Finding The Birthplace of The Phantom

A dark-blue night sky was now neatly entering the main stage of the sky view of Neo Tokyo's city. Furthermore, the night sky gusted the abroad freezing wind after the long raining season reached its end around a few hours later.

The night wind spreading also darted one of the chosen targets, the house that belonged to Tabata in order to bless down the freezing atmosphere. A night guest of the house emerged at the front door and the guest was The Cybernetic Chemist, Chemistra stood on the front dark-black wooden door.

The Chemist cautiously crossed both of her hands and surveyed the surroundings even though the environment itself didn't well known as a shelter from the threat. Cybernetic eyes repeatedly rotated in reverse clockwise as she resumed her heedful scanning until the front opened, revealing the person inside.

Tabata's son, Sado who wore red pajamas and short white pants gave a surprised look toward the resilient guest. Either witnessing her quite-bulky cybernetic parts or the cold cautious demeanor presented by The Chemist sent a shocked shiver through the course of the red-dyed hair teenage boy.

"Is your father at home, Sado Yamugare?" Chemistra started the conversation with a stern tone, retrieving both of her crossing hands and halted the clock alike rotation on her cybernetic eyes.

Sado reluctantly nodded and uttered, "Ah yeah. He was in the basement."

"Should I call him to get here, Mrs…Chemistra?" Sado asked, raising him thumb on the back as he slightly tilted his anxious neck on witnessing Chemistra's cold and bleak presence with her sharpened the locking glare.

"Sure, thank you for your assistance, Sado," Chemistra said with a stoic tone even though she thankfully bowed her upper body after receiving the kindly welcome from the son of his heroic ally.

Hence, Sado hurriedly rushed inside his house and left the guest waiting for meeting the important person to make his arrival at her sight. The Chemist fixated her inspection eyes on the red-dyed hair boy who ran further, capturing a glimpse of the overflowing yellowish aura in his beating heart within her infrared sighting.

'Onmyouji aura.' Chemistra spoke through her mind with a resilient tone clouded voice. 'He might be a good replacement when one day Tabata died either in old age or dying in the battle. Most Superheroes at the age of 50 or more like Tabata are very vulnerable to be killed in action.'

'However, I grasped some possibilities that Sado might not continue his father's legacy.' Chemistra added, furrowed down her skeptical eyes. 'Because his Onmyouji energy was so far, quite weak based on my recent scanning.

Around five minutes passed, The Chemist was already inside the house alongside Tabata who wore his white police uniform and short brown paint. They both went into the basement room of the Onmyouji by going down with swiftly stepping on the four tiles of the wooden stairs from above.

As the guest and the house's owner anded on the basement room filled with either the spare metal limbs of a bulky robot located on top of the tall wardrobe on both left and right sides, Tabata glanced his sight onto the left. The Onmyouji witnessed Chemistra initiating the rapid-fire scanning process within his basement before she suddenly locked her concise stare onto him.

"Is Akushijo will be back for solving this current problem?" Chemistra asked with a firm tone.

"Yeah, he'll be back," Tabata answered with a mix of reluctance and relief as he blew a slightly hefty sigh. "He just went back into his city for visiting his mother and probably some personal problem stuff he had."

"I see," Chemistra replied calmly before she presumed the flow of the conversation with a firm question. "How about Sparror? Do you think he return after facing this incident at the leak in a week?"

Tabata rubbed his chin in a wondering demeanor and proceeded to venture forward alongside The Chemist. As they slowly walked onto the object resting on the wooden table, The Onmyouji still dug to find a suitable answer. An answer that was now fell into his grasp as he exhaled a gasp.

"I believe he'll be back," Tabata said with a little spark of despondency clouding his mind and forcing him to bite the left side of his lips. "From what I saw yesterday, he might have a chance on fixing his…emotional problem."

"The problem is I don't know how long he spent in this recovery or even when he returned on the scene," Tabata added, showered by anxiousness as he shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. "Facing this kind of traumatic experience may take even years or…worse he never even wanted to go back as Superhero anymore."

Chemistra sighed and steered her stern glare toward Tabata as she replied, "It's one of the reasons I prepared my backup plan."

"Which is calling Southern Shield to aid us in the upcoming sequel of The Phantom's twisted show," Chemistra remarked.

At first, Tabata could feel the unrelenting shock after receiving the crystal-clear recent news from The Chemist as he raised his eyebrows. He also gritted his teeth in skepticism lingering in the depth of his thought.

While Chemistra meekly awaited the response or comment being freed from her ally as she sharpened her stoic glare onto him. An indirect demand for a response from The Chemist's bleak stare pushed Tabata to exhale the burdening air away and cleared his throat at the same time, preparing to continue the half-hefty flow as he winced in uncertainty.

"Chemistra, when will you call Southern Shield for the aid?" Tabata let out the question for his chosen response to the conversation's continuation, tilting his head to the left.

"Tomorrow night most likely," Chemistra answered bluntly, rotating her sight to the front view once again and ensnaring her sight precisely toward the object on the wide wooden table. "It's better to prepare the outcome of Sparror never coming back rather than wait for him."

Chemistra grunted and mumbled in a rigid and stoic demeanor, "Even though we had Akushijo and a better preparation if your magic trick worked on sharing the information about the origin of the humanoid, we still need more assistance from a powerful hero too."

"Because with Southern Shield or even Blue Winter on our side, we might have a better chance of handling the unexpected things." The Chemist explained.

"Such as an army of humanoids or even worse The Phantom restarting the last night incident," Chemistra added.

"That's a good point, Chemistra." Tabata reluctantly murmured before he released a counter argument. "But, do you think Southern Shield or even Blue Winter will surely aid us? They are probably busy with the problem in their country too, Chemistra."

"It's better we see the clear result tomorrow, Tabata." Chemistra insisted.

The stoic and cold mood conversation between The Cybernetic Chemist and the unnerving Onmyouji reached its sudden conclusion when they halted their steps. They darted down their gaze toward the stone-made object lying down on the table especially when they already received a clear glimpse of it.

A brown humanoid stone statue resembling the shape of a chubby woman wearing kimono and a ponytail in a placid meditating position as it closed both of its eyes in harmony. Strawberry-crystalized red lips of the statue became the center of attention within Chemistra's eyes as she tapped her left waist.

Circular azure lines shone on the waist and slid the encircled-like door for revealing the tiny cylinder tube, strapping inside. A cylinder tube that contained the floating violet blood was pulled off from the secured containment with the grip of The Chemist's two-needle fingers.

Whereas, Tabata stretched his neck from left to right for declaring spontaneity and short exercise. He folded all of his fingers and smoothly pushed them above until the noise of bone cracking screamed through the basement, receiving smooth flexing when shaking his exercised fingers,

Yellowish sparks emitted out on Tabata's knuckle as he flipped his hands and shoved his fingers closed on the statue's forehead. With the swift landing of his emitting fingers, the chubby-woman statue mystifyingly unfolded the shimmering yellow eyes like a dazzling morning sun.

He hastily retrieved back his fingers and steered his stare toward The Chemist who curiously gazed down at the statue's shimmering eyes. The embarking flashes from the statue's eyes even landed on Chemistra's forehand as she kept glossing over it. It's also convincedTabata to swallow a gulp of his saliva for encouraging himself in commencing the conversation with her again.

"Chemistra, you ready to put the humanoid blood on the statue's lips?" Tabata persuaded, luring The Chemist to revolve her observative eyes onto him.

"I'm ready, Tabata." Chemistra answered without any hesitation holding her throat and decided to return the response with a stern-toned question. "How about you, Tabata, are you surely ready on declaring the painful process?"

Tabata firmly nodded and uttered, "Of course, Chemistra."

"Remember put the chemical on the mouth of the statue," Tabata remarked, pointing one of his fingers onto the opened mouth of the statue.

Hence, Chemistra briskly placed the violet blood containment on the clutches of the statue's mouth. Soaring rection would soon be freed as the embarking violet flashes danced on The Onmyouji's face, luring him to step closer toward the female statue that transitioned its bright yellow eyes into lavender.

Blanketing yellow sparkles emitted on Tabata's forehand as he sighed in relief and propelled his palm when he touched the narrow distance from the shimmering statue. More specifically, his palm was locked on top of the statue's hair with the violet flashes getting brighter and wild in demeanor, like a disco lamp.

The Onmyouji smoothly landed his enveloped palm on the air, arising the violet electrical vines of the statue's air. The electrical vines stung through Tabata's hand and jolted him with his entire body staggering, letting out the excruciating pain of enduring the thundering electrocution.

Attempts to move or even retreat his palm into safety didn't appear with his palm forcibly attached to the top of the statue's thundering. It felt like The Onmyouji was trapped on the floor made of the strong sticky material, especially with his staggering feet starting to receive numbness.

The wild violet flashes bloomed through Tabata's shivering eyes after enduring a lot of violet electrical strings blitzed within his limbs. An excruciating howl was even forced to be announced across the domain of the basement, feeling his insides being burnt and puking out a huge splash of blood from his throat.

"Zettaden...statue…." Tabata chanted with a hefty tone.

"REVEAL….the….TRUTH!!!!" Tabata shouted on top of his lung.

The violet flashes hastily expanded the gleaming presence in front of The Onmyouji's vision and sent his mind fleeing into another reality. A dimension filled with only a shrouding purplish background resurfaced as the dominant material within the entire area and spots.

Then, the purple-dominant dimension immediately shattered like a crumbling glass, becoming the instant passage for the next objective of Tabata's vision. The vision of the grayish humanoid safely contained within the forging tank, flooded by the aggressive wave of purplish chemical-like water.

Chemicals that regrew the flexible slimy surfaces on the left arm part and blended it from left to right, forged its pale-white palm. However, the forging vision only lived on the scene shortly as it dimmed out into an all-black dimension in an instant.

Flaring violet blazes popped out on the higher level of the pitch-black sky view of the hollowed dimension. The blazes themselves harmoniously elongated their scorching presence in less than seconds, forging the glistening group of radiant letters shining like the twilight moonlight.

"KANDRUM" was the world for the scorching letters unveiled on the high sky view of the pitch-black dimension. The glistening and scorching letters levitating on the sky vastly omitted the abrasive radiant lavender that swarmed every spot or even the spacious area of the hollowed dimension itself.

Afterward, the blinding dusty white scenery emerged by tributing all traces of the swarming-lavender wave. It returned Tabata into the reality where he remained chained by excruciating electrocution of violet strings once again. Moreover, The Onmyouji summoned the encircling yellowish sparkles on his wrist being held captive by the strings originating from the statue's head.

Without hesitation Tabata forcibly pulled away his palm and ended the electrocution process on his limbs instantly, dispersing the violet electrical strings into an untraceable speck of dust. He shakily took the step back before his staggering legs lost the chance on holding the standing position. Luckily, his falling body was caught by the speedy reflex of Chemistra's bulky gauntlet palm and darted her blunt glare onto him. She even shook The Onmyouji's spine as he exhaled an exhausted breath.

"What did you find, Tabata?" Chemistra asked, frosting her voice in stoic and rigid demeanor.

Tabata coughed before he blurted out the answer, "Kandrum…Kandrum is where the humanoid….originates….from."

"It's….an atlernate dimension….combined both….magic…and alien lifeform…" Tabata muttered with his exhausted and trembling voice as he eyes constantly vibrated after spoiled out the glimpse of his observation.

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