Learning The History of Satoru's Unliving Ancestor

A blurry white flash bloomed on a vision within the opened eyes of Satoru who tried to get up his upper body from the hefty sleeping state. As the vision became clear, he raised a bemused furrow toward the current view his sight captured for now.

Silk-clean creamy wooden wall, floor, and a single-brown square shaped table were all the objects that were caught inside Satoru's sight. The glasses schoolboy steered his sight to the right and raised a frozenly-shocked frown on witnessing the shivering discovery, planted on the upper level.

Masses of blood-gulps latched tidily on above, resembling a massive horizontal portrait as it also contained a half body picture. Fresh-thick blood portrait of a woman with smooth-long hair and wore a kimono opening the warmhearted-smile, embarking the confusion on Satoru's broadened eyes the longer he perceived.

The presence of the picture even made the glasses schoolboy forcefully crawl back in anxiousness and skeptical thoughts blended together. Satoru also shook his head the more he crawled away from the picture before a slight intrigued eyebrows plunged down on his face, stopping the retreating movements.

Moreover, Satoru pushed his observative stare closer to obtain a crystal-clear glimpse of the woman's face. A picture of the familiar woman wearing a crimson kimono flashed brightly within the glasses schoolboy's mind, forcing him to exhale a heavy breathing after the recent realization clouded him.

A gulp of anxious saliva was swallowed by Satoru's throat as he lifted his trembling feet into a standing position. A mesmerized jaw dropped down on the glasses schoolboy the more time he frozenly watched the bloody beauty of the artwork, an artwork that might had some semblance of the red-clothed woman.

Satoru gasped and muttered, "That painting, that painting is basically similar to the woman in my dream."

"Shit…it means there was a high possibility that Sadari is truly my…oh noo.." Satoru murmured with him rubbing his sweaty forehead, overwhelmed by the revelation of Sadari's identity from his perspective.

"Sadari is indeed my…ancestor, also the woman in my dream too." Satoru added with a bitter tone.

"You….are…..correct…..my….,my….descendant." A tender, yet mangling voice rang from Satoru's back.

The glasses schoolboy slowly turned around and witnessed The Corpse Woman hushedly stand, opening a gladful smirk on her decomposing face. The recent presence of Sadari shrouded Satoru in dreaded fear as he took a sluggish-retreating step.

A worried wince emerged on Sadari's face for watching her descendant clouded by the frightened feeling on even noticing her appearance. A reluctant sigh was exhaled away from the decaying throat and encouraged her to heave up the gentle palm, omitting a gulping blood string on his wrist.

"I…promise….I…will…will…never…never…hurt…you." Sadari uttered with a raspy voice.

Satoru halted his retreating steps from going further, glossing over toward Sadari who was biting her despondent lips. Hence, he groaned in bother some and darted the skeptical furrow onto The Corpse Woman, preparing himself to engage in the conversation with his long-gone ancestor.

"Then, what is the reason to kidnap me…Sadari, right?" Satoru asked with him raising the staggering eyes onto Sadari, crumbling his standing feet.

Sadari tilted her to the left and chortled with the mangling voice, "Correct…my..name is Sadari…..and I had…had…had…a…special….reason…to bring…you here."

"I….promise….there…there…will…be..no harm involved…in..this….young one…" Sadari mentioned with a relief flew into her voice.

Shock and dread on handling the current condition may have faded away from Satoru's eyes as he heaved up a slight calm eyebrows, but puzzling thought lingered in him. The glasses schoolboy extended the bewildered lips especially when his sight precisely darted toward Sadari's welcoming smile.

A welcoming smile that only rained down another round of anxious sweat on his forehead, biting the unnerving lips. The Corpse Woman shortly released a burst of distorting giggle before initiating a tender step forward onto the bemused Satoru, raising the clutching hand she locked to his cheek.

Satoru panted and asked, "Then…what…exactly you wanted from me?"

"Just try to make you….remember the past….about…about…the….greatest…hero….in Rising Sun…" Sadari said with a glimmer of pride illuminated in her widened smirk, pushing closer her clutching hand below her descendant cheek.

Sadari happily giggled, "Just….stay…calm….I'm….just…going…..to….share…my…past thought into your….head….."

Satoru shook his head and nervously let out a refusal hiss when the decaying hand narrowly landed on his cheek. The Corpse Woman froze her hand and tilted her vibrating neck to the right with a concerned lips shrouded her head especially when the glasses schoolboy uplifted his head away from her.

"Tell…me…how is the process going to even work?" Satoru released another question with a bitter tone.

Sadari chuckled cheerfully and sighed, "Clear..your..your…negative thoughts my fellow descendant."

"I…promise the process will…not…not….be…painful…my…boy…" The Corpse Woman attempted to comfort her descendant, washing away the doubtfulness toward her that still resided in his perception.

The glasses schoolboy glossed over the surroundings back and forth, doubtfully heaved his eyebrows. A sheepish, yet mangling burst of laughter was declared out loudly by Sadari as she witnessed her descendant repeatedly rotate his head in all available direction, pouring down more panicking sweat on his cheeks.

Sadari grunted and scolded with a low-pitch growl, "Escaping….from…this…is….useless young…young…boy….Satoru!!"

"So tell me, where exactly am I or what even is this place…before you share whatever weird mind trick to me?!" Satoru demanded with a distressed grit on his face.

Satoru pointed his staggering finger and shouted with a frustration burnt through his lung, "I just need a clear answer, damn it!!!"

"I'm already at your mercy and I don't even know whether I'm going to live or not after this." Satoru groaned and released a dreaded gasp, followed by tears of sorrow dropping by on his eye sockets.

"Even if I die….I don't know if I can meet my mother there!!!" Satoru screamed and embraced the sudden despair, releasing a constant hefty breath and holding his head with both of his shuddering grasps. "I…don't even know…what I am exactly thinking RIGHT NOW!!!!"

"The worst thing is….I know….I know…I couldn't escape you!!" Satoru added, screaming the perturbed feeling to the room

Sadari calmly chortled and extended the gentle smile on her decomposing lips, "You letting….letting…the…thought of dead…too…too…much…Satoru…"

"Stay….calm…and…do….not….resist…or…treat…me…as…a…monster…" Sadari spoke in a tender demeanor.

Therefore, Satoru warily swallowed a huge chunk of saliva that had the noise resonating within the wooden room. He also closed his unnerving eyes and bowed his neck down as the decaying-clutching hand gently landed on the, shivered his spine for enduring the rigid skin of The Corpse Woman.

An intoxicated gladness saturated both Sadari's jaw and her throat, freeing a burst of mangling laughter. The gladness within her heart also lured out the malleable, red-maroon blood-strings break free from her shaking knuckle and caught the glimpse of the outside world as she carassing her descendant cheek.

The blood-strings speedily phased through Satoru's head like an intangible ghost after spending its temporal time on looking at the outside view. Furthermore, the blood strings keenly folded the schoolboy's fresh brain and surged out the gleaming crimson light throughout his head.

Crimson lights that were broadly illuminated on both of Satoru's eyes, dropping his jaw as his vision transitioned into the new reality. A new reality with blood-red shard of glasses scattered on the void-black sky before a blinding crimson light soared in the blink of an eye, awakening the vision of the past.

The past vision presented Sadari's human self standing on the main-wooden stage in the middle of sea full with people who were mostly wearing kimonos or a diverse variation of traditional clothes . Sound of cheers, uncontrollable gleeful screams, and shout of sparkling happiness enlivened the stage.

Each noises or screams fled into Sadari's ears, extended her joyful eyebrows and proudly lifted both of her hands to get a glimpse of the sky above. Tears of gaiety shed from her eyes socket the longer Sadari absorbing the cheering sound of the crowd especially when they chanted, "Our greatest Hero, Sadari".

Afterward, the relieving vision dimmed out into blankness like a lamp reaching it's time limit and soared a dampening ocean wave made of blood. An ocean wave that circled around on the middle part and unleashed a towering blood construct to reach the gloomy-black sky, creating large circular cracking lines.

A cracking line that zoomed out into a vision of Sadari alongside her son, Kotaro who already stepped on his teenage years and had a ponytail, calmly glossed over in the warmful afternoon sun. She gently patted him on the left shoulder and opened a jolly smirk onto him, squeezing with glimmering pride and happiness especially when her son thankfully nodded.

"You did a spectacular act, Kotaro." Sadari praised and tilted her head to the dazzling exuberant flashed through her wide smirk.

Kotaro giggled and said with firing excitement, "Yes it's all because of you, Mother."

"I will never forget everything that you did on both Rising Sun and me. You changed me from an ordinary boy into a very competent hero." Kotaro confessed with waterfall tears of salute showered on his cheek.

"I promise that, Mother," Kotaro added with him clenching his fist and placed it on his right chest.

"Me too, Kotaro," Sadari mumbled mirthfully.

Another endless blood wave splashed on the entirety of the current scene, wiping away any physical traces. Then, it blinked out a shimmering explosion of white light for a split second before unveiling the newest transition of Sadari's past view.

A view when she had her Samurai armor shielded her stomach alongside two of her humanoid comrades with each of them filling the left and right spots. A wooden-brown scaly skin crocodile man wearing the orange shogun armor and the violet fur of the bulky bear man wearing only white pants were the humanoid comrades who were present near Sadari.

They valiantly stood on top of the hill's edge with the ground covered by a dark-brown stony ground, perceiving their anticipative eyes on clouds above. Cloudy sky ascended a mystifying-white light and an enlarged-eagle claw plunged as it witnessed the three heroes awaiting its grand entrance.

"Are you ready to face this mighty foe, my comrades?" Sadari asked in delirium.

"I am ready." The bear-headed man spoke deeply as he gritted his enraged fangs similar to a starving bear.

"I'm…ready too, Sadari." The crocodile-headed man uttered with a brief anxious wince appeared on its jaw.

"Let us commence the victory that the Rising Sun will never forget in hundreds or even in the next millions of years," Sadari uttered with resolute confidence shone on both her rapid beating heart and her voice tone the longer she mesmerized at the clawed hands.

The prideful past moment of Sadari finally vanished in an instance and brought Satoru into the present time as both blood strings tangling his brain and the crimson lights faded out. The glassed schoolboy helplessly kneeled his trembling legs for enduring the aftershock of witnessing his ancestor's past.

While The Corpse Woman freed a pity to look toward her descendant as her forehead being heated up by the molten-crimson energy. It flashed a picture of Satoru either always irritated every time he had a rough conversation with his father or giving a sorrowful look to the sky, imagining a woman with orange short-curly hair watching and extending a gladful smile.

'After…sharing..the glimpse…of…my past life, I accidentally tapped into this young…boy past too.' Sadari mumbled within her mind as she widened the joyful smirk, especially on calmly watching Satoru try to get up his trembling legs.

The resilient watchful eyes enlightened the steaming crimson energy on Sadari's forehead before it evaporated completely. The leftover crimson energy left The Corpse Woman a golden idea especially when her descendant regained his standing position and released a continuous hefty breath.

'Therefore…I had another idea which is...why….not…I..just turn him into…my son…Kotaro…' Sadari murmured excitedly.

'Sounds….more…fun…and….I had…a…good way to…do…it, gaining….his…trust…' Sadari added as she might be grasping a golden opportunity of turning her recent descendant into her long-dead son.

Sadari cleared her sore throat and called out her descendant's name proudly, "Satoru."

"What…is it?" Satoru asked with a desperate winced.

"Let…us….have….a…a…small…discussion…shall…we…." Sadari persuaded.

Satoru uneasily nodded and grunted, "Fine."

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