Sign and Arrival of The Damsel

The flow of tonight's battle between the two heroes of Neo Tokyo and the army of humanoids continued. Chemistra and Agano ventured into a deep struggle as they continued to declare the endless evasion of the parade of rushing strikes.

Four golden blasting waves released from each of the two Shiraks who propelled their hands in straight lines forced Chemistra to leap up with her shimmering dash. While Agano patched on the paper card with black ink Kanji said, "Intangible" on his left arm as well as Ryuzen, witnessed the stampede charging of the three Shamdaroos.

Both Agano and Ryuzen felt their body phased through by all the three Shamdaroos, giving him a sigh of relief shortly and watching the paper cards disperse into ashes. Regardless, one of the shard humanoids leaped off and thrust the punching forward, carrying his entire limbs closer to The Omnyouji.

Ryuzen hurriedly jumped in front of Agano and drew the molten fist forward, clashing with the shard fist. A wind-blowing shockwave soared in the circle, sluggishly pushing The Onmyouji's heedful steps on the back before his sharp hearing caught the stomping noise on the back left.

Agano caught the sighting of another crimson Shirak declared a charging headbutt that narrowly close to making contact with his head. In a shivering hurry, The Onmyouji vastly omitted yellowish sparkles on his palm and vanished the sparkling surface for forming the newest paper card.

A paper card with the black-ink Kanji said, "Impervious" latched on the back of his left arm as the bulky shard fist jabbed its crystalized knuckle onto his face. A yellow aura engulfed Agano's body and prevented him from both receiving a blow and even flying away by the impact of the punch, forcing Shamdaroo to retrieve his fist.

Unfortunately, a glistening-bluish laser released from the last Shamdaroo from afar pounded The Omnyouji's left arms, pressing his unyielding feet to move in reverse. Then, the thundering explosion rose from the bluish laser and shattered any traces of the yellow aura, swiftly bouncing Agano away.

The Omnyouji's harshly crashed his back into an abandoned red sedan car park near the sidewalk with the glasses shattered, revealing tears of blood on the wound spots by the shards. A hefty sigh was let out from Agano's sore throat and shook his head.

"This will be very difficult to defeat all of them at once," Agano murmured, clenching one of his trembling fists and omitting a surge of yellowish sparkles.

With Agano raising his staggering feet and forging the newest paper card inside his tightened grip, the majority of the people who were inside the building and watched the ongoing battle through the windows exhaled their shocked gasp. Witnessing the occurring trouble from below: Chemistra who recently received a jolting hit on the shoulder from Shirak and Agano was headbutt by Shamdaroo, freeing their despairful screams.

Even some of them such as the female workers folded their faces with sobbing hands, kneeling in despondency as they caught the glimpse of Ryuzen being pounded to the ground by one of the Shamdaroo clones. A curly old man who stood beside the terrified short hair woman patted her shoulder and widened the closed-lips affirmative smile.

"We'll be okay, Ryuka. Because we believed the heroes will save us from this mess" The old man reassured, luring the short hair woman to turn her sight onto him.

"Are you really sure, Yoshio?" Ryuka asked with a concerned tone and pointed one of her dreaded fingers to the view below. "I meant both Chemistra and Agano were not strong enough on handling.

"The worst thing is Sparror haven't shown up to help them," Ryuka added, shaking her head as anxiousness poured down her head.

Yoshio happily opened a warmful smirk and uttered with a calm voice, "Maybe, Sparror didn't show up right it's part of their plan."

Ryuka reluctantly nodded and heaved the tightened praying grip that was latched on her forehead. She also closed her eyes to presuming her mood to pray, hoping the heroes managed to defeat all the enemies and be saved from the unshackling cage of the purplish wave that enveloped the building.

Meanwhile, inside the cold secret base of Chemistra, Sparror with fiery eagerness fixated his staggering eyes on the hovering-spacious holographic screen near the front line. A holographic screen presents the three-active first-person view video clips of the heroes of Neo Tokyo who entered the battle: screen of Chemistra on the left, Agano on the middle, and lastly Ryuzen on the right.

Nonetheless, becoming the observer of the struggling battle only burnt through Sparror's impatience with both his clenched fist enlightened the molten lights through his knuckle. Molten hands attracted Akushijo who held his red instant noodle and bit a piece of the noodle from the grasp of his chopsticks to center his sight toward The Flaming Hero.

"You really really have a strong eagerness to join the battle. Am I right, kiddo?" Akushijo guessed with a semblance of intrigue flowing through his curious glare.

Sparror sheepishly bowed down his head and cast the bursting torch on the knuckles of his flaring fists. A tiny fiery ball construct arose and silently hovered beside the left of The Flaming Hero's head as he switched his stare toward Akushijo, readying himself to engage in the conversation.

"Of course." Sparror let out the contorting, yet confident voice from the flickering fiery ball construct and pointed one of his shivering molten fingers toward the holographic screen shortly. "I know this is part of the plan, but I still couldn't resist my eagerness to join and help them."

Akushijo chortled, "Wow, it's actually quite awesome if you have that kind of strong spirit as a Superhero."

"Because I became a hero, not by my own will," Akushijo murmured, placing down the instant noodle as a sorrowful look shrouded his entire face. "Instead, it's technically a vengeance and…regret that drove me into this path."

"I see. Well, at least the good thing is you are a responsible hero in your own city." Sparror replied with a reposed tone and eyed a curious glare. "Also sorry to ask this, is your motivation related to someone important who died?"

Akushijo scratched the back of his head and reluctantly sighed, "Indeed especially the main factor that motivated me was the death of my father. It's actually more into a regret that I didn't want to follow his path"

The Grass Ninja closed the lantern eyes briefly with sorrowfulness streamed through the depth of his veins. A pity stare shone through The Flaming Hero's stare as he caught the glimpse of despair corrupted through Akushijo's frowning glare.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Sparror apologized, nodding his head.

Akushijo chortled, "Nah it's okay my friend."

"As you said before, the good thing is I'm still competent and responsible," Akushijo remarked before rolling his eyes with a semblance of annoyance resurfacing through his voice. "Damn it, I really hate to admid this, Arrogant Asshat with his Shaolin friend actually helped to become a better hero like this."

"Ah fuck!!" The Grass Ninja groaned, slamming one of his trembling hands.

Sparror chuckled and took swift guessing at a picture of Southern Shield crossing both of his arms in a glimmering pride, "You are a prideful person too. It's quite reminded me of Southern Shield to be honest…hehe."

"Whatever, kiddo." Akushijo countered, shaking his head in bitter annoyance. He steered down the flaring irritated gaze before he released a murmured through his mind, 'Damn you, fucking fire boy.'

Afterward, intrigued lantern eyes quickly clouded Akushijo's face with him centering his glance toward The Flaming Hero. A taunting furrow from The Grass Ninja that being darted onto Sparror, prolonging the relieving conversation between each other as replaced the left crossing arm with a pointing finger position.

"By the way, I had a very important question to ask about you, kiddo." Akushijo declared the start of the conversation with him tapping the marking finger toward The Flaming Hero. "What is your true motivation for becoming a Superhero like this?"

"I meant the real motivation of why you wore decided to protect your city or even the world as Sparror. Yeah, what's your true motivation," Akushijo added, retrieving his marking finger. He rubbed his chin and placed a watchful glare. "Wanted to protect someone you love or just felt responsible for obtaining your sudden power?"

The Flaming Hero bowed down his head and eagerly hoisted the molten hand in front of his forehead, attempting to fill up the blazing confidence. Confidence in exposing the truth of Sparror's heroic motivation as he lifted the gleaming poised glare, freed the tightened molten grip into an opened palm.

"At first, I only fought because of responsibility or you can say a thought of becoming a hero," Sparror said with an assertive tone and continued. "If one day I got a superpower."

"However, I realized my true motivation was simple" Sparror murmured, spreading joyful and gladful voices from the flickering torch. "I wanted to become a hero mainly for my closed person in life."

Akushijo widened a surprised frown and quickly took a guess, "Is it for your girlfriend?"

"Well if you wanted to call it" Sparror admitted sheepishly before he continued with a puzzling glance. "Who told you that?"

"Arrogant Asshat and That Blue Winter guy told me about it in that celebration party," Akushijo replied, tapping his left chest shortly with a bitter regret that boiled through his mind. "But ..apology….I didn't really believe a young hero like you had a selfish motivation like this."

Akushijo chuckled, "Even though your action so far…said otherwise."

"Yeah, I know and I tried my best on balancing my selfish motivation and my action as a Superhero," Sparror explained, calmly closing his molten grip before he rested down from his front view.

"That's why I'm hoping there is no villain who turned my close partner into bait for me," Sparror added, beginning to be flooded with freezing skepticism as both of his molten fists shivered.

A look of pity cleanly shone through the lantern eyes of Akushijo the longer he glared his sight toward The Flaming Hero. The Grass Ninja also witnessed Sparror blink out the shimmering light through his eyes, spawning the all-void black face for brief seconds.

The gleaming light shone on the void-black face of The Flaming Hero, precisely spawning his eyes in an affirmative demeanor. The trembling molten grips were halted and freed into shivering opened palms, sharpening his sight onto The Grass Ninja who only widened the concerned stare.

"However, if that happened I'll be ready," Sparror remarked with a placid tone, raising the left crossing molten fist on his chest in an unyielding salute. "Because it's part of the consequence of my choice."

"Even…I must be prepared if I one day lose her," Sparror added, holding the sorrowful thought to shower his voice with him slowing the flickering process of the hovering torch.

As the struggling battle flow between the two heroes of Neo Tokyo and the humanoids smoothly continued, a gulp of lavender smoke emerged on top of the shrouding building. The gulp of smoke that stretched the surface to both the left and right sides transfigured its shape into a curtain enveloped by active mists.

A mystifying curtain vastly blew air all over the front side and acted as a spawning spot for the purplish wormhole. A twirling wormhole that went large in every second passing and devoured any traces of the remaining mist curtain.

Therefore, both the curtain and the twirling wormhole shrunk down until nothing of its existence, revealing the enchanting present for the battling guests on below. Two surprises were Frenzy Cloverland in his true form and three meters white-crystalized cross, restraining every limb of a human with the unbinding-violet electrical chains.

An unfortunate human who was being shackled by the chains, none other than Yuna Sekai who forcefully closed her eyes due as she deeply fell down into an unconscious state. In flourish excitement, Frenzy Cloverland elevated his right-presenting arms toward the schoolgirl before screaming high-pitched distorting laughter.

Thus, the damsel in distress within the thrilling tonight's show was fully confirmed to join the stage. Ryuzen who was just landed on the safe spot afar from the humanoids, slowly steering its heedful attention on the building above after capturing the slight noise of the high pitch laughter.

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