The Phantom's Enticing Guide

One week after the invasion of Sadari passed, the citizens began to at least finish constructing the object to honor existence. The crimson-silk statue of her standing valiantly with the suyari being hoisted to the sky above was indeed placed on the empty land that used to be her sweet home in the past.

A joyful smiling face was indeed painted on Sadari's statue to the ghost-town-like surroundings as glimpse people or even being were not seen in the naked eyes. Instead, it's only calming, a chilling wind of the night widely blew across the fresh ground and the tranquil statue of the hero in the past.

However, an uninvited guest cleanly made its debut by spawning the cloudy, violet smoke below the statue and freed a clutching hand to witness the outside world. The gusting smoke vastly vanished in an instance, unveiling a man wearing a polished black suit with long blue pants and a strawberry red tie strapped on his chest.

Violet fedora hat covered his head and most of the upper view of his face as he glanced up to the statue. A malevolent smirk bloomed quickly on the man's lips especially when he stumbled closer and sharpened his sight toward the smiling face of Sadari's statue, encouraging him to let out a mangling giggle.

"It's a spectacular thing that my voice is already in clean, concise condition." The man uttered excitedly, bowing down his neck briefly before he extended his smirk. "So I can construct a good complement that Sadari history will fall into the depth of people's remembrance."

"In deep honesty, it's a heartwarming show. However, it's still not shone the real spark of satisfaction, hidden in my mind." The man added in an utter disappointment, harshly pinching his chin. "At worse, it's only lenient into the sad part, rather than the true and bombarding tragedy."

The man nodded and sighed in dissatisfaction flaring through the depth of his mind, "Therefore, Sadari fell into the category of such a wasted potential actress or even as show material. What a shame, the thousand years hero of Rising Sun's show had a very lackluster ending."

"I thought you could do better." The man continued, flashed a sparkling violet flashed in his eyes. "Therefore, a novel project about Sadari is now fall into cancellation."

The man turned around his unrelenting sight from glancing further at the long-forgotten hero of Rising Sun's statue. Encroaching purple smoke constricted his left wrist before he swiftly hoisted his hand above, fleeing the smoke to bisect itself into two small hovering purplish-framed screens.

The left holographic board unveiled the photo of stern-faced Kenta presented into his front sight. While the right holographic board revealed three small pictures of a purple-framed exoskeleton with each of them stretching their arms became the main spot presentation, intriguing the man to widely open his smile.

"First activity, try to convince Mr.Kenta to embrace his Morphion power once again since he had a good potential as my next material." The man mumbled excitedly, pointing one of his thrilling fingers to the left picture before switching his delightful attention to the right picture and extending his grin.

The man chuckled, "Then the second activity after hopefully finishing the first activity in a clean way is of course finishing the actors from my side."

"Although when the heroes of Neo Tokyo had a struggling time fighting The Forgotten hero, I already lured a new guest, The Grass Ninja, Akushijo to join the stage on Neo Tokyo." The man proudly admitted, placing his crossing hand below his chest. "Yes, I already sent one of the freshly new versions of Shirak to his city."

"Besides, let's initiate the first activity now." The man added, steering his finger once again on the first picture and calling forth the concealing purple mist onto his feet.

The fedora-hat man heaved one of his hands to take a glimpse of the night sky and lured the purple mist to quickly expand up its flooding. The mist consumed the man's body until nothing of his human body left anymore, morphing its shape into a dark-violet humanoid made entirely by mist.

Then, the mist dispersed from the naked eyes in an instance after having a quick meal time on the fedora-hat man's human body, marking the new threat of Neo Tokyo slowly made his grand debut. A soothing calmness was once again captured by the lonely Sadari's statue as the resilient-gusting wind began to pass by above the head part and both of the thighs.

The night wind had smoothly blown across the building residing in the sleepy city of Neo Tokyo as around one or two electrical vehicles drove on the road. One of the buildings that received the blessing of the night wind was a four stories silver building across a small square-shaped, red store.

Each of the floors starting from the lower level until the highest part contained ten rooms filled in by the resting citizens with neon-green doors blocking the outside view. Translucent neon-white, tennis ball-shaped lamps in the middle, widely shone the gleaming lights on all the levels.

The edge right room on the middle level with neon-golden three-digit numbers stated on the upper side of the door, "565". Inside room 565, Kenta who was now wearing a brown t-shirt and green short pants sat on the white sheet bedroom, glancing at the picture of Sparror fleeing in the bluish sky with him lined up two of his finger in a farewell demeanor.

Brown electrical strings surge out from both of his eyes that were drowned in a craving desire like a predator finding the captivating prey. A delighted grin cleanly extended the longer Kenta spent his nighttime, perceiving his sight closer toward the Sparror's picture and releasing a burst of briefly excited laughter.

With the excited laughter over, a series of memorial clips from the past vastly played in from the bottom depth of Kenta's mind. The first clip revealed a picture of a despairful man wearing an orange fox mask, laid down on the river and being picked up by the hand being covered by a brown glove.

Gleaming golden sparkles encroached on the first clip and transitioned into the second clip of murder. The murdered victim for the second clip was a woman wearing a pink skimpy outfit with a golden belt strapping her waist and pink boots being impaled by a sword on the chest, soaring wild-green electrical strings on the blade.

Wavering green ocean waves sundered on the murdered skimpy-costume woman, swarming any traces of the picture until only a green curtain instantly spawned. A curtain that swiftly opened the clean presentation through Kenta's mind, containing another costumed-person victim falling into his murderous hands. A picture of a young man wearing a fiery-orange mask resembling a dragon with a face filled with defiance being hauled by the armored hands.

All the clips would soon vanish into untraceable dust and brought back Kenta into reality where he kept extending the delightful smirk across his lips. Recollecting his previous hunting target blessed him with a spark of joyfulness especially when he rested his phone on the bed and gazed up to the upper interior.

However, a grim despondent clouded his eyebrows the more time he spent mesmerizing the above view. Kenta even felt both of his vibrated in nerve-wracking anxiousness as he harshly rubbed the bed sheet below with his fingers, triggering his staggering teeth to bite the trembling lips.

A picture of Yurika widened a cheerful smile invaded Kenta's entire thought, forcing him to hold his head with both of his trembling hands in a lingering dread. A groan of frustration groan sang out loudly from the top of his lung, feeling his breath became hefty and sweats poured down on his forehead.

A conflict between the romantic feeling and the hunter desire recently invaded your mind, am I right Kenta Motzuchara?." A distorting voice of a gentleman called out his name.

Kenta released a stern-shocked gasp from his mouth and clenched both of his hands into hasty-staggering fists. He hurriedly turned his sight to the left side and witnessed the human-size purple smoke evaporate into ashes, revealing the fedora man who stood on the wooden floor with a welcoming grin painted on his entire lips.

Puzzling eyebrows clouded Kenta's stare as he saw the fedora-hat man tilting his head back and forth in curiosity washed his mind, encouraging him to take a few steps closer. An unnerving thought sparked through Kenta's head as he got up from the bed sheet and raised his open palm, halting The Fedora-Hat man from stepping further.

"Who the hell are you?" Kenta asked with a cynical tone, gritting infuriated teeth as he recently grasped a feeling of disturbance whether the man tilting head or his stale-widened smile.

The fedora man bowed half of his body and uttered, "There are plenty of names for calling me. However, I had two names that brought comforting music to my ears whenever somebody called me."

"First favorite name, The Phantom of Twilight Theatre or simplest human term, The Phantom." The fedora man mentioned in a sparkling delirium.

"While the second favorite name, Frenzy Cloverland." The fedora man added, raising his thrilling-welcoming palm toward Kenta who could only furrow dubiety eyebrows. "Pick the name that is suitable for your human tongue."

Kenta reluctantly sighed and chuckled, "Fine I chose Frenzy Cloverland. The reason is much better for me to remember that bizarre name."

"Anyway, what is the true purpose for you to trespass on my apartment?" Kenta bickered. "I bet you already studied me."

Frenzy Cloverland engulfed the smoldering purple smokes on each top of his opened palms and twisted its shape like an elastic slime. Kenta heaved his frowning eyebrows when capturing both of the smoke morphed its shape into the head, cleanly resembling The Blazing Hero Sparror.

Regardless, Kenta swallowed a large gulp of his saliva to toss aside all the unnerving thoughts from further deteriorating his mind. Staggering-stern eyebrows swiftly declared on Kenta's face before a brief sheepish giggle rang out to the gloomy room, gaining bitter bravery on facing the odd Frenzy Cloverland's presence.

"Okay then, I think I know your true intention to come here. Convincing me to kill Sparror." Kenta guessed, slowly letting out a hefty breath. "I bet you gained information about my past life as a hunter with Morphion power."

"Indeed I already received that kind of information, Kenta. That's the sole reason I came here, reawakening your sense of hunting superpower people once again." Frenzy Cloverland remarked, vanishing the Sparror-head smokes when he closed both of his palms.

"Apology Mr. Frenzy, I don't think I can regain that kind of hunting sense anymore." Kenta rebottled, bowing an apologetic bow on his upper body shortly and biting his unnerving lips. "Ever since I started a relationship with Yurika, my whole life perception changed."

A drumming sound of distorting laughter echoed throughout Kenta's apartment, dreadfully witnessing Frenzy Cloverland holding his shaking stomach as if he received the funniest joke. Furthermore, The Phantom facepalmed and shook his head with a high pitch burst of chuckle replaced the ongoing laughter. A cringe of bemused painted Kenta's entire face and crossed both of his arms.

"Your true spirit said the otherwise, dear Kenta." Frenzy Cloverland rebottled, convincing Kenta to stretch further his anxious eyebrows.

Kenta pressed both of his eyebrows in both hesitation and confusion mashed together, opening the staggering fists. While Frenzy Cloverland ignited surging dark-violet mist on both palms, blending its shape into a dusty-gulping orb.

The Phantom keenly tossed the clouding orbs above and exploded into million purplish ashes. Several ashes instantly merged into two shrouding violet screens levitated on the middle top of Kenta's shocking eyes especially when he caught the content being exposed through the pictures.

Two pictures reflected his past experiences in attempting to unleash the Morphion side being hidden in the depth of his conflicted soul. The left pictures revealed him hiding beside one of the unfortunate car's doors, surged out blitzing-orange strings through both his eyes and wrists. An activity occurred around days ago where Sadari's wrathful invasion entered Neo Tokyo.

While the right pictures cleanly showed his recent activity being conducted, sitting on the bed and gazing up his electrified stare due to he trapped in a wondering state on grasping the suitable fate. Capturing a glimpse of the two pictures forced Kenta to extend the look of horror that flooded every trace of his face, and hastily vibrated his feet.

"Those pictures are the crystal clear evidence, you slowly showing your desire on hunting down Sparror." Frenzy Cloverland uttered, pointing his finger toward all of the surging electrical spots from the pictures.

Kenta groaned and hissed, "Who exactly are you?"

"Just a performer who needed good material to create the greatest show in the world. After that, I'll make that show into my newest novel so it'll be remembered in eternity." Frenzy Cloverland replied in firing excitement, snapping his delightful fingers that shrunk down both of the violet screens into nothingness.

"Luckily, you are one of the best materials for my show." Frenzy Cloverland added, widening the heart-warming smile to his candidate for the show material. "Also I've been studying your past life and it's quite intriguing that you used to kill all the Superpower people just for the thrill of hunting."

A brief pause was declared by Kenta who closed his despairful eyes from witnessing and hushedly captured voices from The Phantom that attempted to ignite the past self he hid. Nonetheless, Kenta opened his trembling eyes and fixated the stoic stare on Frenzy Cloverland, prolonging the nighttime conversation with the inhumane creature.

"To be honest, I tried to release my old identity "Especially when Sparror arrive here, I could feel the urge of hunting the strong opponent growing," Kenta mumbled in despondency freezing his voice. The big problem was I couldn't let that freed daily human activities literally hold it back

"One of those is Yurika unfortunately," Kenta added, tilting his head from left to right. "Part of me is afraid of losing here

Frenzy Cloverland giggled, "That's why you will become a spectator for my opening tomorrow show."

"You meant you are going to help me on observing and watching Sparror's fight directly?" Kenta guessed, began to ignite a spark of joyfulness through his voice, and dropping half-excited jaw.

"Of course because it's the only way to let those feelings of normal human fly away like a wind." Frenzy Cloverland remarked. "You are never meant to be a simple human. A simple human who pathetically sacrifices the main goal of living just for the sake of cliche love."

"Because at the end of the day, your true heart denies the reality of living as a simple human." Frenzy Cloverland said happily. "Instead, it convinced to become the morphion identity once again."

The Phantom raised an open offering hand and asked, "Did you agree with my crystal clear statement?"

Thus, Kenta forcefully commanded one of his staggering hands to be placed on The Phantom's offering hand. A smooth handshake was declared when Frenzy Cloverland tightly held his newest candidate's palm and released a burst of delightful chortle, triggering the hope of bringing back Kenta into his old self as a bounty hunter.

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