The Akaruis' Night, Complete With Blithesome Acceptance

Witnessing most of his family members drowned in flabbergasting disbelief, Sparror snapped one of his armored fingers and streamed out the fleeing-fiery strings. The fiery strings twisted their slimy shape as they floated beside the left of Sparror's head and smoothly morphed into a coin-size torch.

The debut of the torch forced Hirata to rest her hand on the table and pondered the torch in curiosity as she raised her eyebrows. While her father, Sasaki bowed her observative glance toward the recent sighting of the floating torch.

"When did…you get that power?" Sasaki asked with an unnerving tone.

A hefty-contorting sigh resonated through the blinking torch before a swift reply from the torch appeared, "The time when I got hit by the car."

"Furthermore, I should die back at that…time, Uncle Sasaki." Sparror uttered an agitated tone."

A sudden memory clip popped out and revealed the time when he alongside his wife and his daughter visited Hatoshi in the hospital after facing a lethal accident. More specifically, a moment when he engaged in a conversation with The Ozmonian, Zero regarding the safety of his nephew. The memory clip instantly vanished from Sasaki's mind with him blinking his eyes and briefly shining the translucent aqua light through his eyes.

"So Zero never truly recovered you, right?" Sasaki guessed with franticness showered through his voice.

Sparror assertively nodded and uttered, "If Sparror didn't appear and offered me a second chance on living, I…might join my parent on the other side."

Sasaki quickly leaned his back onto the chair and exhaled the hefty gasp, staggeringly closing his distressful lips. He even bowed down his gaze of shocking disbelief onto the table before forcibly closing his tremoring eyes, shutting the reality of Hatoshi downing the Superhero identity.

As Sasaki drowned in tremoring shock uncontrollably shaking his arms, Hirata hoisted her finger onto him and cleared her throat. She now became the next volunteer in presuming the fluent flow of the chilling conversation toward The Flaming Hero, Sparror. Sparror who anticipatively locked his firm eyes onto her.

"I'm…already felt quite suspicious ever since you told me that you are an operator," Hirata explained and shook up her puzzling eyebrows. "Like…why the heck you a person who didn't talk too much decide to become…an operator? It felt so weird and that's the reason…I'm beginning to puzzle that both you and Sparror are the same person."

Hirata grunted, "I also began to aware that when you take a break last month….Sparror didn't appear."

"Yes you could make an excuse that he took a break at the same time as you, but I didn't truly buy that." Hirata continued to release the point of view of her argument.

Sparror released a contorting chuckle by flickering the fiery torch and uttered, "That's quite debatable."

"Yeah of course. It's very obvious," Hirata mumbled and presumed with her releasing a short clacking chortle, "Even though I've been thinking that you are Sparror for a long time, I'm still very surprised on seeing this directly."

"Your reaction is quite natural," Sparror reassured with a poised-contorting tone, calmly nodding his head.

A hefty sigh was breathed out throughout Hirata's throat clearing most of the utter shock as she sheepishly chortled. Then, a reluctant smirk was widely opened on her lips, igniting sparkling merriment through her beating heart.

She cleared her throat once again in order to presume the conversation that slowly wiped away the franticness and the utter disbelief that lingered at the diner table. An ongoing conversation that was steadily being watched by Yuna as she leaned her head on her heaved palm she placed on top of the table,

"Hatoshi, sorry for often….mocking you or somewhat degrading you," Hirata murmured, declaring an apology with a little grasp of regret scorched through her voice, "Because I always thought you as a simple…dork.

"Instead…right now, you're indeed a real deal Superhero," Hirata added.

Hirata groaned in bitter uneasiness," I really felt ashamed for what I've done even though it's not that big or crucial."

"I forgive you," Sparror replied with a poised tone and explained blisfully. "I understood, Hirata."

Afterward, The Flaming Hero smoothly steered his relieving eyes toward his uncle who recently unfolded his eyes and gripped the semblance of tranquility as he sluggishly unfolded a blissful grin. Sasaki even briskly marked his placid stare toward his own nephew, erasing any traces of perturbing disbelief from the depth of his thought.

"Well in honesty, I'm very grateful that you are…a true Superhero, Hatoshi," Sasaki confessed confidently, widening his smirk and uttering, "Your parent especially your father will be very proud….seeing his kid willingly maintain peace in this world."

Sparror thankfully nodded and quickly uttered as the flickering torch shone the embarking light like a lantern in the night, "Hope so."

"By the way, are you sharing this secret with us for relieving your stress?" Sasaki guessed and uttered, "Especially after you faced the incident in one of The Enkenko buildings?"

The Flaming Hero inhaled the contorting air into his throat as he began to collect the soothing tranquility within the conversation circles. Sparror resiliently heaved the poised gaze that is shared with the entire family members, enlivening the abrupt calmness with Chisato taking a deep breath.

It even included Yuna who assuredly bent down her neck in split seconds and proposed the serened smirk on her lips. Afterward, the relaxing light embarked through the enlightened eyes of The Flaming Hero, preparing himself on broadcasting his exhilarated statement, crying out the whimpering noises through the mellow-flickering torch.

"Yes...Uncle Sasaki." Sparror answered placidly, hoisting his affirmative, clenched-molten fist below his chin and mumbling, "Because….I just wanted you all to know what exactly happened to me and at the same time….I didn't want to keep lying to you anymore."

Sparror shakily tilted his neck onto the left and expressed, "At first…I lied to ensure you all will not be worried about me. However, that incident gave me a very important life lesson."

"It taught….that its fine to express the feeling of pain to the people who were close to me," Sparror spoke with a gladful tone and remarked as relieved within him glimmered, forged the gleaming joyful eyes. "And right now…I indeed quite felt very relief after sharing this."\

"Relief that I can now become Sparror again," Sparror added, letting out the burning joyfulness.

"So…thank you for listening to me," Sparror said in full-sparkling enjoyment showering his mind.

"You're welcome, Hatoshi," Sasaki replied relaxedly, declaring a thankful nod after capturing the glimpse of his Superhero nephew embarked the beholden eyes, "I'm very grateful for confessing the truth about yourself."

"Because of that, we now understand what your struggle is," Sasaki remarked, confidently closing his arms. "We even know who exactly you are….Hatoshi and of course I will allow you to roam around again as a Superhero."

"Thank you again, Uncle Sasaki," Sparror uttered in a thankful tone as he bowed down his upper body, dropping a single tear of serenity.

Hence, two of Sparror's family members neatly absorbed the reassurance and acceptance as they formed pleasant and relief smiles on their lips. The only person who hadn't received the tranquil atmosphere was none other than Chisato as she sluggishly shoved down her sniveling jaw.

The Flaming Hero briefly exhaled the contorting sigh away before heading into his gloomy aunt, fixating the assertive gaze on her. The gloominess within Chisato lured her on darting her sight toward Yuna who greeted her presence with a cheerful smirk, stopping Sparror's approaching steps at the same time.

"Did you already know this secret for a while?" Chisato asked with shivering worriedness frosted her tone and uttered her name in trembling franticness, "Yuna!"

Yuna assuredly nodded and replied, "Yes, I already knew it ever since I accompanied him to the hospital. "

"I also the one….who helped him confess this truth, Mrs. Chisato," Yuna remarked in a reposeful demeanor. "Hatoshi lied to you about being an operator…..because he didn't want you to be concerned about him.

"Deep down, he indeed needed your support too," Yuna added, "Or just understanding from you."

Chisato hastily gusted away the surprised gasp with cold anxiousness that flowed through the course of her veins and her throat. The frosting worriedness snowed through staggering wince when she concealed her startled eyes on seeing her nephew tenderly offering hid opened- armored palm.

Eventually, Chisato slowly tossed aside the feeling of worry by standing up from her seat and shedding tears from each of her eyes sockets. She closed the staggering wince as resiliently watched her nephew enlightened a blithesome sight on the void black face of his, preparing to announce another confession.

"Aunt Chisato…" Sparror called out his aunt's name, trying to obtain the warmful courage with him elevating his hefty neck upward, "I know you may disagree with this choice because my parent dies in the Superhero action, but I will keep continuing on becoming….Sparror no matter what."

"When I was given a second chance to live, I realized I should use this opportunity to become a hero. Instead of wasting it," Sparror stated rigidly, widening his gleaming-assertive glare he fixated on his aunt.

Sparror puffed out the contorted air away and continued, "This is the…part of the consequence and responsibility too of not joining my parent on the other side at that time."

"I'm…sorry to say this, Aunt Chisato. I'm sorry for lying to you." Sparror added, neatly latched one of his clenched fists on the chest before releasing a burst of contorting blissfully giggle.

Sparror shamefully scratched the back of his armored head and said, "To be honest….even though there is Yuna, I still need support from a family too. Just in order to gain my willpower."

Chisato took the step forward and dropped more lines of tears from her sniveling look, feeling her heart racing, and an echoing scream was closed to be freed by taking a deep breath. Constant hefty breathing that she hastily let out from her throat back and forth before she remarkably unfolded a gladful smirk.

"Even…if I restricted you, you'll still be going to become Sparror anyway," Chisato remarked agreeably.

"Hence, it's better to give you encouragement and support rather than….preventing you from doing the heroic act," Chisato added, stretching further her gladful smirk before she continued with her whimpering. "Besides, I also…really appreciate your honesty on telling this."

"It makes me I can trust and understand you fully," Chisato mumbled.

Without hesitation, Sparror headed onto her aunt and tenderly placed his hugging arm on her back. The warmful hug managed to encourage Chisato to proudly hug him back, proposing the acceptance double life of her nephew as a Superhero.

"Thank…you, Aunt Chisato," Sparror said blessedly.

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