Testing and Rough Conversation

Orange afternoon arose on the whole of Neo Tokyo and blessed all the entire city's landscape with the piercing light above the clouds. The piercing light shone on one of the abandoned buildings on the isolated area near the borderline between the city and Sakura Forest.

A one-floor, tall rustic-wooden square building with tarnished-dirty black rooftop shielded the inside from the direct heat of the sunlight. Blaring blasted sound shouted through the whole inside alongside a young man's shrieking voice emerged.

Inside the dusty room especially with the white wall and floor covered with a circular dirt-like shape on almost the entire surface, a high school boy with bushy-style black hair and wore pitch-black school uniform with a white outline visible on the cloth was tossed aside on the ground. He growled in agony as tightly held his stomach and gritted his teeth.

A young man with a blazing-orange porcupine spike hair had a neon-yellow bolt-shaped eyeliner below his eyes socket, and who wore an almost exact school uniform as the beaten high school boy widened a satisfied grin. The spiky-haired boy joyfully howled a burst of laughter towards his enemy who dropped a terrifying jaw.

"Please, don't beat…me like this, Shiro." The bushy-haired man pleaded, "I'm just a powerless high school boy!!"

"Do you even have dignity, shame, or even wondering what you did was the wrong thing!!?" The bushy-haired man added, dropping the demanding tear on the dirty floor like a raindrop.

The pleading word didn't convince Shiro to cancel his approaching steps on getting further. Instead, The Spiky-Haired man flexed his hand and cast out a twirling-crimson energy chaining the wrist.

"But for me, it is the right thing, Sousuke." Shiro mocked with a burly, sarcastic tone before he quickly replaced it with heating irritation, "Because you are a goddamn asshole!! Always bullying me due to my freakshow parent and the worst thing is…..you manipulated my crush, Sayu!!

"You made her hate me by saying I peaked her half-naked body. That is bullshit." Shiro added with a defiant tone.

Sousuke groaned, "What I said is true you freak, pervert!! Stop living in denial. I'm not fucking bullying you, I'm trying to discipline you."

"Even though my way…is harsh, but it's good for your sake." Sousuke remarked with heated desperation, "Please understand that."

Screams of defiance roared across the entire dirty room from Shiro's throat as his mind was corrupted by the scornful anger. He infuriatingly eyed Sousuke who attempted to crawl out for an escape and empowered the energy hand on the chaining-crimson energy.

The struggling teenager took a slight peak at the scorching energy that was wrapping Shiro's hand, quickly raising bemused eyes. Moreover, Sousuke lifted his upper body and watched Shiro walk narrowly closer with his distance.

"Shiro…if you got a Superpower, why didn't you just become a…Superhero?" Sosuke argued, "It can prove that you're truly a good guy, not a vindictive monster like this."

"Please use the blessing or enhancement from…your father's chemical to bring justice to those scumbags who deserved it!" Sosuke added with a pleading tone, "Shiro, Shirooo, Shirooooo, Shiroooo, Shiroooooooo!!!!!"

The thrilling smirk was widely opened by Shiro and he heaved the crimson-tainted fist in a plunging position. The Spiky Hair boy mesmerized a delightfulness of preparation to land an upcoming tormenting punch towards the desperate Sousuke.

The enlightened Shiro curiously tilted his head onto his high-school bully and freed a predatory stare especially on witnessing the helpless frown. Hence, The Spiky Hair Boy stomped Sousuke's hand, causing him to growl in pain as he slowly thrust down the empowered fist.

"Asshole, I don't give a shit being a superhero." Shiro baffled with a taunting tone, "I'm just going to abuse…the power because why the hell not."

"Besides, with this sudden power, I'm no longer a stupid loser anymore. Shiro delightfully added, "Instead, "I'm the winner and I'm about to tell the world that the strongest person is here. Not those heroes like stupid Sparror, stupid Zero, stupid Chemistra, and many more of that bullshit!!"

"Please, wake up from your delusion….Shiro!!" Sousuke shouted desperately, "This is not…a show you watch. This is real life and I already told you before….I gave a harsh treatment because….you are literally stalking Sayu life and being rude to the….teacher."

Shiro infuriatingly screamed, "That's your own problem!!! Never scolding or trying to control my goddamn life, ASSHOLE!!!"

Without hesitation, Shiro finally shoved his empowered fist onto Sousuke's legs for its main target, and the sound of glamor pounding echoed through outside. Tiny shockwaves spread out freely in a circle, blowing the grass and trees surrounding.

Two policemen who wore azure-tight armor and circular-helmet, Asaka and Takayashi held their white rifles with neon-blue lines embarked on the rear parts. In a hurry, they swiftly ran to the abandoned building after the shockwave echoed through their ears.

Then, the two policemen stopped the approaching steps due to Takayashi raising his open hand. Asaka retrieved her rifles into a resting position she placed her leg n as she began to take a sigh of relief.

Takayashi grunted, "Asaka, did you call a Superhero again?"

Asaka chuckled, "Of course. I already called Chemistra to get here and even tracked down our location. Besides, it's better for the Superhero to handle that problem, instead of us. We're just a normal cop at the end."

"Are you serious, why do you always depend on goddamn Superheroes while we literally had a weapon to take down that kind of threat?" Takayashi argued with an annoyed tone, "Like what's the point of wearing this armor if at the end the Superheroes will take the case."

Asaka giggled and pointed her stare at the abandoned building, "Simple answer, a distraction if that…Supervillain goes out from the building."

"Or maybe…you're just a lazy ass." Takayashi countered.

Asaka shrugged it off, "Maybe…because…I'm quite tired of handling people that have a Superpower."

Takayashi rolled his eyes in bitter annoyance with his partner who declared a sheepish burst of laughter shortly. Calling a Superhero to come on this place only fired up the frustration as The Male Policeman constantly shook his head.

"Anyway, who's the Superhero you're calling?" Takayashi presumed the conversation, "I hope it's Sparror."

Asaka reluctantly sighed, "Unfortunately no. Instead, it's Mr. Tabata recommended Superhero….The Chemistra."

"Ah, I see." Takayashi uttered with a little bit of relief, "At least, she can come here faster because I heard she had a super speed."

"To be honest…I don't really care who's going to show up." Asaka replied accompanied by a temporal cheerful giggle, "As long as the Superhero did a good job, I'll be fine."

Takayashi chuckled, "In the end…yeah, I agreed with you."

"So, let's just hope Chemistra can come as soon as possible," Takayashi exclaimed.

The two policemen heedfully glanced at the door and gave a blunt stare when the growling scream echoed throughout the room. Awaiting Chemistra's appearance for handling this case would be the current the policemen initiated, hoping the hero could arrive faster.

Around two or three hours ago, Chemistra occupied a seat on top of the glassy-blue holographic chair with her mask removed, revealing the face of Misaki Kamiya in the room. The Chemist was in fact inside a polished, grey dominant room with a variety of four holographic projection, Japanese-style paintings latched on the grey wall behind her.

The artworks inside the painting frames were a Sumo trying to clap the sun with heating determination on the left and beside it was an artwork of a naked man meditating on top of the blue planet. While the other two artworks were presented, eight giant snakes freed the predatory fang and a humongous oni was beheaded by the golden shogun.

Chemistra pinned the cold stare towards her father, Kamiya who took a seat across from her. Concerning eyes from The Prime Minister was sharply locked at his daughter and unnervingly bit his lips.

"Misaki, I do not recommend continuing your progression on turning yourself into a cyber." Kamiya insisted firmly. "I'm afraid you might lose your humanity and I don't want that to happen, especially to my daughter."

Chemistra groaned, "Papa listened carefully, I only did this for myself. You don't have to worry about it."

Kamiya remained hesitant to accept his daughter's argument as he gritted his teeth in worriedness. The Prime Minister anxiously shook his head and placed his palm on the face for a moment, especially after witnessing Chemistra's blunt furrow.

"I know you've become like this because of your mother's death, but this is not the right way." Kamiya argued, "Turning yourself into a robot it's just a means….to escape from breakdown."

All of sudden, Chemistra was frozen with frightened eyes heaved up as she witnessed her father, affirmative glare. The Chemist gazed into the needle fingers and it gave a trembling uneasiness stare.

Therefore, Chemistra quickly closed her eyes and clenched her metal fingers for digging more ideas on determining a decision. Kamiya rested the tiring back on the soft spot of the holographic chair.

The Prime Minister darted the worrying sight on her daughter who remained to place the brooding expression. Furthermore, Chemistra sluggishly opened the disquiet eyes as Kamiya still watched with the worriedness he exposed.

Thus, Chemistra took a brief sigh after her eyes were wide open to get a crystal-clear picture with Kamiya's concerned face. The Chemist temporarily closed her eyes and opened it once again that raised a frowning stare from The Prime Minister.

He witnessed his stubborn daughter precisely locked the cold-blunt eyes she heaved in bold-strong commitment demeanor. The cold eyes that sent shivered through Kamiya's spine due to him dropping the flabbergasted jaw.

"Mama's death is more like a living proof….why I shouldn't let the human feeling fully consume me." Chemistra bluntly remarked, "That's why I have to evolve myself….into a cold-blood machine of justice.

"Whatever the risk that happened, I'll take it willingly." Chemistra added, "The risk may be very dangerous for me, but if it's for completing the goal nothing it's impossible. Especially in my eyes."

"So, you're going to turn yourself into a cold blood machine." Kamiya guessed with an unnerving tone. "As I told you before, reconsider this again. Is it worthy you lost…the humanity deep inside you, Misaki?"

Chemistra reluctantly exhaled, "For me…it's the next step of improving and evolving myself, especially in my Superhero career."

"Emotion can be an everlasting burden or bothersome if you felt guilt or regret." Chemistra exclaimed with a firm tone, "That's why turning myself into a robot at least…..can reduce the side effect of emotion."

Eventually, Kamiya took a sigh of defeat and shook his head with a sense of despair at being captured. The Prime Minister unnervingly winced as he watched Chemistra's stoic expression furrow pollute her entire face, hiding the sense of regret within the mind.

"Misaki, I just wanted to remind you of this since you don't want to be stopped from…this." Kamiya mentioned with utter regret, "If you become a fully cyborg or robot or whatever the name…you must be aware that you will have the same thought or way of thinking as them. This means…..in a simple way, you can potentially kill the Supervillain or even show a lack…of care with the innocent people.

Chemistra firmly nodded as she witnessed her father center the sorrowful stare through his face. Moreover, The Chemist clenched the crumbling-metal fist due to her capturing a slight sense of regret and disappointment.

Thus, this moment was soon blinked away into thousand sparkles in an instance and brought Chemistra back into the present time. The Chemist motionlessly stood on the road like a statue and far from the abandoned building, pinned a wandering look to the metal forehand after having a brief replay about the conversation with her father that ended in bitterness.

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