Scheming and Reflecting

The previous haunting experience was still scarred Chemistra as she held the pounding chest and anxiously gazed down to the needle fingers. Even though The Chemist leaned her back on one of the Sakura trees that were far away from the abandoned building, the flashing image of bringing torment towards Shiro still invaded her mind till this time.

The scream of an unyielding stomach from Shiro drummed through Chemistra's head and forced her to close the enlightened eyes. Then, the shouting of the female police who pleaded to stop also invaded her thoughts, letting her growl in agony.

Hence, Chemistra grunted in irritation with that thought kept burning deep inside and clenched her fist, slowly opening her eyes and washing away all the traces of the agonizing moment inside. The Chemist pinned at the azure-sky on above as she winced the enlightened eyes in sorrowful demeanor

"Is this how I feel right now?" Chemistra questioned herself with hefty breathing, "Am I truly wanted to do this?"

Chemistra reluctantly sighed, "I'm…not sure either. This conflicted thinking is very hurting me especially when….one of the policemen screamed. I never thought…it will strike me hard like this."

"Maybe…this is why Papa is truly concerned about me." Chemistra murmured, "He didn't want me to face this kind of thing. He was aware I'm still struggling to fully commit for this enhancement deep down."

The Chemist once again closed the shimmering eyes and nodded as she succumbed to a bitter sorrow within. Chemistra shook her head in a melacholic demeanor and recalled the look of a shocked frown from her father especially when they had a brief conversation.

Nonetheless, Chemistra moved the tiring back away from the trees and tossed down that moment deeply inside her mind, giving her a bitter sigh of relief. She began to walk into the depth of the Sakura forest in the straight-line direction, declaring a rigid stare on the front.

"I guess…this is my path on continuing this." Chemistra mumbled firmly, "Consequence will always happen at any time and any place."

"I must face it no matter how bad it is because I will not turn back from this," Chemistra added.

Chemistra sighed, "Instead, I will continue this until I die…possibly."

"Therefore, I might need to find my sister. She's the only person that…probably accepted who I am and wasn't really against my decision." Chemistra exclaimed. "I'm lucky you're already come back…here."

As the stoic Chemistra ventured deeper to the Sakura Forest with most of the trees blooming a fresh flower, Maduruma seeker's robot hovered in the sky above with spreading green sparkles beneath the white boots. The seeker robot's presence couldn't be detected by naked eyes due to it being contained inside the transparent cloaking mode.

The Seeker robot darted the observant eye onto Chemistra as the greenish radar-like sight zoomed down to its walking target presence. It resembles a sniper obsessed with finding a good shot especially when the creamy-targeting circle in the sight keeps following every step of the moving target.

Thus, the silent observation was presumed in a smooth way due to the seeker robot steadily locking its eyes. An observation that would be useful for its wise master on declaring the next scheme especially with the new intriguing target, The Chemist who ventured into a path of transforming herself into a machine like him.

Maduruma secret base was now massively shone by the shimmering yellow light that originated on the middle top star-shape lamp. The star-shaped lamp itself kept beaming its shining presence within the glass surface, bright as the street lamp in the night.

The Machine Herald impulsively watched intriguing things occurred on across the left side of hist from the middle bridge. A row of skeletal robots was contained inside the cylinder tube with the augmented process still in progress.

The augmentation process of regenerating a skin within the robot lured Maduruma to hover closer especially with the cylinder tube near him. The Machine Herald landed a gentle-tapping hand as he raised an impressed eye towards the augmented robot inside.

More specifically, a Shogun-armored robot with the red blood was chosen for the main colored pick. A creamy-male human mask covered the robot face that unveiled a maddening grin artwork on the lips side.

Gleeful chuckling was spread out by the curious Maduruma as he zoomed the intrigued eye closer for obtaining the clear sight. The Machine Herald sight received the crystal clear details of the Shogun's robot lower part.

Instead of mechanical legs, a giant lime-crystalized orb ball tidily took the spot of the lower part. Maduruma wavered the excited hand on its augmented creation before he let out a small burst of laughter.

"You look beautiful my newest child." Maduruma uttered cheerfully, "Especially for the upcoming distraction and chaos."

Maduruma chuckled, "A chaos for Neo Tokyo of course."

The Machine Herald retrieved back his hand and switched the watchful attention onto the left side. Then, Maduruma swiftly initiated a surveying time by hovering in the precise straight line of the augmented robot rows.

As Maduruma glossed over every augmented robot he quickly passed, they shared a similar trait with one another which was the armor design was like the previous one, a Shogun. A crimson-colored Shogun that made The Machine Herald released a brief thrilling chortle on every delightful creation he hovered by.

The hovering survey was stopped when Maduruma marked his sharpening sight on the robot at the end of the row. The same shogun robot that zoomed the intriguing eyes to witness a bluish-holographic, dissolved into blue sparkles as it formed tiny pieces of the crimson armor.

Maduruma hummed, "Fascinating process, I admit that. Watching this machine slowly take a finishing process makes me happy."

"I'm aware it will not be enough to kill…Sparror, but that's not the main priority." Maduruma exclaimed with a gladful tone, "Because he hasn't appeared yet…for now. What a relief, but at the same time it gave me suspicion."

Maduruma shrugged it off with a bitter giggle, "Forget about prioritizing the existence of that half-Cosmic being."

"Instead, let's just focus on my thrilling priority." Maduruma spoke in burning excitement, "Finding the next person to be the leader or enforcer for my dream.

Maduruma chuckled, "I must admit that I'm not really efficient or effective when becoming a leader. Simple, I just love to serve people."

"Even before obtaining this magnificent appearance, I often served a lot of those…pesky and insignificant Government." Maduruma proudly confessed,

The Machine Herald decided to flee away from the augmented robots after the observation survey was finished. He slowly landed its hovering body on top of the bridge like an airplane parking.

All of sudden, Maduruma's sharp-hearing captured a smooth sound of rupturing light and steered his eyes to the left. He caught the Seeker Robot emerging from the hundreds of green sparkles that flew freely on above and dissolved in split seconds

The Seeker Robot immediately kneeled down its leg and crossed the metal stomach with the left hand in admiring demeanor towards Maduruma who hovered closer to its direction. The Machine Herald happily greeted his sneaky creation by extending both of his arms.

"Welcome back, my seeker." Maduruma said with a joyful tone, "So how's the observation of our recent…target, The Flexible Chemistra?"

The Robot rested down the crossing hand and heaved its kneecaps to regain a steady standing position. Flickering green light embarked within its one eye before channeling out a rectangular green screen projection on above, showing the projection that enlightened the intriguing sight of Maduruma.

The Machine Herald witnessed a compilation of Chemistra rushed into the forest with a dashing yellow light trailed on her back. Maduruma proudly giggled towards the next candidate being contained inside the video especially when she kept running forward.

"Nice work, I truly appreciate it." Maduruma praised, "However, rewind to the moment when she…almost embraced her…" robotic" side. The cold and calculative side that would be suitable for my next candidate."

The afternoon sky went darker as time smoothly passed by and the yellow light became more like an orange. The warm sunlight spread across the village that resided within the Sakura Forest area.

One of the houses inside the village, Yukio's house, embraced the warmth especially when the orange light gently touched the entire house outside. The second floor of the house received the most with relieving light presence,

Inside the second floor, Hatoshi with his red jacket, long-blue jean pants, and white T-Shirt with a large blazing fireball logo on the middle side. The schoolboy gazed at the outside view from below alongside a wandering furrow emerging through his face.

A transparent image of his alter ego, Sparror slowly appeared within the reflection of the windows. A gladful smirk was declared by the schoolboy for encountering The Flaming Hero's presence, heating up the fiery excitement as he giggled.

"It's been around 2 or 3 days, I already wanted to become…Sparror again." Hatoshi mumbled excitedly, "Maybe..it's my..heroic urge kept rising up especially after hearing the news of Thunder Fang's recent escape."

Hatoshi sheepishly chuckled, "Oh more specifically my urges on…keeping the world safe for Yuna. She is too precious to lose."

"Not just in her beautiful appearance, but your continuous support to me." Hatoshi confessed, "It means everything. If you're not here, I will never be like this. I know living without my real…parents are quite a burden, to be honest, because…well they already move to some peaceful place since....a quite long time."

"Even though I already have a nice step-parent, but still in their eyes I'm just an adopted son at the end," Hatoshi added with a chuckle of embarrassment. "

Tears of cheerfulness dropped down from Hatoshi's eye sockets as he embraced the thought of gratefulness for his close partner's effort that helped him until this day. The schoolboy swiftly washed away the tears and began to chortle.

"Hey, Hatoshi…." A soft female voice rang through Hatoshi's ear and broadened a surprised frown.

The image of Sparror inside the reflection faded away in an instance and encouraged Hatoshi to turn around. He saw his close partner Yuna who wore a pink T-Shirt that had an ant-size black butterfly logo on the right above and a cotton-white mini skirt.

Yuna cheerfully smirked, "Everybody is ready to leave."

"Besides, are you mumbling again?" Yuna asked curiously.

Hatoshi giggled, "I..guess…so."

"Is it related to Superhero stuff again or your next…drawing project for tonight?" Yuna guessed in a jolly tone, "I'm very..excited to hear that."

Hatoshi sighed, "It's most likely about Superhero stuff, and thanks for reminding me about tonight's project."

"So how is the drawing project, have you already got the concept?" Yuna enthusiastically asked and presumed by picking a guess, "Is it going to be about an unexpected Asemu meeting with Sparror or just Sparror training in the Sakura Forest?"

At first, Hatoshi raised a surprise furrow towards his close partner who blissfully opened a cheery smile after declaring the guess. Then, The schoolboy let out a sparking confident chuckle and shook his head as he was ready to presume the smooth conversation.

"Well how about both of them? I believe I can finish those in a single night.." Hatoshi exclaimed.

Yuna sheepishly giggled, "Don't..push yourself. Remember, you still have another artwork about Sparror and his allies defeating Thunder Fang."

"Well for that… I'll probably do it tomorrow night," Hatoshi replied with a delightful smile. "As for now, I'm going to finish the other two you mentioned."

Yuna gleefully chortled with her close partner boiling up the uprising confidence of drawing in a form of a smile. The schoolgirl swiftly walked forward and softly folded Hatoshi's hand who convinced him to give a pleasing smile.

She widely opened a persuasive grin onto him as a reminder they were ready to leave this house and presumed Hatoshi's activity on the night. Drawing another artwork that satisfied his night.

"Speaking about that, let's go downstairs right now." Yuna persuaded, "So we can go home faster right?"

Hatoshi chuckled, "Yeah…agreed."

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