Creating A Cautious Anticipation for The Future Stage

Dark-blue early night sky cleanly entered the breezy debut on the above scenery within the whole wide above-space area of Neo Tokyo. Chilling winds swiftly streamed through the gloomy underground places and one of the places was the secret base belonging to The Chemist Hero, Chemistra.

The Chemist hushedly sat on the bluish holographic chair and sharpened her observative gaze toward the floating bluish-holographic rectangular screen. The glowing screen that presenting several pictures scattered on every spot of the screen and securely contained within the squared-shaped.

The left side of the screen mostly consists of limbs of the humanoid such as the roaring mouth, the mushy legs, and many other limbs. Whereas, the right side only revealed one horizontal picture of the mist form of The Phantom himself who delightfully showed his smile within her sight.

With the left and right sides of the pictures broadened The Chemist's heedful sight, she bent down her head briefly and rotated her camera-like eyes. Chemistra briskly darted her sight onto the middle picture, commencing the end phase of the sluggish rotation within her cybernetic eyes.

The middle picture broadcasted the cotton-white skeletal form of the watch through Chemistra's stern glare. One of the needle fingers shoved below The Chemist's metal cheek, resonating small soothing noises of the metal being clapped for her to sharpen the stern focus on the middle object.

"Even though the next detector project may not have the same capability as Zero due to time and limited material in here, I'm eagerly going to initiate the finishing process," Chemistra muttered sternly, retreating the tapping needle finger and commanding her legs to get up from spending more time seating on the holographic chair.

The Chemist exhaled the distorting hefty breath away and uttered, "The Phantom was foolish on sharing the time on commencing the show, but it's more effective for me preparing the detector for his monster right now."

"His tricks are unpredictable and very dangerous," Chemistra mumbled rigidly and continued. " He also presumably knew other personal information of the heroes here, including me, Agano, and even Akushijo too."

The observation for Chemistra suddenly fell into a smooth interruption due to gusting windy noise echoing through her mind. It felt like there was a person invading her mind through telepathic as The Chemist raised a surprised gaze and took around two steps with resilient feet onto the right.

A gentle-feminine voice sigh resonated through the inside of The Chemist's lined up all of her fingers and placed them each on both sides of her waist. She swiftly grasped a little spark of calmness by assuredly bending down her cybernetic neck, acknowledging the presence of her telepathic allies.

"I heard that you wanted to call Southern Shield for aiding in the next battle. Is that true?" The telepathic voice belonging to Mistress Foreseen asked in an ensured demeanor.

Chemistra firmly nodded and replied to the smooth flow of conversation telepathically, "Indeed."

"I need more powerhouse on facing this new threat and Southern Shield for me is a perfect fit for that category," Chemistra explained with a stoic tone and expanded her reasoning. "I'm well aware he was not the central hero in your country since Blue Winter already fit the spot."

"Further reason adding Southern Shield might be more effective on countering the bizarre trick of the new threat." The Chemist added, uplifting her tightened clenching fist. "I and the others failed the mission not only lack of preparation and anticipation but more powerhouse also the problem too."

The Chemist suddenly shut off both of her cybernetic eyes with unnerving thoughts shivering her whole limbs. Unnerving thoughts flashed a memory clip when she fixated her boiling enraged stare on The Flaming Hero who fell into devastating despair after witnessing the harrowing explosion.

The memory clips instantly vanished when the coughing voice of Mistress Foreseen aided Chemistra to return to reality, flickering the lights within her eyes and forming a stoic glare. She also rested her upheaved fist with a semblance of relaxation clouding her mind and halted her limbs from trembling, returning into a steady-stable state in an instant.

"Was the other reasons related to Sparror too?" The telepathic Mistress Foreseen guessed in a pity.

Chemistra grunted and spoke rigidly, "The failure of the last mission scarred Sparror's mind and it's highly possible he will not join the next fight just for…emotional healing."

"So Mistress Foreseen, will you or Southern Shield will aid me and the others in the next battle?" Chemistra asked in a concerned demeanor.

An echoing sigh of agitation gusted within the depth of The Chemist's mind for capturing the crystal clear response from Mistress Foreseen herself. Chemistra extended the shocked-cybernetic gaze with her steering to the cold ground below before she blinked her eyes and grasped a flooding sense of affirmativeness.

"Unfortunately, I and Southern Shield couldn't aid this battle, Chemistra." Mistress Foreseen murmured, enduring little spark of despondency shone through her voice. "We currently faced a quite massive problem in our country too."

"The easiest way of describing it is we faced a secret evil organization that also lots of ferocious foes too." Mistress Foreseen added, "Furthermore, Blue Winter alone isn't enough to stop them even though he was well known to be the strongest Shaolin. He still needed me and Southern Shield on solving this problem too."

Mistress Foreseen heavily gasped and continued in an uneasy demeanor, "Apology for this inconvenience."

Perturbing skepticism shivered through the very spine of The Chemist after receiving the bitter response from Mistress Foreseen. She shook her head and rubbed her metal cheeks shortly, attempting to dig the determination, deciding the sole answer for resuming the unsteady flow of the conversation.

The Chemist briskly crossed both her metal arms and hardened her staggering grips on each of the arms, slowly being drowned by the feeling of sorrow. A sorrow that fortunately didn't completely consume her mood as she hastily lifted her hefty neck to glance at the sky, placing her arms on her waist.

Regardless, Chemistra cleared her throat that letting out a distorting coughing noise in order to gain stoic courage for declaring the response. Both of The Chemist's cybernetic eyes were now fixated into cold-firm glares toward the sky view, luring a worried gasp to be let out from the telepathic Mistress Foreseen.

"Thank you for…the response, Mistress Foreseen," Chemistra mumbled, reluctantly nodding her slightly hefty neck.

"You're welcome." Mistress Foreseen replied and continued the flow with a bid of farewell, "May the spirit lead to the glorious victory of your battle."

The telepathic conversation of gaining the alley reached the finished line when placid-wind noises blew out across The Chemist's head, acting as the crystal-clear departure for Mistress Foreseen. The recent departure temporarily left a frigid resentment within Chemistra's cybernetic eyes.

The Chemist lifted the vibrating gauntlet fist in brief seconds for accepting the absolute outcome. A misfortunate outcome of didn't gain an important aid that became a potential future on countering the upcoming trickeries as Chemistra placed her head on the metal palm, shaking her head.

"Another unfortunate thing occurred, Fine." Chemistra bickered, retrieving back her palm, and began to switch her glance in the far right direction.

Chemistra gasped and murmured with a little bit of annoyance showered her voice tone, "If Southern Shield couldn't come, then I had to do another plan."

"Visiting Sparror place just to make a confirmation whether he'll join the battle or spend more time…healing." The Chemist uttered with a deep disgruntled tone as she furrowed her cybernetic eyes.

Hence, Chemistra shook her hefty neck before quickly heading toward another object, becoming the main target for satisfying her observation. A translucent-holographic watch levitated within the windy cylinder-shaped containment, being placed like a museum object, especially with the dark-gray metal pillar carrying it.

"If…I received the possibility of Sparror not joining the fight, I probably ask a professional Superhero or powerful enough on stopping this threat." Chemistra bickered in frigid affirmativeness.

"It even…included The Morphions or the battle mages from Valtoria." Chemistra added, rotating both of her stern eyes to the right.

The night sky went darker, especially with the dark blue color beginning to shift into a darker tone. Both freezing and humid winds speedily flew on the majority of the quiet and hushed houses' rooftops, revealing some of the people on the sidewalk biting their teeth and scratching their arms.

Akarui's family house was included in the list for the chilling wind to spread the cold influenced its entire surroundings such as the front gate area. A front gate area consisted of Hatoshi, Yuna, and a yellow-electric taxi parked beside them with the windows on the back seat opened. A window that unveiled their friends, Satoru waving his hand and exposing his cheering grin.

"Thank you very much for everything, Satoru," Hatoshi said gladly, bowing down his upper body in a thankful demeanor.

Satoru smirked and replied, "No worries."

"See you later tomorrow, Hatoshi, Yuna." Satoru gave a bid of farewell, slowly pressing the button in order to close the windows when the taxi started to move forward.

As Satoru already left the scene alongside the taxi, Hatoshi and Yuna smoothly steered their watchful eyes onto the front gate of the Akarui's house. The schoolboy headed toward the left side of his house's front gate and neatly tapped the circular white button of the bell, screaming the high pitch ringing noise.

Hatoshi rested his hand that would soon fall into the clutches of his close partner's warmful grip, luring him to steer his glance at her blissful smile. It influenced him to release a sheepish giggle the more he time spending on mesmerizing Yuna's face, grasping the relieving mood of this night.

"if there is a crime scene appears, are you ready?" Yuna asked with a cheerful tone, strengthening her holding grip. "Ready…on possibly awakening your power?"

Hatoshi soothingly chuckled and uttered with him blazing up the excitement, "Of course…Yuna, of course."

"I'm very much ready on obtaining….Sparror's mantle once again" Hatoshi reassured, biting the left side of his lips before he replaced it with a comforting smirk. "Besides, I still need to bring that criminal to justice too."

"I know," Yuna responded with a joyful tone and continued. "I love hearing those kinds of words from you."

Yuna sighed and released a firm reminder. "Also, let me remind you again if that method didn't work." You might need to try the alternative."

Hatoshi groaned, "Okay, let's just hope I didn't take the alternative."

"I didn't want to make both Uncle Sasaki and Aunt Chisato concerned about this." Hatoshi mumbled in uneasiness.

The soothing conversation between the two high schoolers ended shortly when the front gate widely opened the access to the inside of Akaraui house, retrieving their holding hand from each other. The preparator of opening the door was Hirata who wore pink pajamas and short white pants, greeting the two high schoolers with an exhausting grunt.

"Hello, Hirata," Hatoshi spoke politely.

"Yo, Hatoshi and your lovely…. girlfriend Yuna." Hirata replied sarcastically, widening her jocular smirk.

Yuna giggled and commented, "You always to make either sarcastic remark or sometimes…an insult."

Hirata rolled her eyes and shrugged off, "Whatever. Yuna"

Afterward, Hatoshi and his close partner, Yuna swiftly walked forward into the area of the Akaraui house, grasping the warmful atmosphere as they sighed in relief. With the two high schoolers near the front door, suspicion glare locked toward her cousin as she pressed the button on the right for commanding the door to close the access to the outside.

Hirata even turned around and centered her eyes toward the schoolboy who recently removed his shoe, releasing a murmuring grunt. An intriguing suspicion that led her mind to project The Blazing Hero himself, Sparror emerged on the same spot as her cousin.

'Seriously, I'm very much 90% sure Sparror and Hatoshi were the same people all the time." Hirata bickered within her mind. 'Seriously, Sparror hadn't appeared ever since the incident and suddenly my cousin become like this.'

'Becoming someone who felt like holding a regret.' Hirata presumed her assumption. "Of course, he was indeed Sparror."

…

***