A white triangular portal emerged from the room where Sparror was previously hospitalized and right now, he was sitting on the wooden floor with his red case phone in his grip. Then, Mistress Foreseen walked out from the portal with an irritated look.
An irritation caused by the last confrontation with Southern Shield who had a result of his ego got the best of him. The Flaming Hero stood up from the wooden ground and he witnessed the white portal vanish from his eyes.
"So, how's the talking with your step-parents?" Mistress Foreseen asked.
"Well...it was fine, I guess." Sparror answered in a little bit nervous, "But, sorry, I had to go around 15 minutes later."
"Good then."
Mistress Foreseen chuckled in relief, washing away the irritating feeling at the same time with a smile. While The Flaming Hero rubbed his back in tiny, worriedness still kept in touch by him.
"How about Southern Shield, is he getting better?" Sparror politely asked.
"Not at all. Mistress Foreseen bickered, "After he witnessed your great match with Blue Winter, he became worse that he decided to stay in the training room."
"I think the Xan Xiang tragedy was not the only factor that changed his attitude right, Mistress Foreseen?"
Mistress Foreseen crossed her hands and giggled in with a little spark of sadness, twinkled in her eyes. Sparror narrowly went down, the yellow eyes as The Female Shaolin seemingly agreed with his guessing about Southern Shield's rising arrogance.
"It is true, Sparror ." Mistress Foreseen in pity admitted and continued "He lost his lover and parent in that tragedy too."
"I see, but there is still a hope to get through it right, Mistress Foreseen?" Sparror asked in a concerned tone.
A brief pause was made by Mistress Foreseen closing her lips in resilience as the thoughts of Southern Shield arrogant smug invaded her wind. Moreover, she strugglingly sighed before she glanced at The Flaming Hero in a pessimistic stare.
"Hope to change into a better person is always there." Mistress Foreseen stated, "However. it will not be there if that person refuse to change. I fear Southern Shield is that kind of person.
"Well, I did understand not all people had a will to change when tragedy impacts their life." Sparror seemingly agreed before he shared his optimistic thoughts, "But at least, there was an attempt to help them in a better way."
Mistress Foreseen sheepishly chuckled towards Sparror and her eyes were illuminated by a soothing white light, indicating she activated her telepathy power once more. The Flaming Hero pinned his aware eyes onto The Female Shaolin that will soon get another information within like an open book.
"I indeed agreed." Mistress Foreseen relaxingly exclaimed, "You also need time to rest too from the Superhero World, Sparror."
"Ah...you sure with that?" Sparror hesitantly replied and guessed, "You mean, I didn't have to join tomorrow's meeting, right?"
"Correct guess again."
"Remember, you did a very great job convincing Blue Winter to come back to his old self and convince your friends to make an alliance with us. Mistress Foreseen added in advising demeanor, "However, you are still 15 years old and your emotional capability might not be as strong as the other heroes. So, I advise for tomorrow, spend time with your stepfamily and of course, your close partner that may help you."
The Female Shaolin slowly approached him and patted on Sparror's shoulder. Therefore, The Flaming Hero could feel a solace wind flowing through his veins. A gentle inner peace that made him close his yellow eyes.
He may get a lot of patting on the shoulder by his heroic friends, but this one gave a warmful joyfulness that reminded him of a memory in the past. Especially the time his mother gave a gentle smile and patted his shoulder whenever he finished his drawing.
"Great job, Hatoshi, but...you have to get some rest. So you can wake up fresh tomorrow."
The advisory words that made him missed more with his mother who had left him for a long time. The flash of memory soon faded away and Sparror received a soothing comfort through his yellow eyes.
Sparror soothingly gazed upon the hand that left his shoulder in serene as Mistress Foreseen walked past him. The Flaming Hero turned around his full attention towards The Female Shaolin.
"Well, I guess...I will try your suggestion." Sparror said in a soothing tone and sheepishly chuckled.
Mistress Foreseen and Sparror locked their relaxing, yet comforting eyes towards each other as their small conversation came to an end. The Flaming Hero was ready to enjoy his nighttime with his stepfamily who had been by his side after his parents died and Yuna who has been accompanying him for a very long time.
Several minutes had passed, the heroes from Neo Tokyo already left the Shaolin temple from a quite long meeting about finding an effective way to defeat the upcoming Distrunian threat. They were now landed on Chemistra secret base and Sparror had left his fellow heroic friends earlier.
Chemistra took her comfy metal seat while rubbing her chin for further possibility thinking. While Zero crossed his arm and tilted down his sight onto the metal ground.
"Based on observation, Sparror was still in fine condition." Zero stated, "So he should join tomorrow meetings."
Chemistra shook her head in annoyance who made Zero gaze in curiosity. A bothersome facepalm was initiated to cover her irritating looks towards The Ozmonian.
"Yeah, but mentally no." Misaki grunted before she let out her argument, "He is still 15 years old."
"You probably know who he is right?" Misaki added in a guess.
"Precisely, yes." Zero answered in a flat tone, "I knew that Sparror is 100% Hatoshi when I tried to recover his accidental injury."
"Throughout my existence, Hatoshi has always been a hard-working and calm person at the same time." Zero added in gladful bitterness, "So, that's how I saw him."
Chemistra tapped her mask left jaw and created a reaction of white light engulfed within his metal suit. The metal helmet melted like a corrosive liquid even though it slowly gave a glimpse of her human face.
Zero glared in sharpened, observant eyes towards Misaki who recently had her face cleaned from the metal suit. A curiosity within The Ozomonian eyes soon flared out as The Chemist would give out a continuation of her argument.
"Yes, I am aware of that." Misaki exclaimed in pity, "But, deep inside, a teenage human doesn't have the same capability as an adult, especially in handling tough situations and...emotion of course."
"Emotion, quite debatable." Zero replied, "That's the reason you wanted to cyberize yourself after your mother's death"
Misaki tilted down her head in a deep, furious aura within her eyes and she harshly clenched her fist until a cracking sound was made. Zero awareness raised with his friends hidden kept boiling up.
Misaki's cold gaze was slowly lifted up at Zero who showed a blank, yet chilling stare upon her. She strugglingly gritted her teeth for not letting her anger overflow and The Ozmonian just calmly watched her.
"I indeed wanted to cyberize myself completely." Misaki proclaimed in deep anger, "However, the time is not yet to come."
"Do you think, Sparror should follow your method of handling emotion?" Zero asked in an intrigued tone.
"Never!."
Zero noticed his dear friend's almost fiery anger toward him after he asked a lot of questions that only boosted up her anger. The Ozmonian rubbed his chin to find an effective way to cool off her head and he got the idea by widening his red eyes.
"Discussing another topic would most likely cool off your head," Zero spoke in a chilling tone.
"Sure." Misaki replied in a more soothing voice even though her angry face was still kept intact and she continued by asking, "So, did you already find another way of defeating The Distrunian?
"For now I did find it."
"The Distruption Hand Blade wasn't it?" Misaki guessed.
"Precisely correct."
Misaki gave one last cold stare before a conservative joined the scene. Moreover, tonight's conversation between The Ozmonian and The Chemist would soon be prolonged.
A freezing night around the period of nine o'clock blew a wavering wind towards Heiwa Cafe. The small cafe service time was over as there were no more customers left. Only, the staff who wore a brown uniform and choco brown apron that had a Heiwa Cafe mascot in the middle, also black pants, were busy cleaning the leftovers from the wooden circular table.
The tiring night had made their eyes go red after there were so many plates, glass, and cups on the table that they must clean. Except for Yuna who still kept a fresh spirit like in the morning as she carried the leftovers with a circular tray that had a blue line on all over the edge part went out from the kitchen door.
Her cheerful smile was still by her side as she was ready to take a lot of leftovers on the table near the glass door. Yuna placed the tray on the table, swiftly gripping empty cups and icy glasses. As the cups and glasses were placed on top of the tray, a blue aura on the tray surface illuminated beneath each of the leftovers.
Afterward, Yuna easily lifted up without any problem as the leftovers weren't given any sign of falling or even shaking due to the blue light presence. As she was about to deliver the tray to the kitchen room, Yoshida began to watch her like a lustful predator after he finished cleaning the table.
As Yuna walked past him, Yoshida committedly tried to make an attempt to slap the schoolgirl butt in a right opportunity. Fulfilling a pervy imagination was the only thing to make a good night for The Pervert Waiter.
However, his perverted act was failed misaberely with Yuna swiped away her sliding kick until he fell down to the floor due to the single kick crumbled his balance. A heavy fall sound rang throughout the room and became the center of attention of the busy staff as The Pervy Waiter hurtfully gritted in a lying down.
Yoshida embarrassingly grunted with the staff laughed in a mocking tone and Yuna grinned in satisfaction of tripping him down with ease. Worst night yet to come onto The Pervy Waiter after he failed to fulfill his perverted imagination.
"Thank you for making me satisfied, Yoshida." Yuna sarcastically commented as she left him with a high pitch giggle.
"DAMN IT!" Yoshida shouted and slammed down his angry hand onto the ground.
A few minutes later, Yuna had already finished her cleaning duty and bid a farewell with the other co-worker with a cheerful smile as they slowly disappeared from the right side. A lukewarm air was received by the schoolgirl.
It gave a chilling freshness with a sigh of relief before she was going to witness the nocturne moonlight. A night light that comfortingly closed her eyes to get a grasp of relieving enjoyment.
Suddenly, a sound of a single car horn shouted onto her, causing her to open her eyes and nodded down. Her eyes glared at the sedan car usually carrying the Akarui, parked in front of her.
The back seat door was opened and revealed Hatoshi, who was now sporting a red jacket and long jeans headed towards his close partner's direction. Hirata, Chisato, Sasaki watched from inside the car as the schoolboy met Yuna once again.
Although Hatoshi's step-parents showed reassurance or gladness through their smile as Yuna comfortingly hugged Hatoshi, Hirata didn't give the same reaction compared to both of them. Instead, she just shook her head in a little spice of annoyance seeing his cousin have a serene time with the close partner.
"Okay, they hug, kiss and boom, sleeping together." Hirata sarcastically bickered, "Let's just hope they didn't initiate the first night."
A bright idea was caught by both Chisato and Sasaki at the same time, with widened eyes. They locked their wandering eyes towards Hirata who recently just gave a clue for their next plan for Hatoshi. A plan that caused Hatoshi's cousin to furrow her eyes in bothersome.
"Okay then, Chisato, let's just let Yuna stay at our house for now." Sasaki spoke in a relaxed tone, "Since he is quite stressed with a lot of school assignments and the weird meeting with either President's daughter or his old friend, Zero.
"Yeah, that's a good idea too." Chisato agreed before she thanked her daughter, "Thank you for suggesting it, Hirata."
Hatoshi's step-parents nodded in agreement for the next thing they would do to relishing Hatoshi stressful life. While Hirata gazed in speechless expression as she ventured in confusion onto her parents who recently found a good idea from the sarcastic bickering.
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