Arrogant Shaolin Unwinding Walk and Telephatic Conversation

"I wish….Sparror also joins this battle." A murmuring bicker was spread out from the thin-teenage boy with a green blazer covering the yellow uniform and long-black pants as he dropped a bothering jaw while continuing to walk on the sidewalk alongside his two male friends in the sky that had dark-blue colors devoured most of the orange color traces.

Two high schoolers, one of them had long curly black hair and one of them was a chubby boy wearing glasses, followed the complaining from the back. A disgruntled grin emerged through the curly black hair with his ear continuing to capture the bickering noise especially when the thin boy said, "I believe he will capture that cybernetic monster the same day he declared his first invasion."

It heated the irritation trapped within his jaw after hearing the constant bicker that allowed the curly student to grunt. The chubby student took notice of his friend who inhaled the air to prepare a counter for the bickering teenager in the front.

"Doji, at least the other heroes put that creepy cyborg dude into jail!!" The curly teenager argued.

Doji groaned and steered the annoyed eyes at his curly friend on the back, "Yeah, but the others were not as efficient as Sparror. That's my grip, Uraku."

"I meant he had a freaking teleportation and flaming manipulation." Doji countered harshly. "So he should get the job faster than both Chemistra and the paper card man."

Uraku chuckled in disbelief, "Are you sure about that?"

"Are you sure the same guy who couldn't take down Hollow alone, is able to end that cyborg guy threat faster than this?" Uraku blurted out his argument and extended his disgruntled jaw.

"Oh yeah sure Sparror already became stronger than before, but the cyborg dude is one clever asshole," Uraku added and raised his provocative-marking finger. "The cyborg dude was able to even outsmart Southern Shield.

Uraku sighed before declaring a firing explanation, "Southern Shield…who often beat down a lot of supervillains in his country recently, couldn't even capture the cyborg dude."

"Even though he was assisted by…Chemistra." Uraku bickered.

Doji shook his head in utter disbelief and released a groan of annoyance as his friend, Uraku gave another counterpoint. He swallowed his saliva and sharpened his eagle eyes in order to prepare himself for proceeding to continue the argument, attempting to grasp a victory in this mini-debate.

"You mean Blue Winter's sidekick, of course….he couldn't be as efficient as Sparror." Doji muttered.

"That dude can FUCKING teleport and almost strong as Blue Winter!!" Uraku shouted before he sighed and tapped him. "Besides, if Sparror joined the battle too…it'll be much worse than this.

Think, Doji!!" Uraku added with irritation eyebrows went up. "The creepy cyborg dude would either set more traps or call out more robot armies that…maybe swarm the entire city, making that criminal harder to catch."

As Doji declared a thundering shout for his chosen counter to convince Uraku, Southern Shield who was now wearing a blue sports t-shirt with long black pants walked past the bickering teenagers on the left side. Stern look covered The Arrogant Shaolin's entire face before glancing to the back.

Unbeknownst to the teenager, the civilian-disguise Southern Shield darted his eyes shortly as the firing argument continued with Doji strengthening his out loud shout. Displeased grunt was released by The Arrogant Shaolin after his concise hearing already contained and transferred some part of the conversation into his head.

A part of the conversation related to the teenagers gave an indirect spiteful comment about his previous action with him unpleasantly winced. Although he went further away from the teenager's sight with him presuming the forward steps, the urge of pique boiled up through his deep sigh.

'After I had a decent interaction with a flaming boy, seeing those bickering teenagers made me more annoyed and unpleasant with them.' Southern Shield uttered with a harsh tone through his mind and clenched the left trembling fist. 'It's like they set their entire life purpose only for spreading unhelpful complaints and whining to the public.'

'What a bunch of loud mosquitos.' Southern Shield added with a deep cursing.

Southern Shield groaned in bothersome, 'Complaining that the only hero in here is Flaming Boy. 'Almost all the streets that I cross, it is filled with teenagers wanting Sparror to come back or something related to that nonsense.

"They're just normal teenagers you see almost every time, Southern Shield." A soft voice of Mistress Foreseen entered through Southern Shield's head as a gusting wind flew. More precisely, The Ghost Shaolin had already sneaked inside her fellow Shaolin's mind for a while and listened to every bit of his irritated words being blurted out through his thoughts.

The Arrogant Shaolin closed his eyes and sighed, readying himself on engaging the telepathic conversation with the fellow Shaolin ally, Mistress Foreseen. A telepathic conversation that may last quite a while especially with Southern Shield's already furrowed bothersome eyebrows shortly.

Southern Shield creaked and proceeded with the telepathic conversation with a wearied tone, "It's you again, Temple Ghost."

Mistress Foreseen's echoing voice recently giggled, "Yes. Looks like you are getting bored with my presence, am I correct?"

"Whatever you wanted to think, I just feel annoyed with the constant telepathic presence." Southern Shield grunted and sighed to chill his mood especially for prolonging the telepathic conversation with Mistress Foreseen.

"Anyway, what did you want to say about those mosquito teenagers?" Southern Shield enforced Mistress Foreseen exposing her perspective on the previous topic, the bickering teenager who was already far from him.

"What I wanted to say is that not all teenagers in this world are like Hatoshi." Mistress Foreseen mumbled. "Maybe his past shaped him into that kind of person, calm, well..helpful, and responsible…perhaps."

Mistress Foreseen chuckled sheepishly, "Even though his motivation for becoming Superhero is quite…selfish if you think about it again."

"But at least, he didn't become selfish or love an obsessed monster." Mistress Foreseen mumbled with a spark of gladness lightened up through her echoing voice.

A prideful smirk was widely opened on Southern Shield's face and clenched his right fist, slowing the forward steps. The Arrogant Shaolin heaved the tightened fist with the boiling thrill burnt through his smirk that got wider in each second passing, illuminating the desire that one day would land a swift punch toward his upcoming opponent.

The thought of his upcoming opponent who was none other than, Sparror invaded his stimulating mind. Therefore, a gleaming golden aura shone on the tightened knuckle shortly before he rested down beside the waist and took a brief sigh.

Southern Shield chortled and presumed the telepathic conversation with an excited tone, "I indeed respect him as an ally and possibly close friend, but there is an important thing that I must do to him."

"Declaring a rematch and defeating him, am I right about that Southern Shield?" Mistress Foreseen guessed with a gleeful tone.

"Yes, you're correct, Temple Ghost." Southern Shield exclaimed happily and let out a thrilling giggle. "I still felt the outcome of the last battle was clearly unacceptable for me.

"Getting defeated in a single flashy move was very humiliating and embarrassing at the same time." Southern Shield added with a dissatisfied tone. "That's the reason I wanted a rematch, especially with the current state."

"Anyway, did you notice one of the teenagers defending you or should I say supported you?" Mistress Foreseen switched the topic of discussion with an intriguing question echoed through The Arrogant Shaolin's head.

A jocular mood smoothly entered Southern Shield's expression with him opening the wide grin. The remainder of someone indirectly supporting him transcended through his mind encouraged The Arrogant Shaolin to give a burst of pleasing laugh shortly, and shook his opened grip.

"I did respect that one messy hair teenager." Southern Shield muttered through the telepathic conversation with a shimmering prideful demeanor as he extended the grin. "It means he is aware that I'm also a competent hero."

"Or possibly better than him." Southern Shield added happily. "Thank you unknown schoolboy for appreciating my effort."

Mistress Foreseen grunted, "Southern Shield 2x, always love embracing your arrogance and ego."

The Arrogant Shaolin halted the steps and pinned the exhilarating stare at the cold-almost night sky as the orange color fading away from his naked sight. Hence, Southern Shield raised his opened palm that was darted by the thrilling eyes as he heated up the desire for the upcoming duel against Sparror.

'After having a long walk in Neo Tokyo, it's time to start the training tonight' Southern Shield muttered through his mind. 'I already found the right place for testing my limit or even improving it.

'Also, I wanted to say thank you for everything again, Chemist girl, Oldman Onmyouji, and lastly..' Southern Shield exclaimed and briefly shared a giggle before prolonging his comment trapped inside his mind, 'you dyed hair girl.'

Meanwhile, on Akarui's household, the freezing wind passed by the hushed rooftop of the house as an indication the night sky fully emerged after two or three hours passes. A Brown sedan car could be detected by the sky's sight from above and it parked in front of the main door, indicating Sasaki returned after having a rough work time.

Furthermore, Sasaki was already inside the house with him taking a seat on the balmy sofa and spreading his tiring legs on the furry floor. A brown office blazer was now resting on top of the sofa's back seat part, becoming a relieving surface to rest his hefty back

The time of calm relaxation for Sasaki ended shortly due to Chisato occupying the seat beside left. It convinced him to push the hefty back away from the comforting sofa and locked the firm stare at his wife who broadened a displeasing eyebrow toward her husband, crossed her arms to enlighten an interrogation mood.

"Sasaki, I know you partially just testing Hatoshi," Chisato murmured with an irritation burnt through her gaze. "Because in the end, you will allow him to go there."

"Since you are the same guy who is willing to use his power for just finding a good place to date," Chisato added. "Yes, I always remember that moment even though it's already 15 years ago."

Sasaki reluctantly giggled and closed his eyes shortly as he was about to proceed with a nighttime conversation with his wife, "Okay, okay, I will tell you everything you need about my perception of our nephew's upcoming trip."

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