The Twin Blood Comrade from Five Millions Years Ago

"I….wanted…to…see.." Sadari uttered with a despondent tone as she heaved one of her clenching hands in front of the sight.

The Corpse Woman propelled her clenching fist up to the afternoon sky with a swarm of blood mud enveloped her entire arms, closing her eyes. She rushedly opened her decomposing eyes once again and her pupils were replaced by gleaming liquified kanji that said, "Descendant".

Hence, Sadari's vision was now filled with a shrouding blood-red view from the sky above as her sight entered a new place far from the Sakura Forest. A place where she witnessed Satoru alongside his two friends, Hatoshi and Naoki, sitting on the school rooftop's seats and engaging in a conversation.

Line of blood tears dropped out from her eye sockets the longer she zoomed her sniper-like sight onto her descendant, Satoru. A whimpering stare colored The Corpse Woman's entire face especially when her mind briefly flashed a picture of her son of the same age as Satoru, opening a welcoming smile directly into her sight.

"The….descendant…reminded…of…son," Sadari spoke with a yearning tone the more time she spent glancing at Satoru who unfolded an uneasy furrow.

Afterward, the hawk-vision of watching Satoru vanished when The Corpse Woman blinked her whimpering eyes. The blood-mud-covered hand rested down as Sadari widened a gleeful smirk, taking a few steps backward with both of her rotten-like legs shivering deeply before releasing a burst of mangling laughter.

However, a disheartened wince bloomed on The Corpse Woman and she ended the mangling laughter with a contorting sigh. Thought of the descendant, Satoru forgetting her entire existence burnt through her mind, enforcing to growl in frustration briefly.

"Maybe….I….will….reminded..him...my...existence…after…" Sadari whispered with a distorting tone and a gleaming blood light emerged within her head, resembling a molten surface.

"After….after…I finished terrorizing all…those…ignorant people..who…forgotten my…existence." Sadari added as she decided to sharpen her perceived-decomposing eyes on the front.

Sadari grunted and raised her hand, "So…arise….my Yokai comrades…."

The twin, human-sized blood twisters rapidly twirled in front of Sadari's watchful eyes and began to burst out a clawed hand resembling a bear on the left twister. While the right twister slid out a decomposing-gray monkey-like face, widened a smirk from the impressed Sadari.

"Thanks…to…frightening the people…now you comrades…fight…alongside…me.." Sadari uttered happily. "Together….together….to…bring…our….era….back."

"I…..just….need…more….people…to…be..fear..and….included the impostor…hero…too.." Sadari added as she raised a gaze of delirium witnessing the two of her long-time comrades returning to the current era where they were also forgotten.

Therefore, the two bloody twisters were vastly dissolved without any traces left to be seen by the naked eyes. The two comrades of Sadari were once again entered the physical realm even though they were a couple of differences occurred in both of them

The left comrade was a two-meter tall bear-headed man with decomposing gray fur covering his entire body. Both of his eyes were covered by two blood mud constructs that became rough like an unpolished stone

While the right comrade was a thin man who had a crocodile head and rotten-brown skin with cross injury walks covered all over his limbs. His eyes, just like the tiger was indeed covered by the blood-red unpolished stone construct.

The resurrected comrades respectfully kneeled toward Sadari and she welcomed them with a gleeful smirk. The declaration of the late afternoon assault would soon begin as The Corpse Woman pinned her sight onto the afternoon sky and bit the staggering lips.

'Time…to…bring…fear….so…I can reverse this world….into…my…era…again.' Sadari muttered with her forehead burnt by the molten blood-red light, extending her wrathful glare and glossing over at two of her comrades.

Dark orange, late afternoon sky was now arising within Neo Tokyo and the citizens were now filling the sidewalks or public transportation in this period. Most of the citizens who appeared on the streets were high school students who had their school activity, workers from either the office or many things recently received permission to go home earlier, and some college students.

Furthermore, some of the citizens decided to spend their free-afternoon time chilling in malls, stores, restaurants, and cafes. One of the cafes being filled by the citizens was a small cafe in Jyuinza, which was a cafe that had a holographic-circular paint with white neon lines, placed on the middle top of the store.

A painting with a portrait of a silk-white woman smiling at the crowd with her cherry lips opened the dazzling-aqua blue eyes onto the outside world. Below the portrait of the woman, there was embarking neon Kanji that said, "Machika Cafe."

The inside of Machika Cafe was indeed occupied by the Neo Tokyo citizens who either mostly filled by young people. Young people who had a heated conversation involved the Superhero stuff, especially when some showed a news article about Sadari from their devices or just school stuff.

Although the inside was indeed full of citizens, the outside was less crowded as they were around four until five seats weren't filled yet. One of the citizens who occupied the outside seat, a pair of clean-white chairs and the circular table was none other than Kenta who now only wore a black t-shirt and long jeans with a brunette-hair girl who had a tousled-short bob hairstyle.

As the girl took a sip of her coffee, she tilted her head and noticed Kenta dart his amazed eyes on his black-casing phone. A phone screen that presented a picture of Sparror inside the barrier initiated a punch to the stomach of the enemy he faced days ago, Shirak.

"So…Kenta, how do you feel when you have a chance to capture Sparror's picture?" The girl asked and hummed in curiosity.

Kenta chuckled and said with a widened smirk of proudness, "It was one of the most beautiful things I ever captured in my life, Yurika."

"Especially when I wrote an article about him," Kenta said cheerfully.

Yurika took another sip of her coffee before placing the cup down on the circular table. Then, she rested her chin on top of her warm palm as she glanced at Kenta who only broadened the thrilling smile when he swiped his phone screen to the left and revealed the picture of Sparror walking forward.

Yurika sheepishly giggled and said, "Ah I see and why do you have that kind of thought."

"Because this is the first time I got a picture of Sparror and from what I heard he was indeed one of the hardest people being captured," Kenta explained with a firing enthusiasm burnt on his throat.

Yurika chuckled and blissfully shook her head, "You're indeed a weird man."

"Say the person who often sang in almost every night, I take that as a compliment." Kenta countered.

"Whatever," Yurika muttered with an irritated furrow before furrowing her eyebrows in jauntiness and pointing her marking finger at Kenta. "Hey, just to remind you again…I did that because of the stresses of making an album, Kenta."

Kenta sighed, "I know Yurika."

"I understand that…kind of pressure," Kenta uttered with an assured tone. "And it's lucky we can meet together again."

Yurika giggled, "Indeed, Kenta."

"I'm happy to meet you…again to relieve my stress," Yurika uttered gladly

However, the relaxing time for both of them suddenly ended when Kenta suddenly raised his eyes, especially with him pressing the gray-rectangular bar above his phone. It showed a white chat box that said, "Kenta, let's go to the Aozawa Terminal because they are two villains being trapped inside the barrier and it's quite good to take a picture of that."

"Kenta, do you have another Superhero problem…again?" Yurika asked concernedly.

Kenta put his phone on the table and placed a gentle smile on his phone as he held Yurika's hand tightly. The photographer even calmly nodded to his girlfriend before retrieving back the holding hand and got up from his seat, picking up the black backpack below his seat and strapping it onto his left shoulder.

"Good luck and I hope nothing happens to you." Yurika cheered.

Kenta chuckled and smiled, "I'm sure I'll be back safely."

Afterward, Kenta began to walk away from his girlfriend who had recently take another sip of the coffee, and concisely watched him depart. As the photographer kept walking further, an enticing grin was widely opened and a brown-electrical string flickered through his wrist in less than a second.

'Sparror, Sparror." Kenta spoke through his mind with an alluring tone echoed. "My future worthy prey."

'Someday your head will be mine.' Kenta added.

Kenta briefly chuckled and presumed his mind mumbling, 'I'm one hundred percent sure you will appear on this recent battle and I just need more time for the preparation too.'

As around a couple of minutes had passed, the conversation between Satoru and his other two friends continued with him opening a puzzling stare. The stare he darted toward the muscular student, Naoki, while Hatoshi rubbed his chin with a wandering demeanor the more he glanced at his glasses friend with the conversation presumed.

"What do…you mean by that, Naoki?" Satoru asked.

Naoki cleared his throat and said, "I meant…that you are probably some kind of a descendant or reincarnation….of that woman.I guess. That's what I know from my weird grandmother.'"

"That's impossible…" Satoru uttered with a thunder-shocked. "No…this is just your theory, Naoki."

Naoki chuckled and crossed both of his arms, "Impossible, are….you kidding me, Satoru? Of course, it's possible, especially in this world."

"We had people who can have superpowers crap, a goddamn person with animal armor, and don't forget, Neo Tokyo's newest hero is a…some kind of fiery cosmic being thing," Naoki countered with a baffling demeanor. "So you being that woman….descendant is possible.."

"Think Satoru, think about that," Naoki added.

Satoru groaned and shook his head, "You…may be right."

With the ongoing conversation between the two students presumed, Hatoshi slowly took out his phone as he felt a smooth vibration on the left pocket of his uniform. A surprised, yet frantic eyes painted his entire face to the picture of the humanoid blood comrade not only breaking the barrier on the front but drowning some of the policemen who blocked their way into the bloody wormholes.

'Another attack from…Sadari…and it's still the same place, okay then I must go right now.' Hatoshi muttered within his mind before glaring at Satoru and bit his lips in curiosity lingered in his mind. 'Speaking about Sadari, it may be a good idea to bring Satoru in this case, but not…now.'

'Because he is a citizen of course and a normal…high school student too.' Hatoshi added with him nodding and declared a cheerful smirk. 'Besides, I am really eager to try if the talking method still works on guiding her to the right path. So yes…I will be that way too and wish there are no bad things to happen when I'm doing it.'

Then, Hatoshi firmly stood up from his seat and lured the attention of his other two friends by targeting their sight at him. Moreover, Naoki released a tiring groan and Satoru sharpened the suspicious gaze onto his friend as he watched him rubbing the back of his head.

The glasses boy's mind also had his mind that Hatoshi's body was engulfed with a blazing twister in temporal seconds, unveiling the heroic identity. The superhero who was none other than, Sparror stood valiantly in front of him before fading away and reverting back into his friend when he cleared his throat

"Let me guess….you will make permission that you had some kind of project with your old friend."

"Yeah..very correct, Naoki," Hatoshi replied.

"Also…excuse me…can you tell Yuna too that I might not be going home together because of this?" Hatoshi added with a polite tone.

Naoki raised a thumbs-up finger and an excited grin was painted on his face, forcing the glasses student to shake his head in irritation. While Hatoshi thankfully nodded even though he bit his lips a little spark of annoyance appeared especially when the muscular student retrieved his thumb, widening the grin.

"Do not be worried about that, Hatoshi," Naoki remarked with a gleeful tone and chuckled shortly. "I'll make sure Yuna..will be fine."

"Thank you, Naoki," Hatoshi replied thankfully.

Hence, Hatoshi rushed away from his other two friends and put his phone into the inside of his pocket at the same time. His mind was now enlightened as his running steps echoed the school's rooftop and caught the interest of some of the students on the rooftop, sharpening their puzzling glare on him.

'Hatoshi as much I did respect you as a friend….I had some suspicion that you may be Sparror the entire time.' Satoru uttered within his mind and opened an enticing smirk. 'If yes…good luck and I hope you are able to stop the forgotten hero and maybe teach her some heroic lesson too.'

Then, Satoru nodded his head in despondency and uttered through his mind, 'A forgotten her…who might be ancestor…because that woman maybe herself before becoming this.'

'I just wish this is only mine or Naoki's crazy theory.' Satoru added

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