Awakening Conversation in The Morning

Ding Zui temple was a towering, four stories crimson temple with each balcony had pairs of a golden dragon statues and the jade rooftop that similar to a dynasty era castle, stood above a sub-zero, bluish icy ground like a corpse of birds, squirrels, and rats laid down on the ground with their bodies imprisoned by an iceberg-like shell. A glacial wind also passed by the temple and spawned an icy swarm that corrupted a lifeless tiger, laid down in the face of agony as the freezing shell bit by bit swallowed its body.

Although the outside was filled by a freezing diorama of corpses, the Ding Zui temple didn't get affected by the morning, a blizzard-like wind with the whole building interior was shiningly clean and even a glimpse of swarming ice wasn't present. Moreover, each of the winds passing the temple was nullified in an instant due to the constant golden aura illuminating through the whole building that acted as a barrier.

While the continuous nullifying activity occurred, Mistress Foreseen chillingly stood on the fourth-floor balcony with a soothing smile. The Ghost Shaolin glared upon the warming, orange dawn sun that slowly emerged and slowly hovered up to reach the light.

Furthermore, Mistress Foreseen smoothly inhaled the air as if she was still in her human form even though in reality, the air passed by her intangible body. Relaxation and alleviation were combined into one singular feeling for The Ghost Shaolin the more she flew away like a spirit that was ready to enter the afterlife.

However, Mistress Foreseen had stopped the floating moment when she opened her eyes and let out a welcome smile with the presence of a familiar person. That person was none other than Southern Shield who swiftly approached her and his appearance was different than the usual.

Rather than wearing only long pants, Southern Shield wore a tight, pear-yellow Shaolin vest that had a rough surface similar to armor, six silver metal buttons that shine similar to a shiny pearl on the sea, and a tiny crimson dragon head on the above right side. On the back of his Shaolin vest, there was a clean artwork of a golden fist that tried to get on top like a champion that declared the wins.

Another difference in Southern Shield's appearance was the scaly surface on the golden shield that was safely held in one of his arms enveloped by a coal-black fingerless glove. Leaf-green long pants became a suitable choice to match up his new appearance.

Not only did Southern Shield appear completely different, but even his ignorant expression was also replaced by a gladful, yet prideful one at the same time. A serene aura could be grasped by Mistress Foreseen when she glanced at her fellow Shaolin changes.

"Even as a ghost, you still act like a human" Southern Shield bickered with a charmful tone, "How wonderful."

"I am glad to see you embracing the old self once more." Mistress Foreseen praised.

"Yes, after I continuously got beaten by Master Smiley Ice."

Jolly laughter emerged throughout the balcony from both sides and Mistress Foreseen took the win for the loudest laugh. Especially as the ghost, her voice distortedly echoed that pierced Southern Shield's hearing as he gritted teeth in a little bit of pain.

As the laughing section was over, guilt vastly painted Southern Shield's expression when he locked his stare at Mistress Foreseen. He gloomily furrowed down and clenched both of his fists that only raised a pity to look at The Ghost Shaolin.

"Southern Shield, I am still fine in this state and I will return to my human form again." Mistress Foreseen spoke in a cheerful tone.

"Of course, you would be back, but," Southern Shield replied in a struggling demeanor, "I still blamed myself for indirectly turning you into this state because…..I couldn't handle my grief in the proper manner."

"At least...the good thing is you succeeded ."

"That's not…..the point."

Afterward, Southern Shield threw the face of shame to the left side, avoiding his vision from Mistress Foreseen. The Arrogant Shaolin may regain the appearance of his old self that was supposed to be tossed aside by himself, but a sorrowful regret remained to ponder his thought. A regretted seeing his fellow friend turned into this kind of state that couldn't feel the morning air or constantly floating around as if she became the ghost that was roaming the temple forever.

"Any action always has a consequence, Southern Shield." Mistress Foreseen said in a joyful tone.

"And it's also my fault too for not mastering the forbidden rescue technique." Mistress Foreseen added, "Hence, that's the consequence I got, becoming a ghost."

A glimmer of relief outshone the repentance within Southern Shield as a confident smirk slowly appeared. Then, The Arrogant Shaolin bestowed his pridefulness in a form of chortling and a devilish smile that charmed Mistress Foreseen to let embrace sheepish giggling.

"Anyway, I am sorry to ask this, but did you still remember the Dominatrix's face?" Mistress Foreseen asked in an uneasy tone, "Because, it could be useful to track down our enemy since when I tried to rescue you and the others, I couldn't detect the enemies' presence or even a glimpse of their faces due to alien technology nullifier, something like that."

"I wished I could remember her appearance." Southern Shield coldly replied.

"Wait, you only remembered her voice, not even a slight appearance."

"Unfortunately, no."

"Her tormenting magical power covered all her physical appearance in my memory to the point that I only remembered being tormented by a shadowy figure." Southern Shield added in rising anger, "Hence if I met her again, she would pay for disrespecting my honor and humiliating me in the most horrific way that I ever felt.....BECOMING A PLEASURE SLAVE!!!"

A whimpering of wrath soon painted Southern Shield's whole face as his mind recollected all the moments of him being dominated by Doctress Domination, Licking her boots, being electrocuted by the whip, and the worst of all was the moment she almost succeeded in unleashing her ultimate move. All of those moments that rounded in his mind shattered into a million golden sparkles like glass when The Arrogant Shaolin raised the trembling, tightened fist precisely on his front sight.

Mistress Foreseen narrowly watched her fellow Shaolin veteran enduring the agonizing hatred with a wrathful gaze emerging within his eyes followed by a despairful line of tears rapidly falling down like rainfall to the cold, golden floor of the balcony. The Ghost Shaolin took a sigh as she flew closer towards Southern Shield who remained trapped by rage.

"Do you want to fight her now?" Mistress Foreseen asked in a concerning tone.

"Not now." Southern Shield chillingly replied as he wiped out his despairful tears and gazed up to the dawn sun, "There is still one obstacle left that I must face first myself."

Therefore, The Arrogant Shaolin sharpened his darting eyes towards the freshly orange dawn sun that warmly touched him through the light. Facing Doctress Domination again may bring him horrendous trauma into his willpower and mind, but his commitment said otherwise as a smile of pride entered the scene.

The late morning had arisen through a mid-scale restaurant with a sunflower petal yellow, stood tall in the middle of two large buildings, and watched a lot of people on the sidewalks pass by the restaurant. The restaurant itself had a unique feature which was a hologram mascot of a man that only wore a black Hakama and hovered down the wooden sword placed on the middle top.

The swordsman mascot's chest had an apple-red kanji that said, "Kagemusha Restaurant '' placed right on its chest and shone brightly like the morning sun. Moreover, this morning was quite busy and hectic not only on the sidewalk side but the road was filled by a bunch of electric vehicles in a tidy, straight line queue, the mascot sword gloriously smiling towards the crowds

Even though the outside became a busy place inside of the restaurant had a shiny, creamy wooden interior was relaxing and comforting. Especially on the two sides, the sofa-like seat and creamy colored table occupied by Makoto and Dr. Kiri.

While having a jolly conversation, they were accompanied by an enlightened wallpaper of a steady, swordsman mascot who stood above the ocean and attempted to draw its katana from its sleeve. The mascot man happily closed his eyes as the conversation presumed in a smooth pattern of happiness, yet disturbing at the same time due to Kiri giving a glimpse of a creepy grin.

"So that's the side effect of your torment, they would forget your whole appearance, only your voices, right?" The guessing sentence inside Makoto's word bubble popped out while joyfully chewing a slice of fried Katsu as a crunchy sound appeared.

"Yup, yup...yup." Kiri admitted in an alluring voice before a wide sinister grin took the central spot of her face, "That's what makes the agony more exciting, making the victims traumatized for the rest of their miserable lives."

"Very delightful to hear, Kiri." The newest sentence had finished its rolling section as an intriguing curiosity clouded Makoto's face after he finished chewing,

Today's breakfast was already exciting for Makoto as he took another bite of the crispy, chicken Katsu with the coal-black chopstick. A crunchy sound emerged once again when the chewing process began as well as The Distrunian closing eyes in a jolly demeanor that convinced Kiri to reluctantly smile. The Doctor pondered towards her close friend and tilted her head to the left before she sheepishly giggled.

"Enough talking about my old identity and now….let's start with you." Kiri spoke in an intriguing tone, "Is Tacrion your end goal after destroying Earth?"

Makoto slowly put his chopstick down as he finished swallowing the crunchy Katsu pieces and pleasantly smirked. Then, The word bubble rolled down another sentence like a slot machine that tried to find a jackpot as he glared at Kiri who locked her intriguing stare onto him.

"Yes it is." The word bubble had finished its rolling for the newest sentence in less than a second as Makoto gladfully chuckled. Destroying the Superheroes and Earth started to invade his mind, especially with the imagery of him standing on one of the falling buildings with Sparror and Zero's heads, hauled by each of his clutching hands.

As Makoto's mind stuck in the realm of imagination with a closed, humming mouth emerged within his expression, Kiri slowly painted a happy, yet perplexing look. The Doctor confusingly hummed before she cheerfully chortled as her eyebrows were widely raised up.

"So, so, you didn't decide to go there now because you wanted to see your prime self back and gloriously killed Sparror and the others before you blew up the Earth." Kiri guessed before a deep malevolent commentary took over, "Wow, you are one twisted and complicated man."

"No wonder, I love being by your side so much," Kiri added as she folded Makoto's hand that rested on top of the table.

Makoto stopped furthering his disturbing mind adventure as he glared at Kiri with a sinister smile. Hence, The Distrunian gently landed his other hand on top of her forehand and he could feel the creamy, yet soft skin of his future partner.

Unbeknownst to the villain who took their human disguises, The Grass Ninja with his whole body covered with an enlightened green aura watched them from on top of a restaurant rooftop across Kagemusa in a ducking position. Moreover, Tatsura was seemingly undetectable to the naked as his body became transparent like a chameleon.

Even a leaf-green light that illuminated through his eyes was undetectable and it gave him a clearer vision of the couple as if he was near them. The scoping eyes kept steadily observing the ongoing conversation that slowly brought a frightful frown towards Tatsuya.

"Come on, Tatsura, come on." Tatsura mumbled within his mind, "You had to do this, it's for honoring your father."

Tatsura began to take an almost soundless sigh and continued his sharp-shot eyes for further observation. Nervous and unsureness remained polluting his mind, but a single unwavering grip on one of his hands managed to hold back those feelings for not fully corrupting The Grass Ninja mindset.

Hence, Tatsura shook his head to regain a little spark of confidence for obtaining more information about his desirable target. However, Kiri's sense of being spied on kicked in when her eyes suddenly went up, and unnervingly gritted her teeth. Nonetheless, she remained calm due to her sight met with Makoto's calming expression.

"Anyway about your end goal, I talked with Jakon and he seemed pretty fine with his role." Kiri bickered in a worried tone, "Did he truly volunteer himself as the portal, I meant from your perspective, Makoto?"

The word bubble in blitz second finished its rolling section as Gunvalian surely nodded towards Kiri. "Yes, he indeed wanted to be the volunteer to be the portal because that's the only way to fulfilling his death wish in the most satisfying way possible,"

At first, Makoto directly gave a hesitant look, which raised Kiri's eyebrows in a little spark of pity. But, a relieving chuckle was swiftly being initiated by The Distrunian that resulted in forming a smile of acceptance and luring The Doctor to give out a sheepish giggle.

"You don't have to be concerned about Jakon. he chose this way and I knew at first it was hard to accept it. Eventually, that's his own choice since he should have been dead alongside my other squad decades ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard about your dead squad and used their body parts to create your prime self based on what Jakon told me." Kiri bickered, "Pretty honorable for a psychopath who wanted to destroy this planet."

The Distrunian serenely chuckled and exhaled a burdening air away to the whole room as the word bubble on top of his head declared a new roll and swiftly finished in a split second. "If it's in human terms I agree, but when it comes to Distrunian, it's only a normal thing or we don't really care much about it."

"Your race is literally a bunch of psychos that just love to slaughter everything," Kiri mumbled in a jolly tone.

"While you are a 100 years old woman that is still stuck in the 20 years old body and loves tormenting your victim in the most humiliating way possible. That's pretty much a high definition of a psychopath in human terms."

Afterward, they both fell down in joyful laughter with one another and Kiri's high-pitched voice was the loudest compared to the two. The loudness of her laughter shrieked through Makoto's ear as he snickered in annoyance.

Moreover, a word bubble quickly pulled down the roll for finding the newest sentence that would be a jackpot to counter Kiri's laughter. Not only the high pitch laughter made disturbance on Makoto's side, but even a tall, short black hair waitress with a Tulip white Haneri and long black Karate-like pants simpered.

"That's why I also had a thought of blowing up this planet." Kiri exclaimed in a soothing voice, "Just so, I could clean up my criminal record more easily and….the victim's close friends or relatives that had a grudge on me."

"I thought you enjoyed tormenting them. No wonder humans sometimes cannot be straightforward when it comes to the perception of their actions or simplest term dilemma." The rolling up for the new sentence was finished with Makoto giving out a pondering smirk.

"Yup,yup, that's why feeling and emotion can be very annoying." Kiri mumbled, "Even though I have been helping a lot of people as a doctor, in the end, I am just just a Supervillain because I just enjoy doing it."

"Moreover, a Supervillain that….might wanted to retire with her new partner." Kiri added with an arousing tone.

"Your arousing feelings always get the best of you, especially with me. Anyway, is there anyone right now, had a grudge against you?" Another new sentence was spawned within the word bubble as Gunvalian pondering eyes were locked at Kiri.

"Yeah, there is, I bet, but don't worry about that, I can handle this alone." Kiri bittered in an easy-going demeanor.

At first, Makoto gave an agitated look towards Kiri who closed her lips in a sorrowful demeanor. Moreover, The Doctor took notice of The Distrunian concerning expression when she opened her lips and reluctantly chuckled.

"Hey, hey, don't be too concerned about my problem, Makot--Gunvalian." Kiri uttered in a jolly tone, "Besides, this is the day that you will become your prime self."

"I just like using the concerned face or I could say a startup for embracing the prime self on today." Another word bubbled finished its sentence.

"Whatever whatever you said Distrunian."

Therefore, the warmhearted breakfast in Kagemusha had made the villains feel joyfulness with one another especially with the constant comments about each other's life. It also lightened up Gunvalian minds for the upcoming time of obtaining his prime self once again.

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