Dazzling dark orange sunlight freshly shone across the entire sky scenery as around an hour had passed. Boisterous winds and airs gushed altogether on every available area of the abrasive area of the Rising Sun itself, bestrewing the soothed calmness toward all of the citizens below.
A spacious landscape covered by dancing green grasses also received the pleasant touch of sunlight alongside the blowing winds. More specifically, the wind past by the pair of tiny two tombstones silently prolonged their time to rest even though there were five people who became the afternoon visitors.
The current visitors included Yuna and Hirata who stood behind the other three Akarui Household Members who were in front of the tombstones, belonging to the long-gone parent of Hatoshi. While the other three household members were Hatoshi in the middle, Chisato standing on the left, and lastly Sasaki taking the spot on the right.
Furthermore, Hatoshi folded both of his hands in a praying demeanor and closed his eyes after he already placed a group of flowers on each of the tiny pots standing on the tombstone. Then, the schoolboy began to kneel on both of his legs and lifted his praying hands close to his forehead.
Chisato briefly landed a patting hand on her nephew's shoulder as he continued the flow of the praying, painting a look of pity on her entire face. Sasaki also mournfully closed his eyes and bowed his head, smoothly joining the praying alongside the schoolboy who slowly retrieved away his praying hands.
Then, the praying reached the conclusion Hatoshi decided to get up his feet into an affirmed standing position and followed by Sasaki who raised his head, switching his glance onto his nephew. A smile of admiration forcibly unveiled on Sasaki's lips as he tenderly bumped his grip onto the schoolboy's shoulder.
"Your parents are now very much proud of you, Hatoshi," Sasaki said with a contented tone, forming close lips smile as the schoolboy steered his wandering gaze at him and continued, "Proud with their son had become a great Superhero who successfully stopped many crimes only in a year."
Chisato proudly nodded and remarked, "Yes, Hatoshi, Neo Tokyo can now have a long peace because of you and the others too."
"Especially your mother," Chisato stated cheerily and closed her eyes in a slightly timid before she confessed, "If she's still alive and sees her son become a hero, she will very much be gladful with you and put her support more than what I can do."
Hatoshi cleared his throat and uttered with slight nervousness as he turned his sight onto the left shortly, "Oh…I hope so."
"Hey Aunt Chisato, you don't have to say that," Hatoshi blurted out a polite reminder, "Your support right now is already enough for me and I'm always gladful for it."
Chisato sighed in relief and shook her head, "Ah…you always love to say those kinds of things."
As the three household members remain standing in front of the gravestone, sudden yellow flashes shone in Yuna's eyes. A perturbed, yet untraceable presence appeared behind the schoolgirl's back as she endured the shivers through her legs, biting her agitating lips and blinking her eyes in order to fade out the yellowish flashes.
"I had another question when do we begin our plan?" A deep male voice of her other self, Yuzu whispered through her mind, "It's been a year and the power of your lover is just getting stronger and stronger."
Yuna pondered her sorrowful eyebrows above and let out an utter within her mind, "I suggest waiting until there is a global Superhero problem such as the possible return of the Yokai Parade."
"Other than his highly adaptive power, I'm afraid his allies will most likely intervene in my plan such as The Onmyouji, Agano without even his consent," Yuna explained with a little bit of hesitation compressing her telepathic voice, "Because I know Hatoshi will try to solve the type of problem where it closely tied only by him or his dead parent, by himself."
"Also if there is a global Superhero problem, it's a higher chance his other Superhero ally not helping him," Yuna added, lowering her head and locking her gleeful eyebrows toward the schoolboy.
Yuzu exhaled a deep distorted sigh that streamed into Yuna's hearing and mumbled with an impressed tone, "I must say it's a legible argument. I am impressed you could come out with this kind of response."
"About Hatoshi, I heard you wanted to bring him into Yukishari Hills again tomorrow, right?" Yuzu asked with a bitter tone.
"Yes, Yuzu and please can you leave me for now," Yuna insisted, grasping a stern tone through her voice.
The interference of Yuna's other self breached its resolution with hefty wind fleeting from her back, regaining the placid mood of her surroundings with her blissful jiggle. The schoolgirl tilted her head to the left and fixated her awed glance on Hatoshi who recently wheezed out bothering thoughts.
Contented red flashes shone through Yuna's eyes like an uprising dawn sun the longer she glanced at her close partner, absorbing more of the sereneness. Regardless, the red flashes dimmed out from her eyes as the schoolgirl stroked her on the left to the back as she watched her close partner alongside the other two family members turn around.
The time of visiting the grave of the loved ones was almost reached its end period with Hatoshi and his foster parents heading away from the tombstones. The death of his real parents may still leave an everlasting scar on Hatoshi's soul, but a reposeful confidence shone into his beating heart as yellowish flashes shone within his eyes.
'Mom, dad, I'm going to try my best on ensuring the safety of Neo Tokyo and Rising Sun too.' Hatoshi proposed a resolute promise through his mind, flickering out the yellow flashes and firmly clenching his stammering fist as if he was trying to break the hard-shackling chain.
'I still remember I sacrifice the chance of meeting you again on another side just…because for the sake of a second life opportunity,' The schoolboy mumbled with a tiny spark of uncertainty that transpired within him.
An assured look unveiled on Hatoshi's face as he darted his eyes toward his close partner from afar and absorbed the encouragement to head forward by speeding up his stepping feet. A jaunty mood arose inside the schoolboy's beating heart and let out a burst of blissful chortle, getting closer to proposing the confession regarding the current status of his Superhero life within his mind.
'But now, I realize the true reason and it's right there," Hatoshi said, sharpening his gleeful glance at his close partner.
A day has passed and bright yellow afternoon sunlight broadly cast across the entirety of Neo Tokyo's clean sky. The afternoon sunlight also broadcasted the majority area of Masafumi Highschool, especially the outside spots filled with a crowd of students spending their time having lunch and finishing their homework.
A bulky and sturdy single Sakura tree standing in the school area became the seating spot for the two high schoolers, both Hatoshi and Yuna as they leaned their tiring backs at the tree stem. The high schoolers locked their captivated gaze on the active silver laptop sitting on top of the schoolboy's lap, especially with them mesmerized at the presentation being shown from the shimmering screen.
A black-and-white outline picture of the muscular bearded man embedding a bulky clean armor on his entire body. Two of his unyielding grips held pair of weapons such as a heavy axe with a harrowing demonic face on its blade and an enlarged hammer with a head that had a wrathful skeleton emblem attached to the middle.
"Making another original artwork again, Hatoshi?" Yuna asked with an intrigued tone, pushing closer her glance onto the screen.
Hatoshi jiggled in an enlivened demeanor as he moved the bluish arrow shape icon onto the left eye of the artwork by sliding his finger to the above left on the neon-blue cursor. Then, he revolved his fascinated glance onto his close partner's intrigued glance and merrily unfolded an exhilarated grin.
"Yeah, Yuna. I'm just eager on trying new stuff and theme too for my drawing." Hatoshi explained relaxedly, "I meant I've been drawing about Superhero stuff for a couple of months and it can make me burnt out."
Yuna hummed and guessed, "Is that the main reason you decided to choose a medieval theme right now?"
"Of course yes, Yuna," The schoolboy uttered joyously and continued as he took a brief look at the picture once again.
"The aesthetic of the armor, the old-school atmosphere, and the magical things it part of the reason," Hatoshi explained.
Yuna spread out a soft burst of giggle and said, "Quite makes sense, especially with your Superhero form similar to a medieval knight,"
"Well…for that," Hatoshi gladly reassured, "I chose Sparror to look like a medieval knight because…I just think it looks cool and suitable with his fiery theme."
Unfortunately, the conversation met a sudden interruption with the vibrating ringtone cried out within the pocket of Hatoshi's uniform. He quickly grabbed the ringing object which was none other than his red casing phone from the clutches of his pocket and hoisted it in front of his gaze.
A hefty sigh was swiftly breathed out from his throat after the schoolboy's eyes caught the white letters foretold the name, "Misaki" on the screen of his phone. The schoolboy closed his smiling lips and switched his glance toward her close partner who opened up an assertive furrow.
"Sorry, duty call," Hatoshi spoke sedately, enlightening the yellowish lights through his rigid eyes and flickering the tiny torch on his right forehand.
"It's okay and good luck on there, Hatoshi," Yuna cheered, placing her gentle finger on his forehand and extending her jolly grin that unfolded her lips as she was about to witness a sudden departure from her close partner.
Around thirty minutes passed, and a human-size fiery twister took the spawning spot on the rooftop of the yellowish towering building with an enlarged horizontal, holographic board. A billboard that was patched in the middle of the building showed an advertisement clip of the lemonade bottle whirling on top of the milk pool.
The other two heroes of Neo Tokyo, Chemistry and Agano alongside his bulky robot, Ryuzen rotated their observative glance onto the back, watching the fiery twister dissolve. The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo, Sparror miraculously resurfaced his physical form from the ashes of the twister.
"You finally came, Sparror," Agano greeted his fellow fiery ally with a deep-pleased tone and switched his glance onto the back. More precisely, the afar right spot where the bombarding explosion soared into the other heroes' ears.
The Flaming Hero nodded his head and headed to the right in unperturbed confidence, elevating both of his armored arms. Pair of fiery torches ignited on top of his opened palms as he gazed at the view below, raising his right arm and embarking the yellowish lights within his gleaming eyes.
"ZURYAH!!" The Flaming Hero grunted, propelling his blazing forward and completely commenced the today's heroic action.