseless opponent. Moreover, he washed away the dust on his nose by using his thumb that only gave him more enthusiasm to land another attack.
The Shaolin Warrior with no hesitation launched a straight line punch with clouded yellow and blue energy covered like a boxing glove. But, the flaming twister came at the right time to swallow Sparror defenseless body into pieces of nothingness in split second, avoiding the empower punch.
As Sparror presence vanished, Blue Winter calmly lifted two of his fingers that being lined up like a chopstick. He closed his eyes by absorbing a peaceful, surrounding air within the arena. Afterward, his vision was soon changed as if he entered a different dimension.
A dimension where everything was made by greyish mist and there was no endpoint based on Blue Winter vision. He tightened his closing eyes as the tranquil hearing began to sense a soaring flame noise.
The longer Blue Winter closed eyes, the louder the flame noises pierce through his hearing that originated on the left behind. He still remained calm even though there was an ear-piercing sound similar to a person who heard a near explosion.
Hence, The Shaolin Warrior leaped off from the ground in the burning noise direction before he turned around with the preparation of a clean straight-line fist. Sparror emerged from the flaming twister and attempted to throw a flaming ball from his opened grip.
Unfortunately, the straight-line fist shockingly has entered The Shaolin Warrior's stomach, creating an echoing wave at the same time. The flaming ball vanished in thin air due to Sparror breathing became hefty and his body felt being hit like a car as he began to coughing blood.
Afterward, Blue Winter landed another punch from below, accompanied by blue and yellow energy wrapped around the fist. While Sparror body began to roar a blinding flame light turned into an explosion.
Therefore, The Shaolin Warrior evaded the explosion by flipping back in a gracious way. He landed a distance away from Sparror and witnessed The Flaming Hero was freed from the explosion. Moreover, he was brought back into healthy state as there was no sign of hefty breath.
Without hesitation, Blue Winter dashed towards Sparror direction by pushed his thrusting leg to the sandy ground until created small cracking lines. The Flaming Hero in a rush way threw a flaming ball that grew large every time it got closer to meet Blue Winter.
As the size of the flaming ball rapidly grew, it transformed into a two-story building and clashed with Blue Winter dash. Hence, The Shaolin Warrior pushed the blazing surface with ease in his forehand position. His bare hand was tributed by icy swarms that left its surface into a small frozen landscape.
After freezing his hand, the icy swarms vigorously latched on the flaming ball like a contagious gas. The swarms vastly outspread the frozen infection to the flame construct, changing it to a giant-size freezing sculpture in less than a split second. Furthermore, Blue Winter squeezed the thick and cold surface that quickly changed into a blue floating orb for recoiling his projectile attack.
However, a meteor fall flaming ball was readied itself to land at Blue Winter from behind. The Shaolin Warrior swiftly let the flaming ball, inches away, landed on his clothes when he slipped his body to the left.
Another follow-up was a flaming tiger with a unicorn hand furiously charged forward at him. Moreover, The living construct opened the fearless jaw as the prey was near its sight. Blue Winter calmly counter kicked the flaming tiger that almost landed the sharp, explosive claw.
The kick managed to send the living to construct above the air and Blue Winter immediately punched through inside the flaming tiger. Furthermore, the living construct was entirely conquered by the vicious icy swarms when he opened his fist in less than a second to make a frozen tiger sculpture.
Soon, the frozen sculpture shrank down to a floating icy orb that magically floated on Blue Winter's hand. The Shaolin Warrior gazed at the sky above, witnessing blazing sunlight bestowed upon him.
Seconds later of Blue Winter locked to the sunlight a thin flaming beam was blasted faster than the blink of an eye. The Shaolin Warrior swiftly threw one of the flying orbs to counteract the beam. Both attacks clashed and created a small explosion on above, decimating the two of them into nothing.
Another blasting beam emerged from the explosion and morphed into a giant dragon that opened the mouth for a big feast. Blue Winter heaved the last orb as an interceptor of the dragon's jaw.
Unluckiness soon fell down on the freezing orb fate when it trembled down to the dragon's fang, reduced to million snowy pieces flew to the sky. Thus, Blue Winter placed his tidy opened hand to block his chest while preparing an engulfing yellow aura fist.
Afterward, the fist willingly landed a punch to the open hand that silently echoed through the whole arena. The gripping hand grabbed a yellowish aura with an elastic surface similar to rubber and step by step being pulled away.
The dragon head construct got nearer to Blue Winter and prepared the crushing fang for another bite to his opponent. However, The Shaolin Warrior was unfazed by the towering construct, instead, he sighed a relief, exciting air
As the dragon fang was about to catch its immovable prey, an overwhelming, yellow light illuminated through the living construct head. A muscular yellow fist burst out on the construct forehands, causing it to be wiped away from existence.
Furthermore, the yellow fist flew like a rocket to space especially in the flaming sunlight, completing all the missing limbs of a naked human with a bald head. Thus, A yellow monk with all yellow color emerged and placed the front fist towards the enemies in front.
Sparror who was inside the sunlight began to raise his panic feeling as the monk moved very fast in his direction. The flaming twister bound his whole body, ate half of his limbs. But, the monk caught The Flaming Hero with a punch, preventing an escaping chance for him.
A side effect appeared which was a blinding light exploded in front of the injured Sparror. The explosion covered half of the arena above view and created a more shocking expression from the spectator side.
Southern Shield shockingly bit his lips in panic and raised his eyes in a petrifying expression. Moreover, The Arrogant Shaolin shakingly clenched his fist as a sweat nerve-wracking sweat dropped by on the forehead.
"I didn't believe this." He bickered within his mind in denial, "How could I be out of his league?"
"No, no, no" Southern Shield defied the previous statement, "I believed I could surpass Blue Winter. I already trained myself in the roughest method for five years, it shouldn't be a waste."
Mistress Foreseen glanced at her petrified Shaolin friends and gave a pity look towards him. She watched Southern Shield as he dropped a lot of shivering sweat the more time he spent as a spectator. The spectating activities continued as they watched Sparror motionlessly fall down to the ground, landing smoothly like a doll due to a flaming barrier reducing the painful impact.
As Sparror touched the ground, his yellow eyes dimmed like a broken lamp. The worse thing was his limbs barely made any sign of movement with such as the little twitching on the fingers, numb-like legs, and lastly, his upper body seemingly attached on the sandy ground as a sign of getting up couldn't be found.
"His new forms' attacks were much, much stronger and faster. He could even cancel my teleportation." Sparror commented through his mind in a tired tone, "I never really expected facing this guy unless there was…"
Sparror yellow eyes refueled the light by sharpening the stare until the dim was entirely gone. A lava molten beamed through his immobilized fingers as heating confidence was caught by The Flaming Hero.
"A reason." Sparror continued talking within his mind in a thrilling tone "And I think I figure out the way."
Blue Winter witnessed his opponent had fallen in defeat and calmly approached his landing direction. When The Shaolin Warrior had already reached the nearest distance of Sparror as he excitedly grinned at him.
"You are quite an exciting and fascinating opponent, Sparror." Blue Winter persuaded him before a taunt was released in a thrilling tone, "Therefore, come on get up, I want to see more of your potential."
Afterward, a bursting flame wave went up to the sky like a volcano explosion that towered Blue Winter. The Shaolin Warrior grinned in a challenging manner as his opponent surprisingly awakened from the defeated state.
Furthermore, the tower-shaped flaming wave started to morph a giant dragon arm with blazing sharp claws popped out. Giant dragon legs arrived by stepping the sandy ground and creating a hard-pressure wind that blew on Blue Winter.
A pair of gigantic, blazing bat wings spread ostensively to the sky. Soon, Sparror laid down presence was swallowed by the flaming twister, reducing him to a smithereens without any physical evidence left.
Instead, The Flaming Hero emerged inside the middle part of the towering flame that morphed into a sturdy dragonic body. A large dragon fang smoothly formed on the above part to connect all the limbs in a forging process in instance and an elongated tail with a spiky torch on the edge part.
At last, The living dragon construct was perfectly finished and freshly stood tall. The dragon bravely roared for a celebration of its birth. Sparror confidently glared upon the Blue Winter who was challengingly laughing in a short time as he was small compared to the dragon's enormous size that could reach half of the skyscraper building.
"Luckily, I still granted your wish," Sparror mumbled with a commanding voice announced through the whole arena like an announcement speaker
"Anyway, this match had improved more of my power mastery, Blue Winter." Sparror added in an exciting tone, "I am very thankful for it."
"You are welcome and I am humbly thanked for returning this form that had been buried since five years ago." Blue Winter thanked in an appreciative tone.
The Shaolin Warrior raised his clenching fist that was already very enthusiastic for landing another punch especially to a living dragon construct that stood upon him. Sparror kept his eagle eyes in check to the opponent with his vision remaining crystal clear even though he was inside the dragon's stomach.
They were now ready to settle the score or another round to determine the true glorious winner of this heating-up match.
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