Gloominess and Little Spark of Strive to Be Better

A feeling of shivering sorrow struck through Yuna's heart like a lightning bolt as she folded her chest with both of her gentle palms. She slowly took a seat on the wooden chair behind her and strengthened her folding hands, flickering the continuous yellowish flash within her eyes like an out-of-battery lamp.

Then, the yellowish flash transitioned into warmful red when painted a look of pity on her face. The schoolgirl bowed down when her heart rapidly beat, enduring the devastating pain belonging to someone. Someone who was very close and important in her entire life, tilting her neck onto the left in despondency flooded her furrow for brief seconds.

Tears of worriedness shed from Yuna's blinking eyes as she bloomed whimpering lips shortly before perceiving her sight onto the above view of the rent house. Red flashes dimmed out the longer she was mesmerizing, resting her holding hands on the table.

Noises of sobbing in guilt and regret, resembling her close partner resonated out loudly through Yuna's ears, forcing her to shed more tears that dropped onto the wooden table. Even though there was no person inside the house other than the schoolgirl herself, the sobbing cry was still clearly visible to hear as if the person resided in the room or even closed to her distance.

Sudden sparks of relieving reminder shone in Yuna's face as she wiped out her tears, sheepishly releasing a giggle. Warmful red flashes brought a soothing harmony into both of her eyes with a cheerful smile painted her lips, washing away the unnerving sadness with the picture of her close partner smiling invaded her mind.

"You will find… peace when you come here," Yuna reassured with glimmering gladful and hopefulness blended into one

A sadness that may still linger within every time her mind projected the sobbing sound of the crying young man. Regardless, the red flashes blinked out after Yuna extended more of a relaxing smile.

It's also blessed encouragement for her to fold her hands in a praying demeanor, hoping her close partner who fell into despair could find a semblance of peace. A prayed for him to have a mind-refreshing stay with her as she slowly opened the slight smirk filled with mellow-happiness

Despondency remained encroaching Sparror's mind as he gazed down with regrets frown colored his gleaming eyes. Even when The Flaming Hero already arrived at the seemingly safe Chemistra's base, he only crossed his tremoring arms in boiling despair streaming inside his motions.

His mind was completely overwhelmed by the mind-recording when he triggered the blooming explosion when he retreated Yuna from the dreaded scenario. More specifically, the time of the violet explosion reaching the higher level of the night sky brought unrelenting dread through his spine.

The grim reminder of the previous scenario didn't stop as Sparror's mind began to play the past recording about the time he drowned in the hallucination realm. The moment when he witnessed the other heroes, the world, and even his parents all being stuck in neverending torment sent a tremoring shiver on his armored fingers.

The grimacing memory of the past even forced The Flaming Hero to harshly tilt his neck onto the left. A contorting whimpered of contrition yelled out from Sparror's throat due to him reaching his limit on holding the overflowing regrets sparks, being emitted from the grim memory.

Agano who engaged in a discussion with The Chemist firmly sitting on the holographic chair, steered his stare toward The Flaming Hero. Akushijo also took notice of his fiery friend that only allowed himself to be burnt and helplessly scorned by the inevitable guilt of the haunting past experience.

"Hey fire boy, are you really okay right now?" Akushijo asked with worriedness showering his voice.

Alushijo reluctantly sighed and said, "I'm just asking."

No response was let out with Sparror hurriedly locking his doubtful sight onto The Grass Ninja, closing his shaking-gleaming eyes briefly. Courage to speak up was now fallen into The Flaming Hero's grasp when the fiery torch popped out beside his right horn, but a noticeable change occurred.

The tiny fiery torch became continuously dimming as if it was on the verge of fade from the naked eyes. However, Sparror calmly held off the burdening and lingering thoughts with him clenching his left fist for preparing himself to declare a response.

"Not in the best shape…to be honest, hehe," Sparror said with uneasiness forcing his hand to rub the back of his head.

"I suggest you stay at your lover's house, Hatoshi." Agano interluded the conversation and raised the despairful shock on Sparror's widened gleaming eyes.

Moreover, The Flaming Hero frowned in uncertainty as he darted down his eyes onto the left-armored palm. A palm that unbendingly trembled like him met an internal electrical shock, recollecting the distressing picture and even the voice when he witnessed the hallucination of Yuna.

Yuna who gave a comforting smile and blurted out the encouraging words that sent a spine-chilling shiver into Sparror. Encouraging words being announced in the time where the hallucination played everyone suffered from the torment being brought from his hand.

The dreaded memory once again vanished from The Flaming Heromind by shattering into pieces and bringing him back to the cold reality. He conservatively revolved his frowning sight onto Agano who kept approaching his distance.

The Onmyouji halted his step from moving further after he noticed Sparror placed his eyeing glare toward him. Agano hastily cleared his throat and placed his watchful glance as The Flaming Hero forced raising the dimming brightness through the fiery torch, attempting to regain a little spark of firm demeanor.

"Sorry to say this…do you think it's quite messed up after this, I'm going to my lover's house?" Sparror argued, raining the anxiousness into his voice.

Agano grunted and replied with an affirmative tone, "Yes it sounds very jarring even as advice."

"However, talking with someone you loved or care about this kind of situation might be a very effective way." Agano released refreshing advice, elevating his opened palm that became the central attention of Sparror's fixated, yet anxious stare. "Especially on gaining your motivation back or toss aside all those horrific thoughts."

A sour realization shimmered through The Flaming Hero's sight as he tilted his head back and forth briefly. Sparror was motionlessly flooded by the bewilderment, shaking his unnerving-armored hands.

"You meant….you encourage me to stay at my lover's house tonight, right?" Sparror took a guess, shaking his contorting voice.

Agano rigidly nodded and uttered, "Very correct, Sparror."

"Based on my experience, young heroes who had a refreshing talk with their closest person after facing traumatizing things most often regain their motivation back." The Onmyouji insisted.

Akushijo groaned and countered the bold statement regarding facing this situation with an irritated tone, "Not always the case, Old Man."

"This horrific explosion happened was very much tied with his…selfish-like motivation, so it's obvious he will difficult time to even…process this shit." Akushijo blurted out his statement.

The Onmyouji released a short grunt of dissatisfaction, convincing Akushijo to take one step forward in bitter disagreement heated up. The Grass Ninja pushed closer his scolding and annoyed darting eyes, preparing himself to raise his point of view or even the challenging statement.

"So what's your best suggestion, New Akushijo?" Agano asked with a stern tone.

Akushijo rolled his eyes and said, "Fucking training or any simulation thingy or even beat some lower level villain. It will work better on awakening his…strong heroic spirit, old Man!!"

"I said it because that method worked me back then," Akushijo remarked, elevating the stoic and frustrated eyebrows. "Yes the time when Arrogant asshat beat the living shit of me. I know it's embarrassing as fuck, but at the same time, it helped me fight like myself.

"Rather than becoming father's copycat," Akushijo added, folding his left hand in a solid-determined demeanor.

An utter disagreement inflamed through Agano's head as he shook his head and sharpened his scanning glare onto The Grass Ninja. The argument would between the two heroes presumed with The Onmyouji exhaled his burdening air away, becoming the main observation spotlight for the despairful Sparror to heedfully watch and listened to every word would soon be exposed.

"It's totally different case, Akushijo. Because this one was more related to his ideology or motivation as a Superhero. Not a simple finding your true self way." Agano bickered with a stern tone before he glared back in a concerned demeanor toward The Flaming Hero.

Akushijo rolled his eyes and shrugged off, "Fine, fine, fine. You may have a good point, old man."

"I indeed felt…..devastated and frustrated on this horrific incident, but yeah….I must say Sparror was the worst one." Akushijo admitted with bitter hesitation and shook his voice.

The Grass Ninja switched his glance at The Flaming Hero who bowed down his head in anxiousness while continuing to hushedly observe the conversation. The longer Akushijo perceived his stare, the more embraced the astonished eyes as he swallowed the gulp of his saliva, luring Sparror to steer his sorrowful furrow onto him.

"Damn kiddo, if I were you I already cry nonstop like a bitch or self-loathing a lot." Akushijo gladly announced a compliment. "For god's sake, you are still quite calm even when that asshole…technically mind-raped you

Sparror forcefully let out a distorting chuckle from the flickering torch and replied, "Well…thanks for…your comment Akushijo.

Hence, The Grass Ninja reluctantly nodded in defeat with the argument after he returned his attention once again toward The Onmyouji and retreated his steps. It freed an opportunity for Agano to take quick steps forward and patted The Flaming Hero's left on the shoulder with his palm.

A surprise streamed into Sparror's widened eyes and even howled a contorting gasp when he sluggishly moved his hefty neck onto the right, capturing the clear sight of the palm. The Flaming Hero also caught Agano placing an assertive sight on him, commencing an act to aid him in preventing the guilt consumed further.

"Sparror, I'm aware you are a type of person who didn't like to fully expose your sadness to others except for the person who is very closed to you," Agano remarked and continued with a reposed tone.

Sparror nodded in a distressed demeanor and said, "I know what you meant…Mr.Agano, but sorry…I'm still not sure it's the right thing to do after this incident."

"Also…I'm not the…only one who faced this guilt too."

"I know, but It's better to share out the feeling of guilt and pain to your love rather than holding it or better tell her your Superhero identity." Agano insisted with a placid tone, retrieving his hand and blissfully chortling before he continued. "The thing is I said this as a reminder to you as a person."

"Besides, this experience can be a good lesson for you to improve, not become the biggest mistake you ever done," Agano added, raising a reluctant thumbs up.

At first, The Flaming Hero shut off his gleaming eyes and left his face clouded by the void-black surface. The overflowing guilt widely streamed within Sparror's veins as he shook his head nonstop, causing him to let out the melancholic whimpered noise.

Regardless, the yellowish lights shimmered on Sparror's eyes with the anxious stare became the dominant spot on his face. The Flaming Hero quickly darted into's Agano, readying himself to expose his agreement by declaring an assured nod and sluggishly clenching his left fist.

"I….might…take your advice..Mr.Agano." Sparror uneasily asserted as he breathed out a hefty sigh and presumed. "So….a big thanks for and I think I'm…going to leave this…place now."

The recent conversation convinced Chemistra to stand up from the balmy holographic chair and sharply locked her cold-stoic eyes onto The Flaming Hero. A spine-chilling nerve emerged on the course of Sparror veins as he felt both of his legs tremble as The Chemist headed toward him.

However, The Flaming Hero halted the perturbing influence of the nervousness of facing his Chemist's ally by pressing his widened eyes in an assertive glance. Both of the rigid-armored feet were neatly lined up alongside placing his hands on each of his waists when Chemistra reached his near distance.

"Sparror…..if you return, do not ever do this insignificant and foolish mistake again," Chemistra warned with a stern tone, marking one of her scolding-needle fingers toward The Flaming Hero.

"Let me be clear and concise about it." Chemistra added

Chemistra groaned harshly and bickered with a deep infuriating tone. "Tonight you…disappointed me for letting your selfish thought overhwhelming you and even let an innocent bystander die."

"Even though it's part of Frenzy Cloverland's plan, you still need to manage your selfish motivation again or rethunk the reason you becoming a hero." Chemistra bickered and formed a wrathful furrow through her rotating eyes. "Remember, Sparror!"

A silent nod and frigid regretful frown were the only things Sparror gave for the dismaying response after The Chemist unveiled her stern disappointment. Nevertheless, the flickering fiery torch fell down and landed on top of The Flaming Hero.

It instantly morphed into a swarm of dimming molten cloth on Sparror's entire body as he was closed enough on giving a bid of farewell to the other heroes and headed to his next destination. A next destination that possibly put a rest on the tormented guilt after the horrific incident The Flaming Hero's directly captured within his naked eyes.

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