Rage of Being Forgotten

One day has passed, today's late afternoon was sheltered by the wild raindrops descending from the cloudy-gray sky from above. Raindrops that showered every object, building, street, and other things or objects occurred in Neo Tokyo city.

People on the sidewalks raised their holographic umbrellas to block all the incoming raindrops, continuing their walking activity in this endless rain period. Most of the neon-color being picked by the umbrella were bright colors such as red-maroon, aqua-blue, pear-yellow, and lastly leaf-green.

Four-wheeled vehicles with striking neon lines on the rear parts, calling forth bluish-holographic square boards. Square boards the same size as each of the windows enveloped all of them and drained any traces left on the water stuck on the glassy surface, giving a temporal clear view for the driver from the front window view.

Although most people in the rain kept walking forward on the sidewalk or decided to rest inside safe places such as restaurants and etc, there was one citizen who stood hushedly. A thin-burly man who took the relieving spot beside the small-black pole street and wore a black jacket exposing the middle view of the blank creamy t-shirt alongside long jogging-white pants.

The man who also hoisted the red-maroon umbrella up to the cloudy sky extended an enticing grin. Violet lights flashed through his eyeballs as he declared a brief chuckle on the sidewalk that only around two or three people walked past him, not even glancing at his presence.

'I,,,,could…..add..Shirak….joining…the prologue show….with….the guest star….Sadari…' The man uttered with a mangling voice similar to a person who was filled with distorting energy within his mind. . 'But….her cameo….will….only….ruining…the flow of the show….sadly…'

The man gleefully chortled the distorting voice and closed his eyes in a soothing demeanor, 'Hope….the…exciting…prologue….will…lasted….more….than…one….day…because Sadari…..is….one….spectacular…..actress…I summoned….'

Rapturing-lavender lights illuminated through the man's retina and his vision was covered by a purplish stage tray abruptly. The trays briskly slid open the new vision from afar when aerated sparkles flared out from the middle part.

Therefore, the man's vision revealed things that happened near the spot of the trapezoid building. Trapezoid building that broadcasted a picture of Sparror centered the confident glare onto the bright blue sky with the elongated-red board revealed a few bold-white sentences said, "The Blazing Hero, Sparror has returned once again on protecting Neo-Tokyo's City."

Furthermore, the man steered down his vision in order to capture an attractive object on the right sidewalk and moved the trembling forward. The main star for his prologue show, Sadari kept walking forward with a stupored look clouder her face.

The man closed his eyes and the lavender lights dispersed into nothingness when he opened his eyes. His eyes reverted to the brown-human eyes once again with him extended the broad grin of satisfaction after witnessing the main star of the prologue show flooded in unrelenting despair.

'Sea…of….despair….denial….has….drown the….poor….Sadari…' The man uttered with a joyful smirk widely open, prolonging the comment within his mind as he continuously shook his head,

'The side effect…will…easily triggered….Sadari's inner…rage…of….realizing….people forgot about her legend or even the heroic achievement from 5 million years ago means nothing…in this era. Therefore….the prologue…show….will..be..very..enticing..since her bloodmancer power right now…indirectly turning her into the villain right now'

The surroundings of the trapezoid-news tower were drummed by the noise of frightened gasp from most of the people on both sidewalks. They even dropped their dreaded jaw on witnessing Sadari gripping her head with the shivering hand, slowly went into a submissive kneeling on the news board presenting Sparror's picture.

The corpse-woman even initiated a quick survey on the people across her and she only discovered all of them shivering in fear on looking at her as they took a trembling step back. Hence, Sadari kneeled on her knees alongside a line of blood dropped of despondency rapidly dropped down on the sidewalk.

"Why…they....fear…me?!" Sadari muttered with a sorrowful, yet distorting tone as more blood tears rained on the sidewalk. "I…am…the…hero."

"Why…..everything….change? Why…..the world rejected me?" Sadari added.

Sadari sluggishly hoisted her head as she retrieved back the grips away from her head, heaving the unnerving eyebrows. A vision from the past ignited through The Corpse Woman's vision when she dropped the flabbergasting jaw.

More specifically, a view from her era that occurred around five hundred million years ago, especially with watching the crimson temple on the same spot as the trapezoid building. A crimson temple presented a painting within the enlarged paper being hauled in front of the temple gate.

The artwork being presented was a woman wearing a black shogun armor strapping the rose-red kimono pointed the crimson Su Yari onto the sun. A valiant smile was extended on the woman's face as she glanced toward the ray of orange sunlight above, dropping a waterfall line of blood tear from Sadari's eyes sockets.

The corpse woman decided to steer her sight on the back and watched a group of people wearing variant types of kimono, clapping their hands and opening smiles of gratitude toward her. Sadari quickly opened a joyful smile before ear-piercing dizziness screamed through her head as she shrieked a distorting growl.

Hence, the vision of the past would soon fade away in an instance and return Sadari to the present time once again. She was greeted by a bearded man wearing a brown blazer and black jeans pants lent an opened palm, even though he bit his lips with dreadfulness burnt inside his head and hoisting the yellow-holographic umbrella

'"Excuse….me….do you need help?" The man asked with sweats of fear dampening his forehead.

At first, Sadari darted the skeptical wince toward the man who slowly took an unnerving step closer and forcefully opened a cheerful smile. However, another ear-wrenching dizziness echoed inside her mind and caused The corpse woman to bow down with the pain similar to capturing a ringing sound of broken electrical stuff.

Moreover, the man began to walk back as he watched a blood-red ring-like construct chain Sadari's head. The ring construct indeed vanished from his naked eyes, but bloodshot eyes from The Corpse Woman darted toward the man and began to lift up her trembling legs into a steady standing position.

Sadari pointed her rotten finger onto the man who frantically gasped and she spoke with an infuriating tone, "You…must…be….one…of…those..people…who forget about me, Sadari!!!"

"Instead…..you only remember…that Fiery….Demonic…Knight!!" Sadari yelled with her wrenching voice.

"Eh…what…do..you mean…by that. I'm sorry I never…heard a hero name…Sadari." The man nervously answered.

"Then…..you…..are…you….are….must…must…" Sadari repeatedly uttered the wrenching voice from her throat as she extended the furious stare toward the man, gasping the burning rage. "You…people….dare..to…forget…me….and…think….I…never…exist!!!?"

Sadari squealed a deforming noise in heating anger lingered inside her head, "Is…this….the price?"

"The….price….I…must…paid…for my…return…all of the citizens that I protected…forgot me!!" Sadari cried out loudly and declared a rushing survey of the surroundings of Neo Tokyo. Modern roads, feared citizens who some of them decided to hastily run away, and lastly, vehicles on the road that moved in reverse were all captured by The Corpse Woman inciting sight.

"Even….my…city….city….were all…gone by this….ugly manufactured!!!" Sadari shouted furiously as an abrupt shock of the dizziness screened out her head. Another blood-red ring constructs popped out and tangled her head once again for a brief seconds before dissolving into dust, convinced to drop her infuriating jaw and raised the clenching fist.

"Ungrateful….peasant…ungrateful…peasant!!" Sadari added with a picture of Sparror flashed through her mind and fired up the defiance. "They…all….decided…to…replace me with the so-called fire demon….who….is..now their hero of the Rising Sun!!!"

"I DID NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!"

Afterward, Sadari growled at top of her lungs on the surroundings and forced the man to rush away from her distance. The suit-man was now fully consumed by unnerving fear as he kept running even though his umbrella fell down on the ground, he was still running for his entire life.

Not only the suited man running away from Sadari, even some of the people on the sidewalk too. The long-time hero in the past was now the monster for Neo Tokyo citizens' eyes as she burst out a couple of blood-red vines from her back, channeling the hidden anger of being forgotten by the people she protected in her prime-past time.

'Should I deserve to return?'

Around five-ten minutes has passed, the news of Sadari continuously distorting the growl was already broadcasted from every media available in Neo Tokyo region. Even some of the cell phones already showed the recent news regarding the enraged-forgotten hero screaming.

Hatoshi, who was still inside his classroom and stood near the window, frowned with shocked on his raised eyebrows after watching the news from his active cell phone. A thought of interfering with the recent activity burnt through his mind in the form of his blunt stare as he put down his cellphone into the pocket located on the left side of the school pants.

'Look's like it's another time for Sparror to show up and solve this problem.' Hatoshi said reposely within his mind.

His glasses friend, Satoru who sat on a chair beside him had a puzzling look toward the schoolboy. Even Hina, who crossed her hand with an annoyed look and stood from behind Hatoshi's back, darted her sight onto him. She quickly released an irritated groan before taking a few steps forward in his direction.

While Yuna who sat behind Satoru with the left chair beside her was occupied by Naoki, glanced a worried furrow onto him. The schoolgirl nodded her head and forcefully opened a cheerful smile she centered on the wooden table with her eyes.

"Hey..Hatoshi, you got another…call from your so-called old friend again?" Hina guessed with a frustrating tone. "Oh..please….you wanted to get punished again like yesterday?"

"Or…should I say cleaning the entire school classroom," Hina added with an unpleasant wince.

Hatoshi swiftly steered his attention to Hina and rubbed the back of his head with an ebullient smirk centered on his face. A time for declaring a suitable counter in this situation was about to begin with the schoolboy briefly releasing a brief burst out of sheepish laughter.

"Come on….Hina…school is already over." Hatoshi remarked calmly and chuckled to let out an upcoming guess. "Even our Economic group work is finished and we're ready to present it on tomorrow."

"Besides, you did..this…just…because I'm going to leave Yuna again..right?" Hatoshi added.

"Of course, you're an irresponsible boyfriend," Hina argued. "Why the hell you always, al…"

"Don't worry about that, Hina." Yuna cut off her fellow friend's argument with a reassured tone. "Hatoshi has some kind of art project alongside his old friend and I'm fine with that, to be honest."

"So, It's okay I'll be fine if I have to go home without him," Yuna added.

Hina grunted, "Fine, fine, Yuna."

Hatoshi glanced at his close partner who defended his viewpoint and gladly nodded his head toward her, watching Yuna extend the cheerful smile into his eyes. Then, the schoolboy grabbed the red backpack below his left foot and strapped it on his shoulder before surveying all his friends who were still inside the classroom.

"Sorry, everyone…I must leave earlier." Hatoshi uttered with a pitying tone as he bowed his upper body briefly. The schoolboy also watched his scolding friend, Hina, walk to the left to open him clear access to the classroom door. "If…guys need help or anything, just text me."

"It's okay, Hatoshi." Satoru remarked with a bubbly closed-lips smile. "And good luck with your drawing project…my friend."

Hina giggled. "Yeah, good luck…and I hope you got good money from your…weird old friend."

"Also…about Yuna….well, I promise I'll keep her safe..hahaha." Naoki sheepishly chuckled with a lustful grin locked at Yuna. The schoolgirl blissfully giggled and shook her head, while both Satoru and Hina shook their heads with bitter annoyance.

"Oh come on, you simping again, Naoki. Damn it!!" Hina complained with a ruffled tone and sharpened her sight toward Naoki. The muscular student let out a proudful giggle that made Hina groan.

"Hey…I'm just teasing." Naoki replied with a thrilling smirk.

Hatoshi chortled and uttered, "Ah...Naoki, Naoki. You never really change."

Thus, Hatoshi rushed onto the door as he was prepared to dawning Sparror's suit once again especially when the new threat arose. His friend could only watch as the door was slid-open and The schoolboy quickly left the classroom, leaving the fellow classmate on joining the upcoming Superhuman activity nearby the trapezoid news tower.

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