Phantom's Entrance For The Tonight Show

Lunch break for Masafumi Highschool was declared and most of the students already filled both the rooftop spot and even the school's cafeteria. Even some of the Masafumi's students occupied their spot for the refreshing lunch outside of the school's building.

Yuna took a seat in her relaxing lunch spot on the front side of the lonely Sakura tree, stretched further her legs, and keenly placed her lunchbox on top of her skirts. She raised her spoon carrying the tiny slice of a Katsu and took a bite into her starving mouth, chewing the meal with closing her eyes briefly.

The schoolgirl rested the spoon on top of the opened box and swallowed swiftly the piece of her food, allowing her to extend a sheepish smile. Dimming crimson flashes flickered through both of her eyes as she gazed at the bluish afternoon sky view above, bowing her head alongside freeing a smirk.

"Sorry for the late arrival, Yuna." A voice of a young man called out her name, convincing The schoolgirl to glance to the left and tilted her head placing the gentle smile as the warmful greetings. "Because I just finished another assignment for my lateness again."

"Damn these past few days were a non-stop streak of breaking the school rules," Hatoshi added, shaking his head with annoyance and tiresome at the same time.

Her close partner, Hatoshi finally arrived beside her seating spot on the left and kneeled down on both of his tiring legs. An exhausted frown painted the schoolboy's entire face when he glared toward Yuna who tilted her with an around smirk, moving the food box away from her skirt.

"It's okay," Yuna replied with a tender tone, tapping the skirt that lured her close partner to wash away the exhausted frown. "At least you broke the school rule for a good reason."

"Yeah, the problem was I couldn't say the true reason," Hatoshi argued, wincing his lips with hesitation lingered through his mind.

The schoolboy rested his tiring head on top of Yuna's skirt which became a comfy blanket as he happily opened the smile of contentment for brief seconds. A gentle stroke on the forehead by The schoolgirl that enlightened the gladness and comforts through Hatoshi extended his joyful smile.

"I know, I know," Yuna said with a serene tone.

"Your reasoning on late or skipping was actually justifiable because you did it for saving the world," Yuna remarked confidently, convincing her close partner to give a sheepish chuckle.

"Ah stop repeating that," Hatoshi muttered, shaking his head.

Yuna sheepishly giggled and replied, "I'm just reminding you."

Afterward, Hatoshi broadened his eyes after realization streamed through the course of his veins and mind. A sigh in bitterness exhaled from the schoolboy's sore threat as he set up the preparation for spreading the upcoming statement, forcing him to furrow down his anxious eyebrows.

"Sorry for telling you this, I think…..we are not going home together," Hatoshi explained, bowing his neck with a despondency boiled through his eyes. "Chemistra asked me to stay in her base starting after school until midnight."

Yuna nodded and guessed, "Is it because of the humanoid problems, Hatoshi?"

"Yes…indeed." Hatoshi replied, bit the left side of his lips with a little spark of skepticism shining through his eyes, and murmured, "I just wish this humanoid problem will be over as soon as possible.

Yuna cheerfully giggled and mumbled with a gleeful tone, "I believed you and the heroes are able to stop this threat once and for all.'

"Thank you for your encouraging word, Yuna." Hatoshi said with a gladful tone, forming a warmful smile on his lips briefly and slowly forming concerned lips. "Anyway, today is your night shift, right?"

"Yes, it is," Yuna answered with a reposed tone.

A bothersome snicker stung through Yuna's opened lips as her thoughts suddenly flashed a picture of the young man opening his craving smile. Hatoshi took notice of his close partner who began to embrace the tiny semblance of discomfort, quickly holding her wrist with one of his resting palms.

"Is it Yoshida again?" Hatoshi asked, tightly her close partner's forehand and

"Yes, but don't be concerned about it," Yuna reassured, extending her alluring smirk. "I can handle it."

"Okay, Yuna," Hatoshi uttered, igniting an aroused smirk.

The high schoolers embraced the comforting atmosphere with each other once again as Hatoshi gently rubbed her hand while Yuna keenly stroked his forehead. Warmful comforts before they continued their own separate next activity in the afterschool time.

Blurry vision unshackled from the darkness of Kenta's closing eyes as he got up his hefty upper limbs from the floating bed, filled by the slimy surface. A slimy surface that resembled the dampening purplish skin of a sting ray being soaked entirely by a massaging oil, lifting his hand being smoldered with the oil.

A revolted-cringe reaction plummeted through Kenta's jaw due to his sight caught the oily surface latched on his palms. He hurriedly scanned his lower body that remained resting on the soaked wet surface, raising a disgusted wince for capturing the rapid-fire checking result.

The result was unfolded and revealed the majority of his black long jeans pants drabbled by the oil as a light noise of gulping oil could be captured through his sharp hearing. Kenta hesitantly gritted his teeth as nauseated thoughts showered through the edge-depth of his mind, forcing both of his legs to leap off from the bed.

His leaping feet landed on top of the ground tainted by a blood-red slimy surface, resembling the meat of either an animal or a human being skinned alive. Nevertheless, Kenta extended the disgusted teeth especially when he caught the high-pitch balmy noise like stepping on a congealing surface.

"Although I'm already had a hunting experience for more than a decade of my life, I still hate stepping on slimy stuff," Kenta mumbled with a repelling tone as he darted his eyes toward the floor one more time before he steered onto the front side. "Yes even hunting my prey made of slime or had a slime power was very disgusting."

"I thought vicious superpower predator like you wouldn't feel anything other than excitement when capturing the prey." The distorting, yet the jolly voice of the man resonated through Kenta's eardrums, forcing him to glance to the left.

He witnessed Frenzy Cloverland greeting him by crossing down one of his arms on the chest. Then, The Phantom took approaching steps after resting the crossing arms.

"Yes I partially enjoy hunting any variety of strong opponents, but I'm not a fan of the slimy thing got onto my body," Kenta explained, shivering both of his hands the longer the thought of revolting thoughts invaded his mind.

Frenzy Cloverland chuckled happily before taking two steps closer to Kenta and uttered, "That's quite understandable reasoning my fellow human friend."

"How is your condition right now, Kenta or should I call your real, Valtorian name, Grauch Anklork?" Frenzy Cloverland asked with a stream of diversion poured through his distorting voice tone.

"Maybe the shortened version that might ring some senses of your hunting instinct back into reality, Granlork." Frenzy Cloverland added with a contorting, yet joyful suggestion toward Kenta who staggering held his beating chest with one of his palms.

Furthermore, The Photographer tilted his head to the left and began to capture the inescapable imagery of the black silhouette man wearing medieval knight armor. A knight's armor dominated by a wolf-inspired armor as both of the shoulder parts strapped on the ferocious wolf head opened the hungry jaw.

The spine part of him also hauled a triangular shield that painted a motif of a gleaming- silver wolf chasing the small deer who kneeled in its mercy. With Kenta finishing the survey process into the armored man, he raised the shocking frown throughout his entire face and forcefully uplifted one of the staggering hands.

Whether The Phantom mentioned his long-forgotten name or him reflected on the moment on pressing the bird's nest, Kenta's mind was juiced up by the torching obsession as he excitedly gasped. The Photographer even began to take a few sluggish steps forward for declaring his attempt on grasping the silk-clean surface of the armored man.

"Hello, Kenta, Hello!!!" An enthralling voice of The Phantom called out Kenta's name echoingly.

The vision of glossing over at the wolf-armored man faded away from Kenta's naked eyes, bringing him back into reality. A reluctant-hefty sigh gusted out from sore throat with The Photographer retrieved back his grasping hand and closed his eyes for brief seconds before steering it toward the smiling Frenzy Cloverland.

"Are you daydreaming about your Morphion self again, Kenta?" The Phantom asked with a soothing tone, tapping Kenta on the shoulder.

Kenta gritted his unnerving teeth and nodded, "Yes, Phantom. I'm indeed imagining about obtaining my Morphion identity back again."

"And the experience when your weird magic bird nest invaded my mind, it was the major turning point for slowly embracing it," Kenta explained excitedly, rubbing both of his palms.

A craving excitement of one day hunting the superhuman as his Morphion identity flooded all of his motion, especially with the legs endlessly trembling like a person standing on the vibrating-earthquake ground. Brown electrical strings blitzed out from his wrists and bounded them as Kenta heaved both of his thrusting fists narrowly on the front spot of his craving glare.

However, the abrupt appearance of the soft and tender, Yukari's whistling resonated through his mind that froze a look of despair tidily planted on his face. The electrical strings dispersed into untraceable remnants, leaving the frown of an utter disappointment through his eyebrows the longer Kenta glossed over at his wrists.

"Phantom, am I slowly returning into my Morphion self?" Kentas nervously asked, closing his eyes briefly for at least to receive refreshing air.

"Because my mind kept sharing all the silhouette or semblance of the Morphion form, but Yurika's noise always washed those thoughts in an instance," Kenta added, gritting half of his teeth.

A refreshing air to wash away any traces of failure and despondency thoughts that remained lingering inside the core of his human mind. An alluring smirk latched on Frenzy Cloverland's lips, encouraging him to extend both of his arms before initiating cheerful clapping hands.

"It's an obvious answer that you piece by piece embracing the Morphion Self." Frenzy Cloverland said, attempting to raise a glistening encouragement through his contorting voice. "Dear Granlork."

Kenta winced puzzling eyes and uttered, "Are you really sure? " If yes then please give more explanation regarding that,"

"Especially on the moment when I tapped the birds' nest for your awakening monster!! Phantom." Kenta demanded franticly, pointing one of his fingers toward Frenzy Cloverland who stretched further his intriguing lips.

"Simple explanation, Marshon already awakened from his seemingly never-ending slumber." Frenzy Cloverland remarked with a flaring thrill consuming his distorting voice tone. "Now he was so huge that I placed him into the dimension where I reached my firstborn state."

Kenta furrowed a bemused stare and asked, "Where exactly are you from."

Shrouding purple sparkles engulfed The Phantom's entire body when he waved one of his arms onto Kenta. Moreover, Frenzy Cloverland clenched the fingers on his waving hand except for the thumbs and thickened the purple sparkles into a smoky cloth, wrapping on his entire human disguised limbs.

"Kandrum Realm." Frenzy Cloverland uttered in sparkling delirium as he marked the sky view with one of his fingers.

"Kandrum, An atlernate dimension?" Kenta uttered, raised a shivering suspicion through his frowning eyes, and took another guess. "Then, what is your true origin?"

"Are you a human who fell down into that realm or native from there?" Kenta added with his completely filled pondering question regarding the true identity or the real origin of The Phantom.

Frenzy Cloverland could only widen the jolly smile and twirled around one of his uplifted legs like a ballerina, letting all of the shrouding purplish cloth fades into nothingness. Regardless, The Phantom bent down and twisted his neck to the left with a drumming bone-cracking noise echoed across the room, splashing an intriguing thought onto Kenta who sluggishly opened a smirk.

"The true best showrunner or writer never showed the true origin of reaching the soothing position." Frenzy Cloverland uttered in delightfulness. "Instead, the audience will only know how the showrunner runs the flow of the spectacular show.

"Even now the audience must put their main care toward the execution of the show." Frenzy Cloverland added, swiftly lifted his once again and twisted its back into a straight-line sight.

Kenta chuckled excitedly and argued. "You must be making a novel after your show is over right?"

"Absolutely correct, dear Kenta." Frenzy Cloverland replied, nodded his head, and briefly spun his body, also continuing the explanation with bombarding enthusiasm flared through his distorting voice. "Every hour, every minute, and every second or every motion that living made will become each letter of my upcoming fantasy novel!!"

"Even life itself is just diverse materials for the various show I could make!!!" Frenzy Cloverland added and lowering the excited voice into mumbling. "A show that at the end transforms into a novel for me to remember forever."

The Photographer hushedly bowed his head and extended the closed lips smirk of delirium on enjoying the sensation of having a new ally. An ally that might help him to reach the peak path of maintaining the Morphion self who had been lost in touch ever since he initiated a temporal break time.

"You are a very bizarre and interesting creature, Phantom." Kenta praised, pinning one of his fingers toward The Phantom who gladly nodded. "In honesty, I'm truly respecting you as an ally or even a friend because you slowly helping me.

Kenta hoisted one of his hands and clenched it into a trembling fist,"Helping me to realize that living as a normal human is not truly special and only killing your true identity."

"Am I correct?" Kenta asked for receiving a relieving confirmation from The Phantom's voice.

"Obviously, my friend." Frenzy Cloverland reassured. "Therefore, I shall introduce you to my true form as the show was about to start."

Glistening lavender smokes devoured The Phantom's human disguise as each piece of the human skin vaporized into boiling smoke. The shimmering agitation influenced Frenzy Cloverland to freely fall down his stance that speeding up the process of the lavender smokes meal time.

The smoke swallowed all the traces of the human disguised before fleeing on both left and right sides. It even stretched further to the sky, forming a gusting lavender curtain that lured Kenta's eyes to motionlessly witness.

The curtain vastly vaporized the whole front side into untraceable dust fleeing freely into the sky. The shadowy purple silhouette of Frenzy Cloverland emerged on Kenta's who ignited amazement through the widened frown, capturing a glimpse of the cotton-white glove with a glistening lavender minus sign on the forehead.

A glove safely maintaining his hand from being seen by the naked eyes, offered a gentle handshake. Without hesitation, Kenta accepted the handshake by holding The Phantom's hand within their human arm, an indication he was ready to be part of the upcoming tonight's show of terror and murder.

"Are you ready to engage the clean flow of tonight's show?' An echoing-distorting voice spoke in sparkling thrill.

"Blowing random building for the sake of pleasure, sure I'm in for," Kenta reassured confidently before he bit his unnerving lips. "Even though I quite disagreed with the method of kidnapping Sparror's girlfriend."

"In my opinion is not a thrilling way to kill the victim and it's just getting repetitive," Kenta added.

"Oh, the damsel of distress sequence will be something different or you rarely see happening." The Phantom remarked happily.

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