An Upcoming Night Filled by Blood Magic And Screams

Tutshiro Hills had many varieties of extraordinary things, such as the dazzling bluegrass covering the entire landscape, and the trees with the bluish leaf had a shape resembling the tip of a spear. The hills also contained another majestic thing appearing on the hills, which was a tree with a blood-red stem standing quietly on the edge-left, isolating itself from the other trees.

The isolated tree also contained three sets of azure-blue jewels latching on the middle of the stem, flashing a sparkling blue light shortly. Beneath the blood-tree stem, a flickering-circular blue wave flickered constantly and went brighter whenever the freezing-night wind passed by.

Although the blood-red tree stem only stood alone within the Tutshiro Hills territory, the underground level of the tree contained a microscope-sized white cube floating on the left side. The cube had a dark-blue circular button planted on the middle right of the hushed cube as it held together with the existence of the evacuation room for the Rising Sun citizens.

Rising Sun citizens who were there for the main purpose, the ongoing superhero action of Sadari. More specially, the citizens mostly from Neo Tokyo's city were the ones filling every spot of the spacious-white dominated evacuation room by sitting on the edge of the ground.

"Are you buying an idea that the creepy ghost lady is….really a hero in the past?" A teenager with a red-school uniform and long black hair within the crowd of evacuated people bickered with his other two friends who were in the discussion circle.

A short-black hair girl with the same uniform as her friend shook her head with a perturbing feeling sparked inside her head. She even bit her lips that luring the attention of a bald-head student with a muscular body, especially when he winced one of his irritated eyes toward her.

"Yumi, as long as the creepy ghost lady isn't here, you don't have to be scared or overthink it like usual." The bald head man suggested.

While the three teenagers having a conversation regarding the current problem of Sadari's existence in this era, Kenta glossed over the picture of Sparror. The picture of The Flaming Hero being contained inside the phone screen he contained, widening the thrilling smirk the longer observing the picture.

'Whenever I saw this picture of Sparror, it always brought excitement or even a hidden thrill.' Kenta mumbled through his mind.

However, a despondent furrow abruptly entered the photographer's face after spending more time glossing over Sparror's picture. He even put his phone into the pocket of his pants and reluctantly sighed as the flashing picture of his girlfriend smiling invaded his mind.

'But… I have to do something with the relationship between me and… Yurika.' Kenta murmured within his mind in bitter regret and frowned.

As Kenta felt deeper into the stream of sorrowfulness with him forcefully closing the shaking eyes, there was another person who also shared the same thing as him. The person was none other than Satoru, who was on the far left and surveying the ground below with an unnerving stare being locked.

Furthermore, the glassed schoolboy placed the active phone beside his ear as the phone-call conversation between him and the rough voice of his father occurred. Two of his friends, Naoki, and Yuna, sat on both the right and left sides, calmly watching Satoru biting his lips in worriedness.

"Satoru, this is just the answer I could tell you regarding the dream you often have nowadays." Satoru's father answered sternly through the phone call.

Satoru gasped and uttered, "You meant…that it related me and mom to that woman?"

"Possibly, it's from what I remembered whenever your mom had a dream on Saturday night." Satoru's father uttered with an assured tone. "Anyway, you're okay in there?"

Satoru nodded, "Yes…I'm fine and I'm with my friends, Naoki and Yuna here."

"That's great…I just hope you don't get involved with the Superhero." Satoru's father warned.

"Ah..stop talking about the Superhero thing, dad!!" Satoru replied with a harsh tone ignited inside his lungs. "It's always the same thing and I'm very sick hearing that from you.

"Also, please, just end the call with me now..father," Satoru added and exhaled the hefty breath.

Afterward, the phone call ended when a beeping noise echoed throughout Satoru's surroundings. He groaned and rolled both of his eyes, convincing Naoki to give him a tap on his left shoulder.

"Welp..at least you are here with us," Naoki said with a cheerful tone and widening his encouraging grin.

"Yeah…whatever, Naoki," Satoru muttered as he briefly rubbed his face.

Yuna sighed and joined the conversation with soft-tone guessing, "Looks like your father has trauma anything related with Superhero because of your mother's death?

Satoru shook his head and bickered as he put his phone into the inside of his uniform's pocket, "Yes..he is and it's the reason I'm rarely talking with him, most of the time."

"Remember, superheroes are not always able to save everyone at the end of the day," Satoru mumbled firmly as he tightened his knuckle. "And yes…Mom..is maybe…the unlucky one."

"I see…well it's quite sad, but I guess you're quite harsh to him too," Yuna advised ebulliently. "Based on the recent conversation."

Satoru immediately cleared his throat, tossing aside all the bothering thoughts that remained lingering in his mind. A jaunty smile slowly colored the glasses boy's face as he glanced toward Yuna who tilted her head to the left, indirectly making Naoki open an aroused smirk.

"Your advice may be right, Yuna, I am indeed quite harsh to my…father, but still…" Satoru uttered with anxiousness furrowing his eyebrows whenever the thought of being related to his father flickered inside his mind.

Yuna chortled, "It takes time, Satoru. Eventually, he may listen to you especially if you are less harsh to your father whenever you talk with him. "

"I agreed with what Yuna said," Naoki said with a jolly tone and rubbed the back of his head. "Also..about the weird ancestor-shit type, I think you should calm it down."

"Instead, why not just focus on talking about Superhero things right now," Naoki added and surveyed the surroundings as he attempted to prolong the advising conversation.

The glasses boy sheepishly released a bust of a giggle before shaking his head for a brief second. Hence, Satoru rested his back on the cold white wall behind him and continued to extend the gladful grin toward both of his high school friends, readying himself to move on to another topic of discussion inside this evacuation room.

"Thanks for the advice…everyone," Satoru spoke thankfully. "I'm sure ready to talk more..weird things about Sparror or even the other heroes too."

The night sky on Neo Tokyo City went darker than before with the dark-purple sky taking the center stage and chilling wind continuously flying across the city. Radiant moonlight illuminated the darkness of the sky above as the gleaming moon arose valiantly.

The citizens were now not visible to the naked eye due to the ongoing fight between Sadari and the heroes still rambling the city's area. Buildings, sidewalks, roads, and most of the spots in the city became empty as the wasteland, only alerting announcements from the tender-robotic woman resonated in the city.

"Citizens of Neo Tokyo, if the evacuation squad hasn't picked you up you may find a safe place as quickly as possible." The robotic woman calmly released an announcement toward every area of Neo Tokyo that seemingly repeated like an endless loop

However, there was a sign of life appearing in the city other than the heroes or the forgotten hero. It was a dark-blue bulky truck carrying a coal-black cube with striking blue lines wrapping the edge parts on the back to act as the trailer, still driving forward in the middle of the road near Masafumi High School's distance.

Two armored N.T.P.D policemen were taking the spot inside of the driver seat in the front. One of them held his hand on the gleaming-white steering wheel and the other sharpened the heedful sight on the window view on the right.

"One more person, right to pick in, Mam?" The driver asked politely.

The old female officer nodded and uttered, "Yes and it's in Masafumi High School."

"Okay then." The driver replied reluctantly and groaned. "Sorry for complaining, I wished the teleporter is a one-time-use type of thing."

"At least we kept the civilians safe, officer Nakada." The female officer replied.

Unbeknownst to the last evacuation truck, a blood wormhole popped out in the middle of the sky above. The bloody wormhole rushedly vomited out Sparror with his body fully covered by the molten cloth, letting him fall like a meteor.

The Flaming Hero shrieked a contorting growl as he fell closer onto one of the sidewalks near the mini-market with a dimming brown backpack hologram on the middle top. A brown backpack that had a store name written on the middle by a neon-white letter and said, "TOMO".

"Trapping….Sparror…inside the…portal…is….worst…idea…ever…" Sadari's distorting voice muttered out from the twirling bloody wormhole.

Then, the bloody wormhole steered around its hawk-like aight onto the left and caught an intriguing sighting. A sighting of the evacuation truck parked at Masafumi High School's front gate with the two officers exited the vehicle, giving her a chance to share mangling laughter of delirium.

"However…..it's….part of my plan too…for…..arriving here…" Sadari uttered. "More….power….to reverting….back to my….era…"

Therefore, the bloody wormhole shrunk down until nothing of its physical traces were left to be seen by the naked eyes. The terror of bringing tormenting fear to those people who had forgotten her history met its continuation with the next main target, the evacuation truck.

Inside the cube trailer of the evacuation truck, a glistening-neon green light soared out from the medical-cross shape hologram. A hologram hovered placidly on the very top middle of the trailer and unveiled the people, either sitting or lying down on the left and right spaces.

Ranging from the unfortunate office workers one of them frozenly frowned in despair for processing the event, a young citizen around the age of nineteen or early twenties who dropped the tiresome jaw, and an old person closing their eyes. Even a citizen who wearing a sports uniform was included inside the trailer with him

"Where did we stop right now!!" A young man with messy orange hair uttered in franticness. "Come on…come on, be quick..please!!!"

"I still…had a goddamn assignment to do..please!!!" The young man added

A woman wearing a pink sweater and had brown-ponytail hair grunted, "Will you be quiet for a once young man?"

"You are not the only one having this kind of problem too!!" The woman scolded harshly.

Unfortunately, the abrupt presence of a bloody wormhole emerged in the middle of the hostage. Frightened screams, growling, and squealing resonated altogether inside the cube especially with them motionlessly witnessing The forgotten hero's infuriating glare arrived on their naked eyes.

Furthermore, the worst thing for the unfortunate citizens was when the smaller bloody wormholes appeared beneath each of them. They couldn't even lift either their fingers or feet with the portal kept spinning rapidly.

Instead, the citizens were drowned in the depth of the bloody wormhole and Sadari's full body had fully entered the physical realm of Neo Tokyo. With one of the horrified citizens completely falling into the wormhole, a molten-crimson light arose on her decomposing fingers and encouraged her to joyfully exhale a fresh air from her throat.

"Another power increase….has fallen to me once again…and…it's quite joyful…for me.." Sadari said with firing excitement that scorched her mind.

With another couple of minutes passed, a fiery ball construct popped out near the Masafumi High School and fluidly morphed into a molten human figure. A human figure that had the fiery cloth dispersed into dust in an instance.

It revealed itself as a Sparror who entered the occurring crime scene with skepticism and shivered his shimmering yellow eyes. The Flaming Hero clenched both of his fists to regain bitter courage inside his mind and sluggishly tilted his to the left.

'It's luck I could escape that pocket dimension with my explosion.' Sparror mumbled within his mind and sighed. 'Which…means there's still a chance for me to rescue the hostages even though it will cost my power like the last time.'

'Especially when I unleashed an explosion there.' Sparror added with his mind a moment when he was being strangled by Sadari on the neck inside a realm, filled with only tainted blood for the entire interior.

It also flashed forward a moment when The Flaming Hero soared an exploding molten light on the entire bloody realm before fading away. Gladful eyes shortly appeared for Sparror.

"Besides, it's quite coincident that Sadari chose my high school as her threat," Sparror mumbled through his mind. 'I just hope she didn't do this just because she somehow….knew my secret identity.'

Panic-stricken eyes ignited within the void-black of Sparror's face as he noticed the odd thing about the evacuation truck. The backside of the cube was widely opened and unfolded the glimpse of the inside that forced The Flaming Hero to call forth a fiery twister, devouring his armored feet.

Hence, his physical presence vanished from the naked eyes and respawned in front of the opened door of the cube's trailer. A dreaded frown overwhelmed Sparror's entire sight when he frozenly witnessed the inside of the trailer was empty.

No sign of the person or survivors appeared after Sparror alertly initiated a quick scan on the inside with his dreaded eyes. Both of his armored hands even staggered and commanded his shivering feet to take a few steps backward, prolonging his eyes on steadily marking the emptiness of the cube trailer.

'Is…what Chemistra said is true?' Sparror mumbled with a worried tone through his mind as he clenched both of the trembling fists.

'That…Sadari was too far gone for convincing her to become a hero again.' Sparror added before briefly taking a reluctant sigh. A sigh that swiftly halted his hand from ever staggering in either frightful or dread, awakened the confident glare within his shimmering eyes when he locked at Masafumi High School's rooftop.

Sparror gasped and presumed his mind mumbling, 'Well…let's see if it's necessary to discard the talking method.'

All of sudden, a distressed high-pitched scream of the girl echoed through The Flaming Hero's sharp hearing. The Flaming Hero heedfully flipped the molten hand and vastly bounced him away to the sky above as gleaming cloth glistened the lava-like light across the chilling surroundings of the school.

Regardless, Sparror quickly received a glimpse of the screaming source that sang on the middle side of Masafumi's school front view. A glimpse of a curly hair schoolgirl with a blue blazer slowly drowning into the bloody wormhole and helplessly watching Sadari twisted her neck to neck alongside mangling laughter of enjoyment.

"Zuryah!!!" Sparror grunted as a bursting wave devoured his body and incinerated him in less than a split second. including the wave too.

Therefore, a fiery wave instantly arrived with its towering presence and enveloped the entirety of the blood wormhole. An orange armored hand spawned on the bursting, tightly captured the wrist of the distressed high school girl who was already having her lower body being dragged into the wormhole.

"Deiyah!!" A contorting grunt arose within the towering-fiery wave.

Then, The Flaming Hero materialized his physical presence into the school girl's eyes who went down in shock, yet gladness as she sluggishly gasped in gladness. Glistening yellow lights flickered on Sparror's eyes and happily nodded toward the schoolgirl as he commanded a swarming-fiery cloth to cover her entire body, preventing the schoolgirl from going further.

"My…last..prey after the two policemen and…her friend….I will not…let you interrupt it….Sparror!!!" Sadari shouted with scorching frustration engulfing her throat.

As Sadari attempted to thrust forward her suyari, a molten shockwave valiantly awakened on the scene and ricocheted her away. The Corpse Woman hurriedly impaled the school ground with forcefully hurled down the tip of her suyari, holding herself from the pressuring wind of the shockwave that dissolved in an instant alongside the towering wave.

It revealed Sparror stood firmly with his resilient hand holding the high school girl's hand as she felt her legs crumbling. The Flaming Hero retrieved back the holding hand and snapped his armored finger for making the molten cloth on the girl vanished in the naked eyes, encouraging the girl to give a thankful smile.

"Thank you very much for everything….Mr…Sparror?" The high-school girl said with nervousness clouding her tone.

Sparror calmly nodded his head even though he slowly let out a constant-contorting breath, raising the worriedness of the schoolgirl with her raised a wince. Thus, a tiny-fiery ball construct popped out beside his left cheek and darted the worried girl's expression in a placidness enlightening his mind.

…

***