Admitting and Acceptance for The Cyberzation Path

Few hours had passed and the pale moon illuminated the calming-radiant light through the darkish-blue night sky above. Concealing-gray clouds that became thin as cotton hovered beside from left to right of the moon.

Freezing wind blew across various types of buildings, sidewalks, and anything that was available on Neo Tokyo. One of the places that endured the wind blow was none other than the enlarged house of Prime Minister Kamiya.

A window on the middle side of the building showed Prime Minister Kamiya who now wore white tank-top and blue boxer pants, sitting on the bed. Sorrowful gaze from his expression was pointed at the holographic picture he held dearly on the tightened grip.

The picture of Misaki at the age of six stood behind the clean-white background and willingly expressed a gentle smile. The gentle smile that succumbed Kamiya to shred a yearning line of tears from his sockets.

The recent news of her eldest daughter's condition bloomed the despairful feeling buried inside as he began to whimper. Kamiya recollected the indelible flash of memory on witnessing Misaki had two of his legs decapitated and lying down on the metal bed inside the secret base.

Hence, The Prime Minister shook his head continuously until the horrific experience flew away from his deep thoughts. He decided to close his eyes with mournful lips raised through his entire face, attempting to grasp a delightful moment of the past.

The moment within a few years ago when he carried the little Misaki on his back while walking on the park's sidewalk and she widely opened the smirk of thankfulness. The Young Kamiya who was around in his thirties gently responded to his beloved daughter by widening the joyful smile.

"What is your dream when you grow up, Misaki?" The Young Kamiya asked curiously.

The Little Misaki giggled, "I wanted to be a Superhero."

"Superhero, are you sure with that?" The Young Kamiya asked with furrowing concerned eyes down.

"Yes, Papa. I'm very sure." The Little Misaki replied willingly and extended her thankful smirk.

"Because I wanted to get rid of all of those evildoers!!" The Little Misaki added with burning enthusiasm.

The Young Kamiya reluctantly sighed, "I see, I see."

"Whatever dream you want, I will always support you, Misaki." The Young Kamiya admitted happily.

Afterward, gleaming white light flashed through the entire scenario of the cheerful moment. It brought back Prime Minister Kamiya into the past as he opened his eyes and turned to the left, feeling a familiar presence awaited him.

The person was Misaki who firmly stood and crossed both her arms with a perturbing look emerging. A blank-black t-shirt with dark-blue long jeans was the cloth she chose on meeting her father tonight, tilting her head on the holographic picture her father held.

"I'm glad you still kept that photo of me," Misaki exclaimed gladly.

A sheepish chuckle was let out by Kamiya as he gently placed the holographic photo onto the small-wooden wardrobe beside his bed. The Prime Minister extended the contented smirk towards her eldest daughter who slowly walked in his direction.

Then, Misaki took the seat beside her father and patted him on the shoulder for providing her own way of welcoming greetings. Comforting-closed lips smile appeared inside The Prime Minister's entire face either with the presence of his eldest daughter or the soothing touch he felt on the shoulder.

"So how are you, Misaki?" Kamiya asked.

Misaki giggled and nodded, "I'm fine Papa. I already can walk properly with my prosthetic legs right now."

"That's great to hear it, Misaki," Kamiya exclaimed with a yearning, yet gladful demeanor witnessing his beloved daughter's condition was now fine.

"Me too Papa," Misaki replied with a cheerful smirk.

A hefty sigh was let out by Misaki and she put away her warming hand from Kamiya's shoulder. The Prime Minister slowly grasped a concerning mood through the eyebrows when glaring at his daughter.

Desolation bloomed through Misaki's face with Kamiya kept raising the concern furrow onto her. She noticed The Prime Minister's concerning stares and exhaled the burdening air away from her mouth, convincing her to form a firm glare.

Kamiya gasped, "Let me ask you this again, are you still sure to cybernize yourself, Misaki?"

"Yes, Papa. I'm fully sure and committed to the cybernation this time," Misaki replied sternly.

"What do you mean by that?" Kamiya asked

"Because I'm here to tell you that this will be the last time you saw….me..as…a human." Misaki admitted firmly even though a conflicted line of tears dropped down from the left eye socket, "The cybernation machine will be fully ready around tomorrow and I already told this to Ayari too."

"Did she accept that?" Kamiya asked with a blunt tone.

Misaki reluctantly nodded, "Yes she is and I'm sorry you totally disagreed with me this time."

"However, this is the path I chose right now and I don't want to waste that." Misaki reassured with a deep tone, "Ever since my experiment's success, I always wanted to keep improving myself, especially in the performance as the Superhero. Not only becoming stronger physically but also mentally too."

"If I keep letting the emotion disturb me, it only makes it worse," Misaki added.

Prime Minister Kamiya closed his eyes and clenched his left palm as his heart felt a burning torment. The sweat of dread dropped by on his forehead with a widened-anxious grin entered the scene.

"Misaki, I'm just afraid when you cyberize yourself….I'm…scared that you will…either become someone who I never expected to exist." Kamiya exclaimed concernedly with another tear dropped by,

"And you did this also because Maduruma convinced you, please if you do this…I might…." Kamiya guessed frantically, "Stopping you right now."

"Yes I indeed was influenced by Maduruma, but the difference is I try to prove that I'm better than him." Misaki replied with an affirmative tone, "Proof that my cybernation is not a symbol of hating humans. Instead, a symbol of my own way to keep improving and being better than before."

Misaki sighed and shed a tear as she clenched both of her hands, "Papa, I'm already aware you will still disagree with this decision."

"But as I said before, I will not stop this path." Misaki remarked, " So I'm sorry, Papa for disappointing you."

Misaki blew another sigh after declaring the last sentence of her convincing argument. She watched her father close his eyes for enduring the pain of acceptance as he felt his mind was shot by an arrow.

Shrieking-whimper was released from the sore-throat of The Prime Minister and strictly bit his lips in agony. An agony on accepting the bold decision of her beloved daughter who remained to place the firm expression.

Even though the line of tears dropped rapidly witnessing her father fall deeper in despair and agony, she still kept the firmness. Misaki furrowed down the concurrence stare towards Kamiya as he slowly turned his attention onto her.

Thus, Kamiya decided to wrap his gentle right hand on the back of her and the left one onto the back of her head. The Prime Minister bumped Misaki closer to his chest, tightened the hugging hand for him to embrace the acceptance with a whimper colored his entire face.

Pitying glare began to cover Misaki's expression either on the warm hug of her father or watching her father's whimpering expression. Nonetheless, she joyfully hugged The Prime Minister's back, sparking a sense of clarity in this room.

"Misaki….Misaki….even though I still disagreed with this decision, at least I can respect it." Prime Minister Kamiya admitted with a whimpering tone, "Because that's your right and as a father, I must at…least accept your decision no matter what.

"I'm sorry too for not fully understanding your perspective back then," Kamiya added with more tears falling down her daughter's long pants.

"Papa…I forgive..you and I still love you" Misaki uttered with a sniveled voice, "When my cybernation is done, I promise that I will always protect you even though my feelings vanish."

"Without you and Mama, I'll never have a life like this," Misaki added with a despondent tone.

The heart-wrenching conversation ended with both Misaki and Prime Minister Kamiya shedding their tears. Acceptance towards each other's perspectives regarding the cybernation had completely emerged as they kept tightening their hugs.

A couple of minutes had passed with the night sky becoming darker and the pale moonlight getting brighter. A paper-white sedan car with striking-holographic bluish lines wrapped around the entire rear part, parked in front of the Prime Minister's large-entrance fence.

Southern Shield and Agano alongside his partner's robot, Ryuzen, stood in front of the car calmly awaiting an important person to return. The Arrogant Shaolin crossed his arms and closed both of his eyes, inhaling every passing wind.

While Agano glanced at his fellow Shaolin friend who began to constantly tap the ground with his impatient left foot. Jovial giggle was announced by The Onmyouji as he walked closer towards Southern Shield's direction, readying himself to engage the conversation when he was already beside The Shaolin Warrior.

"So Southern Shield, why do you really want to face Sparror?" Agano asked curiously and guessed, "You wanted to settle a score with him or something"

Southern Shield chuckled, "Of course, Old Man Onmyouji."

"Not only did I lose the match, but I received a sense of humiliation especially when he literally defeated me like an unskilled warrior, "Luckily that kid the flaming boy agreed with the terms."

Agano chortled, "You're one indeed prideful young man. Anyway, when will you have the rematch against him?"

"Next week on Thursday, that's what the flaming boy said to me last week." Southern Shield answered calmly before he tilted his head onto the right, witnessing riveting things as he widely opened a smirk, "Speaking about waiting for the chemist girl.."

Agano swiftly turned around his sight and witnessed Misaki walkout from the open fence that was being held by a suited man on the left. The Omnyouji ran in her direction to capture a glimpse of a sorrowful face within his fellow comrade.

"So Misaki, how's the conversation with your family members, especially your father?" Agano started the conversation.

Misaki nodded and closed the sorrowful eyes briefly, "It's fine, even though he still disagreed."

"At least he is aware now that you are fully committed to your cybernation," Agano spoke with a comforting-deep tone.

"I know and I totally respect his decision." Misaki exclaimed calmly, "Anyway, let's leave this place quickly. I had to prepare more stuff to make sure my cybernation project went smoothly."

Afterward, Misaki walked past Agano as she headed towards the driver seat of the car on the front right door with the period of announcing her current path ended. Ensuring the cybernation project would be the next activity she initiated for this rough night.

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