My Personal Drive

Meanwhile, inside Mistress Foreseen room's, Hatoshi opened his eyes from another dreamland series very widely and quickly got up his upper body. His breathing became very hefty with sweats dropped by like rain and a raspy voice emerged in temporary times.

However, Hatoshi found a wonderful discovery within the temporary tiring situation, especially on the limbs. His arms and legs that were decapitated had returned to normal like before.

Moreover, Hatoshi lifted his used to be decapitated hand that convinced him to smile in gladness. Not only was the schoolboy brought back to safety from the time he was supposed to either die or be captured by Gunvalian, but his regeneration was also able to recover all the wounds he suffered.

His gladful happiness wasn't only enjoyed by himself, but a female figure that floated above the ground with the whole skin, transparent blue, and wore a hanfu. Hatoshi slowly glanced at the left, which caused him to raise his eyebrows in shocked seeing the person who may have accompanied on his resting time before furrowed down with regrets being held on the clenching fist.

"Mistress Foreseen, did you...die?" Hatoshi guessed with a regretful demeanor.

"No, no, I am just in ghost form." Mistress Foreseen cheerfully mumbled.

The regretful demeanor of Hatoshi was washed away by a smile of gladness, for instance, knowing the friend who saved his life was still in the living realm. But, the schoolboy also found oddness as he surveyed Mistress Foreseen up to down since her feets didn't touch the ground anymore.

"So, what happened to your physical body? Hatoshi asked in worried

Mistress Foreseen chortled with her thumbs placed under her, bluish ghostly lips. Furthermore, her voiced soothing echoed throughout the room in the new form, causing Hatoshi to raise his eyebrows in even more oddness.

"My physical body, as well as Blue Winter and Southern Shield who were in the recovery tank your metal friend provided right in the fighting room." Mistress Foreseen answered in a calm tone.

"I see, I see, it's quite a relief to hear and kinda sad too" Hatoshi mumbled in a gladful tone.

As the conversation continued, Hatohi dug up another oddity from Mistress Foreseen, but it wasn't based on her presence. Instead, she joyfully smiled at him especially in this kind of state where she literally became a ghost.

"Wait, sorry for asking this, why are….you happy in this kind of state?" Hatoshi nervously asked.

"Because I believed in hope that I would be alive again physically. Mistress Foreseen answered in a carefree tone "Maybe the simplest explanation is what you told me before when you temporarily lost your power in front of that Distrunian."

"Yes, if you didn't tell me that you will live, I wouldn't survive that technique in a literal way." Mistress Foreseen added.

Hatoshi nodded down his head and cheerfully grinned at Mistress Foreseen who tilted her head in a wondering expression. Hence, the schoolboy sighed in relief as he received news his hopeful thought was passed down onto The Female Shaolin.

"Well, that's pretty good then….I guess." Hatoshi exclaimed in joy-full, yet confused at the same time with his face slowly boiled into steaming red.

"Are you always like that, sometimes nervous, sometimes confident?" Mistress Foreseen politely asked.

"Yeah, I think it's because of my age and maturity too as well. I mean I am still having a hard time moving on from my parents' death or...not even ready yet to face a reality that I know I will die"

Mistress Foreseen rubbed her chin in a happy, yet curious look at Hatoshi who fell down in nervousness shortly before he sighed. Moreover, The Female Shaolin went closer and calmly sat beside him.

"Well in my eyes, you are one of the most mature people I have ever met in this kind of age." Mistress Foreseen tried to chant to him, "I am not trying to shame Southern Shield, however, he is an example of a person who fell down deeply to grieve for losing somebody he knew."

" If I was in a Southern Shield situation where he lost so many people he loves, I will try my best to move on from it," Hatoshi replied in a bitter tone.

"You are just strengthening the reason why I think you are a very mature teenage boy."

Afterward, both glared onto each other in either awkward, yet exciting things as they began to chuckle together. Moreover, Hatoshi and Mistress Foreseen embracingly chortled around the room.

A relief atmosphere came upon both Hatoshi and Mistress Foreseen as they slowly pitched down their laughter. Although they technically lost the battle, at least they all made it alive even though The Female Shaolin lost her physical presence.

While the laughing moment stopped, Hatoshi was frozen by the thoughts of his two friends such as Zero and Chemistra. Furthermore, he raised his eyebrows broadly that even caught Mistress Foreseen's attention.

"Wait, do you know what happened, Zero?" Hatoshi asked politely even though his eyes went up in a panic.

"Well, as for Zero…" Mistress Foreseen tilted her head to the left direction, "He just recently arrived at your left."

Afterward, Hatoshi quickly glanced in the same direction as Mistress Foreseen sight headed. Surprised eyes went up when he saw Zero steadily stood up with his hand being crossed in a stoic demeanor.

"So your dream of becoming a Superhero is already happened right Hatoshi or should I call, Sparror?" Zero spoke in a firm tone.

"Yeah, I expected you already figured out my secret identity," Hatoshi replied in a calm demeanor.

"Correct my old friend, I already knew that ever since I recovered you from the accident. Moreover, you couldn't survive that injury if Sparror didn't turn you into its host."

"I know, I know. By the way, do you know what happens to Chemistra?"

"She already went home earlier.

Hatoshi gave out a sigh of relief about his other friend Chemistra before he gazed at the left. Moreover, his eyes twitched in a little bit of sorrow, influencing his whole mind.

While Zero rotated his head at Mistress Foreseen who got up and slowly went further from his distance. The Ozmonian put down his brave-like, crossed arms as he furrowed the red eyes in gladness toward The Female Shaolin.

"Once again, thank you for saving my friend and the others," Zero spoke while nodding.

"You're welcome, Zero." Mistress Foreseen replied in a gladful tone.

"Anyway, as for the information about your recovery, Mistress Foreseen." Zero switched to another topic as his voice became chillingly deep, "The estimation is 1-3 months for regaining the full access of your physical body due to healing a curse is quite difficult for the healing tank.

"Pardon me, what is the meaning of….full access?"

Zero furrowed his eyes, "Regaining the control of your body."

The Ghost Shaolin dropped her jaw in nerve-racking eyes before she clenched her fist very tightly. Even the sorrowful Hatoshi started to glare at Mistress Foreseen in a sense of concern for her well-being as a spirit that forced itself not to enter the afterlife.

However, the sense of scare and fright was buried deeply with Mistress Foreseen letting out a single melodic whistle. Moreover, she shook her head while relentlessly chuckle as she gazed one more time with the transparent body that was similar to a hologram in Neo Tokyo.

"At least, I can regain my physical body back which is a good thing." Mistress Foreseen gladly mumbled.

"Besides, it's my fault for suddenly using the forbidden rescue technique without proper training." Mistress Foreseen added in a jolly tone.

"Understandable." Zero replied while regaining his cold gaze, "So do you still possess your teleportation and telepathy power?

"Only telepathy, but still not sure, and the worst thing I couldn't leave this place due to the curse."

Afterward, Mistress Foreseen turned her eagle eyes towards Hatoshi who was nodding down his head in sorrowfulness. Moreover, he clenched his fist at a picture of Yuna smiling. momentary appeared through his vision.

Mistress Foreseen took notice of her dear friend who was constantly falling in this kind of state, similar to a person that wanted to get out of this place. Especially with Hatoshi furrowed down and clenched his fist tightly.

"Yes, I can still read people's minds such as I know Hatoshi wants to leave this place, for of course meeting his...close friend, Yuna." Mistress Foreseen spoke out loudly as Zero rotated his scanning eyes towards Hatoshi who slowly raised up his head in surprise.

Nonetheless, Hatoshi embracingly rubbed his head back after his intention had recently been exploited. A sense of acceptance defeat was revealed through the schoolboy sheepishly chuckling throughout the room.

"Even without telepathy, I am already aware he wanted to meet his.....lifetime partner." Zero bittered.

"Hehe...yeah sorry for showing that kind of thing to you," Hatoshi replied in an apologetic tone.

Afterward, Zero offered an open hand that Hatoshi politely accepted with a forceful smile. The schoolboy regained his standing position due to the help of The Ozmonian lifting his whole body with ease.

Moreover, Hatoshi sighed in relief before he glared at Zero once again with a little spark of happiness within his eyes. The Ozmonian let go of the helping hand as tilted the metal head with a stoic, yet intimidating look.

"So, this most likely is the time you are going to leave right?" Zero asked in a chilling tone.

A flaming twister arrived from beneath Hatoshi as the schoolboy took a step back to ensure a clear transformation of his. Then, The flaming twister hovered around his human body till it turned into, tower-shaped blazing wave.

Thus, the flaming twister vanished in an instance without any traces and swallowed Sparror's whole body in an instance. Mistress Foreseen gave out her gentle smile at The Flaming Hero who had returned more optimistic than ever as he sluggishly glanced at her with a nod before he switched his attention to Zero.

"Yes, it is the time," Sparror said in a relaxing tone.

"Before you leave, I apologized that my plan totally failed and caused you to face Gunvalian alone till you almost died or worse being captured if Mistress Foreseen didn't rescue you," Zero spoke in a deep, pitty tone.

"Nah..it's okay. That's the responsibility I chose and I wished we can have more time to talk like we used to."

Nevertheless, Sparror hoisted the molten hand above his head to embrace the blazing presence of a twister beneath him. The Flaming Hero gave one last glance at Mistress Foreseen with the yellow eyes hurled with gladness.

"Mistress Foreseen, thank you very much for everything that you did today and I am sorry for turning you into this state," Sparror said in a soothing voice.

"You are welcome, Hatoshi and I will soon regain my physical form again." Mistress Foreseen replied in a cheerful voice as she respectfully bowed towards her new, closest friend who was about to leave the scene.

Therefore, Sparror nodded down as the blazing twister waved up to above like a volcanic explosion before it instantly dissolved into a million sparkles that would soon turn into nothing. His disappearance blessed a glimmer of hope as Mistress Foreseen closed her eyes

The humid night had arisen with a sleepy wind that flew across the whole Neo Tokyo city. After facing an uncontrollable and frantic situation for most of their days, the Neo Tokyo citizens could safely rest in each of their homes.

Yuna was also on the list of the citizens who already arrived at their home after spending a lot of time inside the evacuation room that was only filled with crying, screaming, and panicking. But, it also brought low happiness and calmness as she reminded the teenagers who were busy talking about the origin of the villain or even a chance that the heroes would.

As for now, Yuna was still wearing her high school uniform that remained clean and tidy like in the morning. On the school girl laps, there was a skeletal sword lying down that created an irresolute atmosphere through her locking gaze

"I am sorry again, I couldn't do it right now," Yuna murmured in a guilty tone, I was still overwhelmed by the thought of not killing him.

"For now, it's fine Yuna." A young male voice emerged within Yuna's throat as well as one of her pupils shining a sunny-yellow light. Moreover, the school girl's despondency expression was switched into a cold, apathetic gaze.

"Just a quick reminder, father's also suffering this dilemma too." The male voice presumed in a convincing tone, "You didn't have to be worried about that since there is still plenty of time to train.

"I know, I know, but..isn't it a perfect time to execute the ritual in your opinion?" Her soft feminine voice appeared once more as well as her deep sadness expression

"It's perfect timing since this is the most vulnerable state that Hatoshi had." Yuna brought back the cold demeanor, male voice, "Unfortunately, your feelings and connection with him prevent it.

Afterward, the yellow eyes dimmed out like a lamp that was out of a battery in sudden terms as Yuna hearing clicked a sound of the house ball that echoed through her bedroom. The skeletal katana was incinerated by darkish, blue flame, for instance before she got up in uncontrollable joy.

Meanwhile, Hatoshi in his human state reappeared right at the front door of his close partner's house. A sharpened sorrowfulness clouded the school boy's expression as he gazed down.

His fists unsteadily clenched as Hatoshi caught a glimpse of memories in the most horrific moment in his Superhero life. A horrific moment when the schoolboy lay down helplessly on the bloody ground with two decapitated parts.

That moment was soon erased by a white light of comfort with Hatoshi raising his eyes to witness the door being opened, revealing Yuna with a cherished smile as she was freshly woken up from the morning. Without any hesitation, he rushed to her and caught her with a gentle hug on the back.

Thus, Yuna hugged back at her close partner softly and gently, especially when she closed her eyes the more her frail body bumped closer to Hatoshi's skin. After they departed from each other due to today's Superhero activities, they reunited once again on this slumbering night.

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