The Beginning Section of Match Between Golden Shield and Blaze

Bright-orange afternoon light swiftly entered the bluish sky above and gusted the warming of its surroundings, especially on Rising Sun. One of the places that met the passing wind was Ketsueki Valley.

A spacious valley with crystalized red ground arose a reflecting image of the mix blue and orange sky through its surface. The valley itself was consumed by sorrowfulness as no sign of life such as animals didn't appear.

Even a presence of plant life like grasses or flowers wasn't shown up within the valley-wide area. However, there was at least a living being in the valley even though it was not the native of this sorrowful valley.

The visitor was none other than Southern Shield who tightened both of his clashing fists and closed his eyes in tranquility. The Arrogant Shaolin slid his left foot forward before pressing both of his kneecaps, inhaling all the air that flew past his back.

Southern Shield briskly heaved the left fist into his front sight disbanding the calming clash with the other fist. Furthermore, he propelled the fist further from his hawk eyes and furrowed a sedated eyebrows.

A molten golden aura rapidly engulfed Southern Shield's propelled fist with tightening the fist until a sound of crack shouted. The engulfing became solidified as if The Arrogant Shaolin's hand was made of gold, opening a smirk of gratification.

Furthermore, Southern Shield glanced to the back after his acute hearing caught a sound of a gusting wind. A gusting wind that shook his engulfing fist with The Arrogant Shaolin rotated to the back.

The Arrogant Shaolin fluidly thrust the engulfed forward and released when his sight met an object fled into his object. A golden shield that horizontally spun in a vicious manner resembling a piece of buzzsaw being tossed aside, boosting up the brightness of the golden light like activating a lantern.

Hence, Southern Shield fist landed on the golden shield and an enlarged shockwave emanated on the spot. The temporal shockwave impact convinced some tiny pieces of the crystalized peeled off onto the above sight before simultaneously hurling down to the ground similar to a raindrop.

Southern Shield's engulfed fist prevented the buzzsaw shield from moving and even instantly made the spinning edge slow down. It felt the golden shield tackling the fist like crashing an impervious wall as the shield dropped to the ground and dimmed out all the gleaming presence on its surface.

The golden aura within Southern Shield's fist dimmed out immediately as he retrieved back his hand and wave ii to the left. His kneecaps also pulled back and regained a steady standing position.

A sigh of relief was released from Southern Shield's throat when he gazed a satisfied stare at the golden shield resting on the crystalized ground after the failed assault. Nonetheless, The Arrogant Shaolin pushed forward his opened grip at the defeated golden shield and declared a prideful smirk.

The golden shield flew up and smoothly caught Southern Shield's anticipated grip, locking the shield quickly. He flipped the shiny surface of the golden shield with him announcing a burst of thrilling laughter with satisfaction raised up through his beating heart.

Afterward, The Arrogant Shaolin deeply inhaled the air and breathed out quickly to end the irresistible laughter. A burst of laughter caused by flashing thoughts of him landing a hit on Sparror's jaw invaded his mind and luckily vanished, leaving him to color his entire face with a resilient grin.

Southern Shield placed the golden shield and glowing light shone within the circular surface. Then, the golden shield swiftly latched on the back similar to a magnetic object slept on the magnetic field.

The Arrogant Shaolin flexed both of his staggering hands before repeatedly stepping onto the crystalized ground with his feet. Another self training finished as the result brought an excitement and heating thrills through Southern Shield's mind, extending the prideful smirk the more he embraced the excited feeling.

"To be honest, I'm indeed quite satisfied with this continuous self training." Southern Shield confessed happily. "For three days, I felt my power increasing and even stamina too."

Southern Shield giggled, "But I just remember something important."

"When I face The Flame Boy, I will act as a villain." Southern Shield announced the plan.

"Basically trying to fire up his heroic desire too." Southern Shield added and raised his tightened fist briefly. "Taking a break may weaken either your power and mentality to become a hero."

Southern Shield briskly raised a surprised furrow and he felt a gentle wind flow blew within his mind. The Arrogant Shaolin shook his head in bothersome and crossed both of his arms with his telepathic friend, Mistress Foreseen as he halted the stepping feet.

"The parasitic Temple Ghost has arrived in my mind, again." Southern Shield greeted telepathically and opened a mocking grin.

An echoing voice of Mistress Foreseen released an infuriated groan that allowed Southern Shield to widen his grin. The Arrogant Shaolin even delightfully released a burst of chortles before he retrieved the crossing hands down and took a brief sigh of soothing calmness.

"Oh please, don't mock me like that, Prideful Fool." Mistress Foreseen countered with a disgruntled tone.

"Okay fine. What is your exact purpose for visiting my mind?" Southern Shield switched the topic of the discussion with an affirmative question.

Mistress Foreseen grunted, "It's only to know about your…weird roleplay as a villain."

"How's the preparation?" Mistress Foreseen asked.

"So far it's in the smooth flow, Temple Ghost." Southern Shield uttered confidently.

"That's great to hear and I hope it went successful." Mistress Foreseen praised and presumed the conversation with a curious tone. "Anyway, this is the last question before I ask Sparror to come, are you going to have the battle in here?"

"Yes." Southern Shield uttered mirthfully. "This Valley is quite a suitable place for the rematch, Temple Ghost."

Then, a howling of noise freed out from Southern Shield's left ear with his fellow Shaolin friend already left his mind. The Arrogant Shaolin closed both of his eyes and nodded his head to the ground, letting his mind play a flash of possibility on him landing a kick on The Blazing Hero, Sparror's stomach.

As the afternoon went darker and the wind became colder than usual, the students from Masafumi began to leave the buildings as there were a lot of them detected outside. Some of the students already replaced their uniforms with either a casual t-shirt or a sweatshirt for enjoying the after-school time.

However, there were some students who still stayed inside the school, especially in the classroom that had already become vacant as a drumming noise couldn't be captured anymore. Students who were still inside the class were in fact Hatoshi, Satoru, and Naoki darting their eyes at the grey tablet on the middle front table.

Moreover, a table that was occupied by Satoru with his other two friends, Hatoshi stood on the left and unfolded an intriguing sight. While Naoki gave a displeased wince as he watched his glassed friend press a button on the screen, finishing the calculation with a black ink number on the bottom, "6.85" revealed below.

"Ah, finally, the debt-equity ratio has been found," Satoru mumbled gladly. He rested his back on the chair and glanced at the tablet screen, filled with calculation steps from down to up.

Naoki sighed in relief, "Thank god, our group work is finished. By the way, who's going to submit it?"

"I'll do it." Hatoshi raised his hand and firmly mentioned before opening a cheerful smirk. "It's so lucky we finished the Accounting Assignment earlier."

Satoru happily giggled and closed his eyes for a brief time as his mind played a flash clip of Hatoshi insisting on both of them to finish the homework. The glasses boy moved his hefty back forward and locked his sight on Hatoshi, readying himself to continue their afternoon conversation.

"Well as much I appreciated that I think you shouldn't take part in submitting, Hatoshi." Satoru insisted politely. "You had made a lot of contributions on the writing part."

"Instead, Naoki should be the one who handles the submission," Satoru added with an irritated grin.

The glasses boy grunted and eyed at Naoki who revealed his unnerving lips, "You one slacker simp."

"What…do you mean by that?" Naoki defied.

"Most of the time, you either talked about sports and gaming, not properly answering the questions, dumb ass!!" Satoru argued with an infuriated tone. "To the point, Hatoshi reminded you many times of finishing the homework!!"

"Even worse, you even mumble how…BEAUTIFUL Yuna is in front of her..supposedly boyfriend, Jerk!!" Satoru added with an enraged glare sharply locked at Naoki. It sent shivers through The Muscular spine as he began to take a step back.

While Hatoshi let out a calming sigh as he noticed his muscular friend had a craving desire toward his close partner. The schoolboy only shook his head reluctantly when he darted at Naoki who was swallowed in anxiousness and a half sense of defiance.

"Yeah I agreed, I think Naoki should submit the assignment," Hatoshi admitted and switched his sight to Satoru. "But at the same time, you should not prolong your ranting too, Satoru."

"I meant we already finished the assignment, hehe," Hatoshi added and Naoki declared a relieving sigh.

Satoru groaned, "Fine, Hatoshi."

The high school boys were now able to grasp a sense of quietness with their group assignment finished, declaring their separate activities. Started with Naoki who took his phone from the left pocket pants and dropped a surprised jaw when the phone screen revealed an intriguing thing.

An intriguing thing that showed a picture of a tall-thin female basketball player with a ponytail style hair, leaped highly and tossed down the ball to the ring. It raised a sensational smile through Naoki's expression the longer he glossed over at the female basketball player's picture,

Whereas, Satoru pressed the ant-size rectangular button on the side of his tab, and the gleaming screen shrunk down into pitch-black. The glasses boy briefly closed his eyes as he tossed aside all the bothersome and haptic thoughts either from today's school activities or watching Naoki slacked off.

'Phew..all today's assignment done.'Satoru mumbled with utter relief through his mind and extended a closed-lips smile.

'So when I am at home, I can peacefully finish the last mission of the Kamen Sentai Climax game.' Satoru added.

As the high schoolers were ready to leave the room, especially with Satoru standing up from the wooden chair and Naoki putting back his cellphone into the pocket of his pants, Hatoshi suddenly felt a gentle wind enter his mind. He bit his staggering lips with his mind capturing an echoing noise of feminine sigh, anticipating a telepathic conversation would soon happen again.

"Mistress Foreseen….is that you?" Hatoshi guessed telepathically.

The telepathic Mistress Foreseen replied, "In the flesh, Hatoshi Akarui or should I say, Sparror."

Hatoshi let out a sigh of relief after the telepathic confirmed herself as his fellow friend who helped him in defeating The Distrunians threat. The schoolboy retreated his anxious teeth away from the lip and replaced it with a reposed smirk.

"It's good to see you again," Hatoshi mumbled in calmness as he continued the telepathic conversation and raised curious eyebrows. "Anyway, are you here to be like….a reminder for the rematch with Southern Shield?"

Mistress Foreseen chuckled, "Very excellent guess, Hatoshi. I'm happy you still remember that."

"Even though you just took a two weeks break from the Superhero world and around two days ago, you had a wonderful trip alongside your close partner." Mistress Foreseen blurted out.

"I'm impressed that you are still able to grasp some…heroic spirit I should say." Mistress Foreseen added.

The schoolboy scratched the back of his sheepishly and released a brief sheepish wince. Then, Hatoshi quickly formed an assertive furrow when a short clip of Sparror's back invaded his mind as the telepathic conversation presumed, especially when he nodded and clenched the left fist.

"I indeed still maintain the heroic spirit even though I'm on break," Hatoshi reassured. "But I wanted to prove if I'm still capable of keeping my alter ego, Sparror."

"By entering the rematch?" Mistress Foreseen guessed.

Hatoshi nodded, "Yes, Mistress Foreseen."

"Also, it's part of the deal when he saved me back then," Hatoshi mentioned gladfully. "Besides, where's the place I'm going to have the rematch?"

"Ketsueki Valley." Mistress Foreseen answered swiftly.

"I see, thank you for sharing the information, Mistress Foreseen." Hatoshi uttered with a thankful tone

The schoolboy raised his opened hand with an affirmative gaze concisely pinned on the clean palm. A clean palm that soon morphed into Sparror's hand due to the projection of his thrilling mind, heating up the desire of proving if he was still worth it on maintaining the alter ego with the upcoming rematch.

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