Motivation to Fight The Impossible

Without holding back, Sparror raised his commanding hand for the dragon construct to unleash a scorching flaming blast from its fang for an instance, upon Gunvalian. The Distrunian response was rushingly leaped off with his sword ready to swing.

Thus, Gunvalian was pounded to the crystalized ground by the charging blast and in less than a second, the blast furiously morphed up into a flaming tower that contained a very wild movement. The Distrunian could feel the burning pressure, but this time he was able to steadily stand up.

The burning tower soon dissolved, faster than a second could reach and Gunvalian got a relief, fresh air from outside. However, The Distrunian received a blazing, colossal hammer smashed that fell down like an airplane.

The surrounding ground wide spreadly cracked a spiderweb-like line with the powerful force the hammer gave. Gunvalian himself began to cough the jaded blood on the mouth as he felt his body was immobilized for a while.

The more construct being released, the more energy that Sparror lost with his half of the face was turned into a flaming sparkle. A flaming sparkle flew away freely to the sky above and revealed his clean human face that showed a grin of excitement against this fight.

Furthermore, Sparror laughed in a crazy-like demeanor especially when he raised his molten hand again for the dragon construct to easily dispatch the hammer grip from it's head. The head instantly morphed into a giant flame ball that brought a massive explosion towards Gunvalian in less than a second.

The Distrunian felt his body motionlessly trembling on the fiery ground as the explosion presumed before the green barrier enveloped his body enlightened a blinding, jade light. It made Gunvalian stand up once again as if the explosion was like a tickle with the strong resistance being blessed by the barrier.

But, repetitive things happen again due to the explosion vanishing for an instance, without leaving a specific trace and he witnessed the hammer handler morphed into a flaming jet that approached him at lightning speed. Gunvalian failed to grasp a means of escape as the plane hit him right on the face first.

Therefore, a flaming wave was spawned after the plane tributed its existence and the wave went up to meet the sky above while giving out a burning torment towards The Distrunian. It also happened to Sparror too after he summoned the airplane due as his armory hand dissolved into hundreds of flaming sparkles scattered around onto the above.

Hence it revealed his fresh, human hand that gave Sparror a sigh of worriedness, a shining realization of his power couldn't be with him anytime soon. But in a nick of time, a confident grin appeared on his half-human lips, quickly washing away any worry or pessimistic thought.

His confident thought swiftly pushed his hand to make the dragon leap off by spreading its wings above. The blazing wings soared upon Gunvalian who was recently freed from the burning torment due to the flaming tower instantly dissolving into nothing.

A fiery excitement within Sparror eyes hurled down the molten hand that ordered the dragon to stomp The Distrunian. The blazing stomping by the dragon was successfully landed onto the helpless Gunvalian, creating a huge line of concrete damaged to the crystalized ground.

Then, the dragon hovered up to the sky above, leaving a giant foot mark and temporarily immobilized state towards Gunvalian. Afterward, the dragon let out a bursting, flame thrower blast upon The Distrunian who struggled to get up his body.

More attacks were furiously released, the more Sparror losing his armor part as the leg part began fully transformed into a flaming sparkle that flew above him, revealing his school pants. The Flaming Hero glanced at the sudden arrival of his human part that only let out a spark of confidence in a form of a smile.

A smile that he could make it alive in this kind of situation with Sparror ignorantly laughed throughout the construct. Burden and hopelessness failed to influence The Flaming Hero as long as his power still accompanied his sides and firmly raised his confidence for the dragon majestically spread out the blazing wings towards the opponent.

Being slammed and burned to the ground continuously already made Gunvalian pain tolerance raised up due to any sign of twitching or gritting that was no longer seen. Instead, The Distrunian gazed at curious looks of how long he would stay inside the tormenting, flame wave.

Luckily, the flaming wave just like other attacks Sparror thrown at him vanished without leaving any physical trace. Hence, Gunvalian was able to see the refreshing outside view, especially on the dragon above, shone brighter than the sunlight.

The Flaming Hero unyieldingly crushed his molten hand in a sudden term, dissolved the armory hand to reveal his still fresh, human hands. Therefore, the dragon made the last roar before it was completely consumed by the scorching flame that was similar to lava.

Gunvalian planted his sword for lifting the seemingly steel-heavy body to get a steady, standing position. The dragon in boiling thrill, finally decided to launch the light colossal body that was completely engulfed by a molten-like falling comet, leaving Sparror with half of his body revealing the human appearance, slowly hovered down to the ground as if he had a parachute.

Another time for Gunvalian to helplessly encountering the devastating, burning had arrived as the meteor-like dragon touched even inches away from the ground, creating a scorching reactionary explosion. The hefty pressure-flow inside the explosion forced The Distrunian to plunge his sword deeply to the ground and acted as the stabilizer for his body.

Each flaming pressure he received, it shattered the enveloped green barrier, piece by piece. However, Gunvalian sheepishly chuckled as he leaned his resting head on the sword's handler.

Even worse, The Distrunian started to continuously cough blood from his mouth that was immediately being closed by the bare hand for a while. As the coughing stopped, Gunvalian let his eyes stumbled onto the open hand that revealed his own, jade blood before he wiped away the remaining blood with his knuckle

Afterward, Gunvalian playfully smirked as the fiery explosion kept blinding his vision that he closed his eyes in a calm, yet accepting demeanor. An acceptance of being trapped in a tormenting flaming wave.

While Sparror who recently landed on the ground called forth his tight fist that still had the armor to the sky. He gazed at the explosion wave that was towering him with an unyielding smile of assuredness victory would fall to his hand.

Moreover, Sparror gleefully laughed and shed tears of pride, yet sorrowfulness at the same time. Thus, the final decision of The Flaming Hero was made when he lowered down his gripping fist.

The soaring flaming wave instantaneously transformed into a decimating explosion that blew the surroundings like a nuclear bomb with a blazing, mushroom head smoke emerging within the ground. A pounding wind blew away onto Sparror till the leftover armor decomposed into a flaming sparkle, revealing the whole human body to the world.

The power of Sparror has temporarily left Hatoshi like a battery that already reached its limit. The schoolboy tremblingly knelt down to the ground pridefully laughed and shredded a waterfall of tears for his achievement.

An achievement about defeating Gunvalian with all of his power till it blew the last breath, brought him completely to his human form. Hatoshi rubbed the rough ground with his bare hand in uncontrollable gladness as tears began to drop rapidly.

Tears that brought him soothing, yet refreshing atmosphere and he sheepishly whimpered before lifting up his head. However, the celebration didn't end on a good note for Hatoshi as all of sudden, he received a kick right on the jaw.

A hefty kick that flung Hatoshi far across like a lifeless doll due to when the kick hit him on him, he just flew away without any resistance. Nonetheless, The school boy landed on the ground near the hologram with devastating shocked eyes.

More likely, the worst possibility he buried deeply within the mind, had finally come alive. Gunvalian bravely stood up from across him and slowly headed towards him in a widened, crazed eyes of curiosity.

Hatoshi regretfully glanced at the large barrier vastly shrunk down and in less than a second could reach it, it changed into a green flying orb that flew upon Gunvalian hands who got closer. Hence, the school boy in horror, shut his eyes from the reality that he faced, a horrible one indeed.

The reality of him facing Gunvalian without any of his Sparror power was tormentingly brought upon Hatoshi as whimpered in despair. While, The Distrunian already arrived and awaited his next move by tilting his curious eyes.

The sense of fear, despair, and sorrow feelings captured by Yuna who was seemingly hopeful was turned into a worry. Inside the crowded evacuation room was quite hectic for her with various screams of panicked citizens, but these feelings belonged to someone she knew very close that she captured by her pounding heart, convinced her to drop a line of tears the more she endured the suffering that feeling brought on her.

Therefore, Yuna closed her eyes and clapped her hand in a praying demeanor. A prayer for a ray of hope and safety would arrive to that person who kept falling down to the path of sorrow.

A heavenly light shone upon Hatoshi who headed towards the towering and shining, white door with enlightened golden Kaji on top of the soothing golden cloud bridge he walked on. The golden kaji spoke the two names of a familiar person that Hatoshi lost almost decades ago, "Hiroto Akarui and Kumiko Akarui".

The unyielding tears began to rapidly fall down like a raindrop from Hatoshi's eyes, the closer he stepped forward to the door. The schoolboy whimpered in uncontrollable happiness to meet his parents once again as he heaved a knocking hand.

Second chance of living had burned his mind with a lot of burdens that made Hatoshi want to meet his parents once again, especially with the knocking hand an inch closer on the door. It even spawned an image of both of his parents, smiling at him in gladness, and his mother that pleasantly gave out a hug when he saw her.

Till all of sudden, Hatoshi felt a silent, yet firm pat on the left shoulder that shockingly froze him like a statue. The schoolboy bit by bit turned back and frowned at an unexpected presence, it was his own Superhero identity, Sparror came face to face in his naked eyes.

It brought a shivering atmosphere through Hatoshi's eyes and spine when he met Sparror who only looked at him in concerned eyes as he let go of the patting. The Flaming Hero pointed at the white gate that shook his head in a disagreement.

Hatoshi was unyieldingly stunned as he glanced at the white gate and tremblingly clenched his fist. The schoolboy indeed wanted to join on their his parents resting place, but Sparror presence foretold the otherwise.

Nonetheless, Hatoshi turned around towards Sparror with his whimpering eyes and apologized in a respectful bow. The Flaming Hero politely shrugged off with his own host attitude before he sighed in relief.

While Hatoshi got up his body from bowing, Sparror gently patted onto his shoulder with the molten hands and called forth, a blazing twister from beneath the ground. The Hero and the host vanished, for instance, leaving the white gate in a resilient atmosphere.

After the temporary visit of Akarui's resting gate, both Sparror and Hatoshi arrived at an empty black space by tributing the flaming twister existence. The black space only contained sorrowful loneliness especially with the atmosphere brought upon them.

Sparror glanced at his host who was still kept in touch in a sour conservative demeanor as he kept whimpering. Moreover, Hatoshi remained to capture the sadness of missing the chance of reuniting with his parent through his gloomy eyes.

Hatoshi deeply sighed in relief before he cheerfully smiled at his alter ego. Sparror chuckled and nodded in acceptance with his host that already tossed aside the yearning feeling in a form of a wide smile.

Therefore, an ocean blue light emerged within the darkness of the room, and both of their eyes were harmlessly pierced by the light. Furthermore, Hatoshi and Sparror just witnessed the serene blue house door appear with a grass green kanji written all over, in front of their unprepared sight.

"In order to get out, please tell me your motivation to become a Superhero in the form of drawing." The Kanji warned throughout for those who saw its tranquil, yet commanding presence. Hatoshi firmly glared at his alter ego who replied to him with a sure nod, believing he could solve this problem with ease.

Thus, Hatoshi took a step forward in front of the door and picked up the coal drawing pants from the left pocket. As the schoolboy was near the blue door, a neon light in the shape of blue paper blindingly arose through his eyes that made him raise his blocking arms.

The light immediately stopped illuminating as Hatoshi put down his hand and met at a piece of white paper, calmly pinned on the door without any nail. Instead, it was being held with an electrified, lime blue aura for letting it stick.

As a result, the drawing section began with Hatoshi starting to make a tidy drawing line on the paper. Sparror enthusiastically watched him from behind as the schoolboy easily finished his drawing in less than a second.

It felt Hatoshi only just dropped a single ink that magically brought a well-completed artwork even without any misses being found due to the rule inside this realm or the schoolboy got a sudden power boost from unknown forces. Either way, his presentation artwork was done: A black and white, planet earth with a detail resembling the real one.

Hatoshi took a step back and exhaled the burdening air away with a sheepish chuckling towards the door, for the answer he gave. However, it wasn't suitable with the school boy's enthusiastic expectation as the earth drawing began to be incinerated by the blue light in a blink of an eye, leaving the paper in a clean blank.

The schoolboy rubbed his cheeks and nodded down as he ventured the suitable answer for his next drawing. A glimpse of both of his parents smiling popped out inside his mind, but it was suddenly followed by a picture of his close partner, Yuna cheerfully smiling.

Hence, Hitoshi forcefully shook his head and tightly clenched his fist, similar to a person that tried to crush something. As he was already relieved, the schoolboy continued to draw once again.

Sparror steadily watched his host creating artwork for his parents in hopeful, yet half dubious at the same time. The Flaming Hero soon got a series of memory tapes of Hatoshi the more he observed him.

More specifically, the moment he spent time together with Yuna who indirectly comforting Hatoshi whenever he fell down in despair after facing either the most horrifying or just a simple rough time as Superhero.

As Sparror got out from the series of his lost memories, he glared at Hatoshi who recently finished a black and white outline of his parents right on the door. Moreover, the artwork of his parents willingly let out a relief smile which made the schoolboy sighed in calmness.

Unfortunately, like the previous artwork, the artwork of his parents was rejected by the closing door by incinerating it faster than the blink of an eye. Hatoshi shockingly frowned after he directly witnessed his parent artwork being erased.

The schoolboy put his head down as well as his hand that held the drawing pen in confusion. Moreover, his thoughts accidentally grabbed a picture of Yuna cheerfully smiling and giggled towards him.

Thus, Hatoshi turned around at the Sparror who had been awaiting him for opening the door in a patient demeanor. The schoolboy only speechlessly frowned at his own alter ego who stood beside a fiery version of his own close partner, Yuna.

It even duplicated her smile that shivered Hatoshi's spine with Sparror furrowed convincing eyes. At first, the schoolboy nervously swallowed his saliva before he whimpered with conflicted, closing eyes.

With a burden of honesty haunted Hatoshi, he finally let go by a single sigh of disappointment as he switched his attention towards the door. The schoolboy pushed his trembling hand that was similar to him lifting a heavy bag for only creating a single line on the white paper.

Therefore, he succeeded in landing a single drop of ink on the door, but this time was different from the previous one he drew. Hatoshi motionlessly watched as the ink in an instance drew the full body of Yuna's artwork especially when she wore a high school outfit.

As a result, the door shone a windy, blue light that blinded Hatoshi naked eyes, causing him to tightly close his eyes either on the saturating light and the gust of wind. While Sparror just only sighed in acceptance towards his host that succeeded in opening the door of his motivation.

Hatoshi who was still fell into an abyss of disbelief just motionlessly stood right at the opening a blurry view of the outside world after the pressure of either the light or the wind gone. The schoolboy clenched his fist as he shockingly chuckled towards the outside view and tears of acceptance dropped by.

Hatoshi immediately washed away his sadness before he put down his hand and revealed an uncontrollable craze, yet confidence at the same time. Especially on accepting the reality of his true motivation.

"I see, I see." Hatoshi uttered in a raspy voice.

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