Upcoming Rescue Mission on Ancient Hero's Teritory

"So you were truly a hero in the past?" Satoru asked, frowning one of his unnerving eyes as he held a small wooden cup, safely containing fresh water as he sat on the wooden floor. The glassed schoolboy was indeed accompanied by his undead descendant who excitedly sat in front of him,

His hand began to crumble in doubt with him frozenly watching Sadari winced at her jaw, revealing the irritated-decaying teeth. Decaying teeth that tingled a sense of disgust within Satoru's trembling stare, capturing the molten-crimson light illuminated on The Corpse Woman's forehead.

Luckily, she tilted her head to the left and vaporized the crimson light faster than the blink of an eye, reverting her forehead into a gray-decomposing skin. The Corpse Woman happily shared the enticing smirk toward Satoru when she repositioned her teetering neck into a straight-line position.

"Of…of….course…I'm…..the…hero!!" Sadari uttered with a soothing excitement firing up the depth of her mind. "A…a….hero…who…did…many spectacular acts…."

Satoru swallowed his saliva and uttered nervously, "Such..as?"

"Defeating….many…many..many…hostile Yokai….Oni…Evil Spirits….and many other…dangerous things in…..my…era…!!" Sadari explained in burning pride boiled through her extended smirk, hoisted the staggering-clenched fist, and briefly tapped it on her right chest.

"A…very powerful…enemy!!" Sadari added.

The Corpse Woman chuckled in burning delirium as she back and forth shook her head from up to down, encouraging Satoru to heave his puzzling furrow. Then, a flashing-crimson light shone on both of the blessed schoolboy's eyes like a lantern being turned on the night, tossing all of the confusion and skepticism with him sluggishly forming a cheerful grin.

"I..see that's a very awesome act." Satoru praised, widening his grin when Sadari lifted her clutching hand, and simultaneously shimmered the molten-blood red light on each of their decomposing fingers of hers.

Satoru sighed and said excitedly with the gleaming crimson light flashing on his eyes briefly, "Even…though you are an ancient hero. It's still…an impressive feat to be honest."

Sadari flipped her clutching hand before she declared a burst of thrilling, yet mangling laughter. The Corpse Woman even tilted her hasty neck from left to right, embracing the fiery delirium that boiled her mind by dropping the thrilling jaw and enlightened the crimson sparkle on her yellowish dirty teeth.

"Absolutely…absolutely…an impressive feat that I could…could ever do…..young one," Sadari exclaimed confidently, shaking her head from left to right.

She briskly noticed her descendant was still trapped in anxiousness about not drinking the water with his hand shakily holding the wooden glass. It forced Sadari to uplift her molten fingers beside her left cheek and flashed another round of crimson sparkles on Satoru's eyes in a brief second.

Hence, Satoru tossed aside the doubtful thought in the form of forging a welcoming smile, planted on his face. The glassed schoolboy swiftly took large a sip of the water on his wooden glasses until no more liquid was available anymore, and tenderly put his wooden cup on after finishing his drink.

A drink that brought a refreshment within Satoru's head as he released a mixture of jolly and excitement chortled across the room. The Corpse Woman soothingly perceived her intrigued eyes toward her descendant who shook his head in a sheepish demeanor before locking his enthusiastic eyes onto her, preparing himself to continue the smooth flow of this conversation.

'After…absorbing countless fear…of those…ungrateful….people…..I…gain…more unique power that I could blend it whatever…I wished…such…as…manipulating both..his…mind and his perception…even though…it's just simply altering…..what his mind thinking.' Sadari uttered through her mind with an exuberant thought, juiced her up, and convinced her to one crawl closer at her descendant who took a deep breath.

'It's…gladful…he still…didn't know…that…my blood…already controlled…his…mind, but not in…the perfect sense.' Sadari added.

"I never..expected that my ancestor was a mighty hero in the past!! Pretty..fucking awesome" Satoru spoke in a nonchalant, hurling down both of his clenching fists for letting him embrace the reality that Sadari was indeed a hero.

"I always thought my ancestors were just normal policemen," Satoru murmured excitedly.

Sadari joyfully giggled and said, "That explained…why you truly invested in Superhero matters, young one."

"Perhaps…so. I'm still….not quite sure with it.." Satoru said, furrowing his nervous furrows when the thought of having a conversation with his father gleamed in the depth of his mind. A conversation with the result of him created a frustrated look on his entire face.

"I…wished mom never died," Satoru added as he winced in sorrow, trembling both of his arms. "Maybe. I and my father will not often fight just because of my interest in anything related to Superheroes."

Satoru gasped and pleaded with him, extending his whimpering expression, "Mrs…Sadari sorry to say this, will…you help me on fixing this problem?"

Although Sadari continually flipped her gleaming fingers and awakened dimming flashes of blood-crimson light on her descendant eyes, letting a concerned jaw bloom on her face. Her descendant began to form a despondent whimper, slowly dropping a line of tears on the floor below.

Watching Satoru being showered with lingering sadness mostly about his father, encouraged The Corpse Woman to raise an assertive standing position. Sadari gently caressed her descendant cheeks, spreading a soothing comfort as he closed both of his eyes and sluggishly formed a relieving smirk.

"Of..of…of course…I…help…you..on…on..fixing the unhealthy relationship...problem with your..father, young…one…" Sadari reassured with a mangling tone and hoisted her decomposing hand in front of her left side.

"How are you going to fix this mess. Mrs. Sadari?" Satoru asked with hesitation, pouring deeply into his lungs.

"Tell me…now please!!" Satoru demanded and panted in freezing agony as raining sweats dampened the back of his neck, bowing his neck.

Sadari blissfully chortled and smoothly formed warmhearted, closed lips smile, "My best way…on fixing this is…bringing…a better…reality. A…reality in my time when….people still recognized me…as a…hero."

Satoru reluctantly sighed, "Is a new reality…also will it erase the other heroes too?"

"Other heroes such as Sparror, Chemistra, and many others who are outside…Rising Sun too?" Satoru argued politely.

Sadari shook her head and uttered heartily as she placed her palm in her beating chest, "No. I promise….they…..would….not….be erased…erased…in…in….my..my….new reality."

"Young….one," Sadari said happily, flashing the vision of seeing her descendant into her long-gone son, Kotaro. Her son who opened a mixture of excitement and gladful grin toward The Corpse Woman encouraged her to briefly giggle.

Satoru reluctantly bowed his head and closed his trembling hand to absorb the relieving wind within this area. An area in The Corpse Woman's proudful sight was different from her descendant captured in his naked eyes, especially any elements of the room such as the wooden floor, wall, table, and even the glass.

A reality that was just a room filled with the thick-gulping blood on every interior, including both glass Satoru's grasps and the table were made of fresh blood. Hence, Sadari gazed her joyful eyes onto the full-blood interior on the upper wall and widely opened her captivated smile, hoping the world could be back into her era again.

Another few hours passed, and the dark-gray cloudy sky successfully invaded the lonely streets of Neo Tokyo City's area. Rapid-freezing rain dropped across the city's area, showering most of the rooftops on the houses filled by citizens doing various activities either on upstairs or downstairs during this period.

The citizens included Hatoshi who was inside his bedroom upstairs, sitting on his comfy chair, and darted his intrigued eyes toward the screen presented on the screen of the gray computer. A screen that presented a picture of the colored version of the schoolboy's newest artwork.

An artwork that told the battle between the current enemy of Neo Tokyo or possibly Rising Sun, Sadari, and his heroic identity, The Blazing Hero, Sparror became the center spotlight of Hatoshi's stare. Moreover, Hatoshi declared firm lips latched on his face especially when he traced the white drawing board on the left with his white pants, filling the decomposing leg of The Corpse Woman with a gray color.

"Next time we meet again, I'm sure I'm ready to beat you, Sadari," Hatoshi murmured with an assured furrow precisely locked on Sadari's picture.

As the tracing activity presumed, a high-pitched echoing ringtone soared through Hatoshi's ears from near the left side. He quickly rested the tracing pen and glanced at his phone revealing a gleaming blue screen with the striking-white letters in the middle that said, "Misaki Kamiya" which appeared in his naked eyes.

Without hesitation, Hatoshi swiftly grabbed his ringing phone and placed it beside his right ear. The high-pitched ring tone ended when the schoolboy pressed the button in the middle below, preparing himself to engage in a phone call conversation with the fellow hero, Chemistra.

"Good Afternoon, Chemistra." Hatoshi greeted and nodded his head in a polite demeanor as his ears caught the distorting breathing from his phone.

Hatoshi sighed and asked firmly, "Is there any news you wanted to share?"

"I….already found an idea to find both your friend and Sadari, Sparror," Chemistra spoke with a chilling tone. "Which is using Zero's detector machine since I already had the blood and I needed you to activate it."

Bemused eyebrows latched on the entirety of Hatoshi's face and released a shocked gasp, trembling one of his hands. Nonetheless, the schoolboy sighed in bitter relief before declaring a curious smirk planted on his lap for gaining a smooth flow on prolonging the ongoing phone call.

"I thought…Zero's tracking machine could only work with alien blood, right?" Hatoshi argued.

"Not exactly. Based on what I did right now, in Zero's base, the scanner still works with Sadari's blood sample alongside her servants' blood which I received yesterday." Chemistra countered with a stoic tone announced from Hatoshi's active phone. "As for my location, I'm in Zero's base."

"I see..this is very great," Hatoshi replied in gladness, widely dropping a relieving, yet surprised jaw and holding tightly to his phone as the phone call conversation was presumed due to he caught a noise of distorted breathing from his phone.

Hatoshi blew the bothersome air away and said with a little spark of excitement lingered in his mind, "Anyway I had an important question about the…how to find the location process, Chemistra."

"Is it going to be painful like before?" Hatoshi asked, letting out a burst of a cheerful giggle as he raised his alarming eyebrows. "Just to make sure..hehe. I know I had a regenerative power, but I still felt pain too, and…that experience was quite horrible."

"Sorry to say this," Hatoshi added with a sheepish tone and released a brief sigh. "By the way, Did Zero give you some kind of exclusive access to you?"

Chemistra groaned through the schoolboy's phone loudly, "Yes. Let's move on to the important stuff."

"As for the information whether you will be electrocuted or not, the answer is no because in this situation you only release some parts of power," Chemistra reassured with a stoic tone, extending the gladful frown being planted on Hatoshi's face as he steadily captured every bit of this refreshing information.

"The precise reason is her blood is more stable and easier for the machine to contain or even do its job compared to The Distrunian," Chemistra explained rigidly through the ongoing phone call. "Therefore, there will be no harm as the process begins, and let me remind you again, you only need one fire blast to activate the machine."

Another pause for the phone call conversation was declared when Hatoshi released a burst of gleeful laughter, shimmering the flashes of yellow light within his face in brief seconds. He even swiftly got up from his comfy seat and tightly held the gleaming phone with enticing excitement that dominated his thoughts.

"Also as for the meeting time, can you come to Zero's base at this period, Hatoshi or Sparror?" Chemistra suggested.

Hatoshi nodded in bursting confidence and spoke, "Sure I'm very ready with it, Chemistra."

"Great to hear it," Chemistra replied.

Afterward, the phone call between the heroes ended with the blitzing noise howling. Hatoshi quickly put his phone away and formed an assured smile as he glanced at the above interior, firing up the heroic desire in his beating heart.

'Satoru, don't worry, I will soon rescue you from Sadari,' Hatoshi uttered through his mind with sparkling confidence gleamed brightly and raised the clenched fist tightly in front of his sight.

'Who might be your ancestor in the past, especially I heard that you've been dreaming about her.' Hatoshi added, engulfing a blazing torch on his tightened knuckle as he was ready to go outside and wore The Blazing Hero's suit, Sparror again.

'An ancestor that is sorry to say….I must defeat her no matter what because she's too far gone with the corruption.'

Therefore, Hatoshi sharply locked his affirmative stare into the bulky wooden door of his room and dimmed out the blazing torch on his knuckle as he stepped forward. The next objective for the schoolboy before he received the location of the long-forgotten hero, Sadari was Zero's secret base

With the shivering rain of Neo Tokyo city kept occurring and lightning strikes jolted on the ground, a bulky one-floor house with a gray rooftop and all green interior hushedly stood on. A house filled with an aura of guilt from the inside, especially in the room with a red wooden door alongside the holographic Kanji being planted in the middle above said, "Welcome".

Inside the red door room, a man wearing a bronze t-shirt with white short pants kneeled in a distressed demeanor in front of the bluish holographic photo. A holographic photo of the middle-aged woman with short black curly hair and wore a tidy-bluish police uniform, opened a wide cheerful smile on those who could see her.

A man who was Satoru's father, Denjo Kotsure fell in deep despair and guilt as lines of tears rapidly dropped on the wooden floor below. He closed his eyes and gasped in tiring shock the longer he darted his eyes at the woman's picture.

"Taki, I think Satoru's disappearance it's most likely a payback for me always yelling at him about a Superhero," Denjo mumbled with him raising his body and placing one of his hands on the hefty chest. "I know that my grief consumed me to the point that all Superheroes were the same."

Denjo grunted and gazed down at his sight onto the wooden floor as he murmured, "By the way…I just wish my son would come back safely."

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