The Another Perception On Seeing Sadari's Action

Warmful afternoon light soared broadly on the clean-bluish sky across the entirety of Neo Tokyo City. A city that was now becoming quite like a dead city as there were no people on the sidewalks or even resurfaced in every available building for initiating their various activities this afternoon.

Vehicles of busy citizens didn't drive or even showed their appearance on the road, only N.T.P.D cars parked on the chosen spots near the street lights. Scouting-white drones swiftly fled altogether and scanned the surroundings with their gleaming-green one eyes to scan any upcoming danger, including the recent threat of Sadari.

With the N.T.P.D filling most of the area, the citizens were now mostly decided to spend the current activity on their homes. The Akarui household members were also spending their afternoon time in the house especially to avoid the burdening-boredom from not influencing their minds.

Starting with Hatoshi kneeling on the carpet, pinning his pencil on the white paper filled with black and white drawings. The drawing paper he tidily placed on top of the wooden paper, opening him a chance to have a smooth tracing on the leg part of one of the characters in his current artwork.

More specifically, the schoolboy calmly traced the stomping leg of The Forgotten hero who he faced last night, Sadari. Sadari who was in his outlined artwork hoisted her sugar alongside, streaming waves of blood fled out from the tip, stabbing position as she fled down toward the enemy who stood below.

The enemy was none other than his superhero identity, Sparror valiantly standing and hoisted his blazing palm that held the bubbly shield. Assertive eyes darted at his foe above, anticipating the incoming charge of The Corpse Woman who dropped her enraged jaw, encouraging Hatoshi to finish his tracing on the leg.

A reluctant sigh was exhaled from Hatoshi's mouth when he scanned his newest artwork, resting his tracing pencil beside the drawing paper. Furthermore, the schoolboy hushedly darted the sorrowful stare on his knuckle, lying down on the right side of his knuckle near the enraged-Sadari's drawing.

Hatoshi shook his head anxiously and murmured through his mind, 'I just hope there is nothing really bad on Satoru.'

"Hey nice new artwork, Hatoshi." A rough female voice released praise, luring Hatoshi to turn around his head.

His sight captured his cousin, Hirata taking a seat on the left side of the balmy sofa and drinking the plastic bottle, containing a strawberry-red liquid until half of it remained. Then, she resonated an echoing blurp before fully darting her intrigued eyes at Hatoshi's newest artwork, opening a welcoming smile on his face.

"Well, thanks for…the praise," Hatoshi said happily and released a brief sheepish giggle. "Anyway…you're already done with your house chores?"

Hirata chuckled and said, "Yup I already did it. Quite tiring, to be honest even though…it's only upstairs."

"As for your lovely girlfriend, yes she is still busy finishing her chores outside," Hirata explained and a taunting furrow was raised.

"Ah. I see, well I already finished with the house chores too," Hatoshi replied calmly. "Especially with me finishing on cleaning up half of the downstairs. So that I could start my drawing time..hehe."

Then, Hirata moved her leg away from the balmy sofa as her eyes were lured by Hatoshi's newest artwork, landing her kneecaps on the fur carpet and placing the soda bottle on the table on the far right. The curly-haired girl swiftly captured the crystal clear picture of the artwork and dropped an amazed smirk on her lips that got wider the longer she spent on watching it.

Hence, she retrieved back her perceived stare from seeing the artwork and opened a burst of chuckle that raised bemused eyebrows on Hatoshi's face. Hirata turned her eyes to the right and witnessed the clear image of her cousin transitioning completely into his heroic identity, Sparror.

A heroic identity who furrowed his gleaming-lantern eyes in a soothing-cheerful demeanor on being watched by her curious stare, letting out the thrilling smirk. The picture of Sparror replacing her cousin faded away and reverted into Hatoshi who only extended his bemused eyebrows toward Hirata, scratching the back of his head.

"Eh..what's happening?" Hatoshi asked politely.

"Nah I'm just amazed at your current artwork," Hirata answered blissfully, tapping her chin shortly.

Hirata pointed to the paper filled with the artwork and said, "Because I'm very sure you made this new artwork based on your Superhero experience, right?"

"Well…your guess is correct, Hirata," Hatoshi said, and biting his lips with nervousness invaded his mind. "It's a good way for me to let out the stress and pressure on handling it."

"I understand that kind of pain even though you just a…what?" Hirata uttered with a jolly smirk that was cleanly formed on her lips and twitched her left eye in enlightening curiosity.

"An..operator. A superhero operator just like my father." Hatoshi replied, showering unnerving sweats on his forehead due to locking his eyes

Hirata giggled and took a guess, "Yeah…operator that often predicts or simple way to describe any upcoming dangers."

Hatoshi sheepishly released a giggled and pulled away from his resting hand from the table as he watched his cousin tilt her head with a blissful suspicion. Afterward, the schoolboy nodded his head and tossed aside the thought of her cousin suspecting his superhero identity in the form of a placid grin.

"Very correct, Hirata," Hatoshi spoke confidently.

"Welp…even as an-an operator, it's still quite very risky too," Hirata remarked, shaking her head shortly.

"That's why I'm very lucky you are here, Hatoshi." A reposting voice of an older man was captured on both Hirata and Hatoshi's ears, turning their sight onto the back-left.

They witnessed Uncle Sasaki with a gleeful smile head towards the sofa and quickly grabbing the opened soda bottle on the table, raising an annoyed furrow on Hirata. The curly-hair girl even released a groan as her father took the seat on the right side of the balmy sofa.

"What the...dad please give me back my soda!!" Hirata scolded, gritting her teeth in a fit of boiling anger.

Sasaki chortled, "Sorry I'm quite exhausted after cleaning the rooftop, Hirata."

Hirata crossed both of her hands and grunted in deep annoyance especially when her father drank every piece of soda in a single gulp, clearing his throat after the drink finished. While Hatoshi released a brief sheepish giggle toward his uncle, lured Sasaki to take a glance at him.

"So Hatoshi I heard you and the heroes had a tough time facing Sadari, right?" Sasaki asked.

Hatoshi nodded, "Yeah she's just way more flexible and elusive. Even Sparror had a very hard time capturing her."

"Guess Sadari was not only terrifying but very tricky to face," Sasaki mentioned relaxedly. "And you must be having a hard time even on telling her next attack to the heroes, right?"

"Yeah…indeed. Also, she was so smart that she brought Sparror into her..pocket dimension or something like that" Hatoshi mumbled

Then, Hatoshi suddenly released a gasp and dropped his shocked jaw due to a reminder resonating inside his mind. Hirata and her father, Sasaki heaved up their eyebrows with either worriedness or puzzling demeanor toward the schoolboy who shook his head and closed his lips.

He took a long sigh of bitter relief before sharpening his darting eyes on Sasaki who heedfully crossed both his arms, waiting for his nephew to presume the conversation. Hence, Hatoshi cleared his throat to capture the spark of confidence and conviction for his incoming statement.

"Ah…Uncle Sasaki, I have a question about this. Do you think a corrupt person like Sadari deserves to be defeated or put down?" Hatoshi asked politely, wincing his skeptical lips. "I…meant she was truly the hero from the past who was resurrected in the wrong era."

Hirata grunted, "Did you have any significant proof that Creepy Blood Magic woman is a hero in the past?"

"Well. I got it from The Onmyouji Hero, Agano who recently got a handful of information by doing his magic trick and Sparror too." Hatoshi answered, caressing his left arm and glanced at a sorrowful furrow.

"Every time Sparror encountered Sadari, he always saw that her power often rejected his way of befriending her or even his guide to making her accepting this current world."

"Besides, I just wanted to hear from your perspective regarding this problem, Uncle," Hatoshi remarked, briefly closing his despondent eyes.

Sasaki smoothly rubbed his chin as his mind attempted to dig up a suitable answer related to his nephew's current problem. While Hirata only frowned in deep suspicion toward her cousin who attempted to create a firm look by extending her glaring eyes.

With the answer still in the progress being announced, Hatoshi hoisted his trembling palm and was overwhelmed by another thought from days ago. Thoughts days ago that merged into several montages being played within the schoolboy's mind.

More specifically, the rapid-mind montages revealed every scene related to either the blood ring construct or the molten crimson light on her forehead that electrocuted Sadari and forced her to growl. The montages vastly dispersed into cotton-white shards, bringing back Hatoshi to the current reality with him hushedly grunting in uneasiness flooding his mind.

"Hatoshi." A voice from his uncle convinced Hatoshi to wash away the uneasy feeling with him, exhaling the bothersome air away from his lung.

"Did you find the answer, Uncle Sasaki?" Hatoshi asked, shaking his hand as he watched his uncle rest his rubbing hand onto the balmy sofa surface.

Sasaki briskly nodded and said, "Yes I already found it."

"I would say that Sadari is best to be put down no matter what," Sasaki said with a stern tone. "Even though she was the hero in the past, her resurrection seemingly corrupted her from inside out."

Hatoshi reluctantly sighed, "You meant…she was now fully becoming the villain because of her corruption."

"Indeed, Hatoshi, and since she is the villain, the best ways are either imprisoning her like a normal criminal or the other path that the heroes might not like to do," Sasaki exclaimed with hesitation and colored his lips.

Sasaki shook his head in a bitter demeanor and said, "Put her into an eternal rest for once and for all."

"Is it basically…killing her?" Hatoshi guessed with a little torch of anger.

"Yes, Sometimes the dead should never come back again and Sadari was one of the examples," Sasaki remarked with a stern tone.

"From proudful hero turned into a villain just because of resurrection," Sasaki added, shaking his head. "Very very unfortunate fate for the poor Sadari. That's all I can say about this recent criminal."

Sasaki groaned with a slight bitterness, "We indeed made a mistake in forgetting her existence, but at the same time, we had a right to call her a villain because of what she did. Kidnapping and making people traumatic are not what heroes do."

"Remember that Hatoshi," Sasaki remarked and heaved his affirmative finger toward his nephew's eyes.

Hatoshi quickly felt a shiver of dread on his very spine and constantly gritted his trembling teeth. He gazed down his perturbed eyes onto his opened palm with the thought of putting Sadari into the eternal rest invading his mind.

'Chemistra was truly right about this. I should fight from the second encounter.' Hatoshi mumbled through his mind and turned his stare briefly onto his artwork, precisely onto his Superhero identity, Sparror.

'I…guess this is another new lesson for my ongoing heroic career as the new Superhero in Neo Tokyo.' Hatoshi added, regaining a spark of relaxation in his mind with sluggishly extended a gladful smirk.

Hatoshi smirked shortly, 'A very important lesson indeed.'

Thus, Hatoshi glared at his uncle once again him slightly creating a poised furrow and holding tightly his clenching fist. He swiftly darted his eyes onto Sasaki who greeted him with the reliving smile painted on his face, convincing Hirata to sharpen her suspicious sight toward her cousin.

"Thank you for sharing your thoughts and perspective about this situation, Uncle Sasaki," Hatoshi said and thankfully nodded.

"You're welcome, Hatoshi." Uncle Sasaki replied blithely as his vision began to gust away the presence of his nephew into The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo City.

The heroic identity who firmly got up into a steady standing position based only on his eyes, filled with the glimmer of gratitude on seeing his nephew was the hero. While Hirata halfly unveiled a grin of cheerfulness on glancing at her cousin who darted his eyes onto the Sparror's artwork again.

'As much as I'm often being an asshole to Hatoshi, I'm still very happy and gladful that he is indeed a Sparror.' Hirata commented through her mind. 'I'm sure of it because who the heck wanted to have a teenage operator like him that's first.'

Secondly, the timing of his disappearance and Sparror entering the crime scene was the exact time..maybe. Lastly, his recent artworks. Why the heck he often drew about Sparror recently?' Hirata added, blurting out the rest of her assumption.

'By the way, let's just wait for the time when he would share his identity with me and my parents, also Yuna too...if she didn't find out first.'

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