Short Conversation With The Phantom and The Main Result of It

Around a few hours after the heating battle within Godonura reached its end, Frenzy Cloverland was safely locked inside the cell of Murushima Island. A prison cell with gleaming white lights shone through the whole interior of the cell and The Phantom's arms were strictly chained by the gleaming bluish holographic chains.

Frenzy Cloverland's cloth also received major changes with him now wearing a tight white jumpsuit, glowing the glistening blue flashes on both of his ribs. Furthermore, The Phantom enthrallingly locked his gaze toward the metal gray door with striking crimson lights shimmering through all of the four lines.

'The sequel of the show is indeed more fun and thrilling even though I'm trapped within the cold prison cell,' Frenzy Cloverland giddily mumbled through his mind and continued with an enthralling tone, 'So Kenta, continue the flow of the show as the final enemy that the heroes must face!'

Frenzy Cloverland delightfully nodded and uttered, 'I know deep down you already embracing your long-lost Morphion identity. You just need to find the suitable awakening trigger.'

'And the perfect awakening trigger for you is simple, your current lover.' Frenzy Cloverland added, mesmerizing the glimmering exuberant that showered into the depth of his mind, 'Sadly, I couldn't watch the everlasting moment when you initiated the best moment of awakening the true self.'

The entrance gate of Frenzy Cloverland's widely opened by sliding onto the left, revealing The Blazing Hero, Sparror who locked his firm eyes onto him. Watching the hero headed into his direction, The Phantom blurted out the out loud chuckle for his own thrilling greetings toward his foe.

The Flaming Hero halted his step when he reached the front distance of the delightful Frenzy Cloverland, loudening the mangling chuckle shortly. A tiny fiery torch popped out and calmly hovered beside the left of Sparror's armored helmet, sharpening his gleaming rigid stare toward The Phantom.

"Nice to see your presence again, Sparror." Frenzy Cloverland happily began the flow of the conversation.

"Are you trying to interrogate me?" Frenzy Cloverland guessed.

Sparror reluctantly sighed and said, "Yes, I only ask one important question."

Sparror hastily clenched one of his armored fists that embarked the molten flashes through all of his armored fingers, heating up the cautiousness. Frenzy Cloverland avidly giggled after witnessing his cautious actor hoisting his molten fist that ignited the flaring furnace on his knuckle, back and forth tilting his head from left to right.

"So Mr.Cloverland, can you tell me your other plan?" Sparror demanded assertively, radiating the sparking fiery flashes on the furnacing knuckle.

Frenzy Cloverland gushed another mangling giggle and uttered, "Let your mind figure it out by itself!!"

At first, The Flaming Hero raised one of his gleaming sight puzzling demeanor and bowed his head. He heedfully crossed both of his arms before two yellowish flashes sparked through his eyes and exhaled a surprised gasp, receiving the realization of Frenzy Cloverland's response.

Hence, Sparror lifted his neck with him exposing a stern look toward The Phantom who smoothly shrugged it off with a single assured nod. A furnacing flame on his knuckle dimmed out as The Flaming Hero took around two steps forward into Frenzy Cloverland's distance, readying himself on prolonging the flow of the conversation.

"Find the wonderful answer, now?" Frenzy Cloverland provoked with him extending the intrigued grin.

Sparror firmly nodded and stated with a deep harsh tone, "Yes I realized that, and thank you for sharing your answer, Mr.Cloverland."

"I'm still impressed that teenage hero like still calmed after meeting with the person who humiliate you and commit genocide in front of your eyes" Frenzy Cloverland praised in flooding amazement showering the depth of her mind, "I wondered if you just a nice and forgiving hero or something else,"

Sparror grunted and declared a bickering response by flickering the hovering torch, "To be honest, I only try to do the right thing here."

"Yes I still had resentment toward you, but I will never let hatred consume me," Sparror uttered, briefly pausing him shaking his head to the left, "Because it's not my way."

"I never like being the executioner or the hero who obsesses with vengeance," Sparror added with embarking firmness.

An abrasive, yet blurry white spark swarmed through the whole of Sparror's gleaming eyes, fading it away in a split second as the new reality unveiled itself into him. A grimacing reality filled with the landscape full of dampening mud made from fresh blood and decomposing corpses resting on most of the sides.

In front of his staggering feet, the corpse of his close partner, Yuna was precisely caught by the trembling frown of The Flaming Hero himself. Luckily, Sparror managed to toss aside his gloomy thoughts from ever invading his mind by tightening his fist and shutting off the light within his eyes.

The yellowish lights swiftly resurfaced within The Flaming Hero's eyes, unfolding the vigorous gaze especially when he perceived the poised smile on the lips of Yuna's corpse. Regardless, an acceptance nod was initiated by Sparror himself that evoked the blinding white wave to vastly spread into the grim realm.

The blinding wave vanished faster than the blink of an eye, returning Sparror to reality once more and resolutely placing his molten hand on his beating chest. An echoing chuckle gushed out from Frenzy Cloverland's throat and shook his head the longer he watched The Flaming Hero's firmness.

"Even though my love one died, I will try my best not to let all of the negative thoughts overwhelm me." The affirmed voice of Sparror himself cast out through the rapid flickering of the hovering torch.

Frenzy Cloverland breathed out a calming puff and briskly responded, "Very, very, very, very interesting point of view, Sparror."

"I'm very impressed with your effort to be consistent in being selfless, despite in reality your motivation is absolutely selfish!" Frenzy Cloverland commented, absorbing the thrilling feeling within his beating heart. The Phantom joyfully pondered The Blazing Hero who consistently let his heedful eyes glare onto him and provoked him to expand his excited comment, "This is why I nominated as one of the most….interesting actors in my show!!"

Sparror groaned and murmured, "You truly…one twisted and bizarre being that I've ever encountered in my life."

The Flaming Hero briskly snapped his molten hand and turned around when Frenzy Cloverland continuously eyed him. A whirling fiery twister arose beneath Sparror's armored feet as he gazed upon the above view of the prison cell, allowing the twister to consume his whole limbs.

The only exception for the devouring construct was none other than The Flaming Hero's head who he glanced back toward the captivated Frenzy Cloverland. Rigorous eyes painted Sparror's face as he raised one of his molten hands upward, giving a bid of farewell before his instant departure.

"Before you leave, you don't want the ask appearance of the new threat?" Frenzy Cloverland asked.

Sparror grunted and guessed, "Even if I ask that type of question you will not give the answer too right?"

Frenzy Cloverland delightfully chortled and said, "True though."

"Besides, I am…ready to face anything the new threat will bring," Sparror assertively remarked, flipping up his molten hand and covering the fiery twister on the entirety of his void black face.

A flashing fiery twister made its respawning debut in front of the silk-white metal door with the neon light shining on the whole four gaping lines. The twister dispersed into scattering dust that fled onto the clean-white wall on the above interior and revealed The Flaming Hero who still shone the firm eyes.

He raised his armored hand and neatly placed it on the black tapping screen that was attached to the right middle of the door. Wavering green sparkles vibrated on the black screen like a dancing wave, continuously going above and below as it swiftly resumed the recognition process

Then, the lime-green picture took over the main spotlight of the vibrating screen and The Flaming Hero retrieved back his tapping palm. Blitzing white letters that stated, "Welcome Back, Sparror" arose within the middle of the screen before it smoothly slid to the left, revealing access to the inside of the room.

As Sparror entered the room with bright neon green light sprightly dazzled from the hovering lamp in the middle above, his eyes caught the crystal clear glimpse of the resting heroes. The heroes were Agano who had his mask was opened on the right and Chemistra who in the left spot, hushedly resting on top of the bluish holographic hospital bed.

Furthermore, The Flaming Hero's presence convinced the other people who were in the room to steer their glances at him. Akushijo who stood beside the restful Agano, Ayari who bit her lips in worriedness, and lastly Prime Minister Kamiya were all the people that locked their surprised gaze toward Sparror, convincing him slowly walked forward and locked his unnerving gaze at Chemistra's relatives.

Sparror heavily sighed and spawned the fiery torch as he said, "Mr. Prime Minister and..Ayari right?"

Ayari assuredly nodded, convincing Sparror to continue, "Sorry for not keeping Chemistra safe."

"It's okay, Sparror, you did your best, "Besides this is the path she's chosen and I must accept whatever consequence she got." Ayari admitted proudly, sheepishly centering her stare and shaking her head toward The Chemist before switching her side toward her father who bowed his neck in despondency, "Right, Papa?"

"Perhaps, yes, Ayari." Prime Minister Kamiya mumbled and raised his gaze to The Flaming Hero, letting out praise, "No need to blame yourself for this, Sparror since you and the other did a spectacular job saving the world."

"Therefore, I shall give you a …." Prime Minister Kamiya didn't finish his sentence as The Flaming Hero hoisted his opened palm.

"No thank you, Mr.Prime Minister." Sparror insisted, slowly widening a relief look within his look.

"Are you sure about it…Sparror?" Prime Minister Kamiya asked.

Sparror affirmatively nodded and replied with gladness shimmered through his mind, "Yes because hearing your praise and acknowledgment was already enough…for me."

"You're one noble hero," Akushijo mentioned happily, joining the conversation and heading in The Flaming Hero's direction.

Hence, the patient's bedroom was now grasping the soothing atmosphere as Prime Minister Kamiya exhaled an alleviating sigh away and Ayari unfolded her impressed smile toward Sparror. With The Flaming Hero blissfully rubbed the back of his head, Akushijo tapped from the back left of his armored shoulder.

"By the way, can we talk about your interview result, outside?" Akushijo whispered, convincing Sparror to lift both of his gleaming eyes.

As another minute passed, the conversation between Akushijo and Sparror resumed on the warmful outside. More precisely, the conversation occurred on the rooftop of the building with the holographic projection presenting the video clip of the blue tight suit, a chubby man flying freely in the night sky. A video clip smoothly played in the middle of the glassy building.

The Grass Ninja observantly crossed both of his hands and perceived his watchful glare as the hovering torch flickered, freeing the statement belonging to Sparror himself. The ongoing statement from The Flaming Hero still continued its flow especially when the last sentence broadened Akushijo's eyes in gushing surprise.

"Mr.Cloverland already confirmed that another threat will come here," Sparror announced firmly, ensnaring the flaring torch on his knuckle as sorrow's mood clouded his winced eyes briefly.

Sparror reluctantly breathed out a contorting puff, "Sadly, he didn't give me much about the clue of who exactly the threat is."

"However, I am indeed ready to face no matter what kind of threat it is," Sparror assured rigidly, hoisting the torch above his gleaming sight.

Akushijo sighed in bitter relief and stated, "Wow even though that's bad news, we still get the tiny bit of the information which is at least it's a pretty good thing."

"Yeah, I agreed," Sparror replied calmly, resting the knuckle and dimming out the torch as he could now grasp a little spark of alleviating atmosphere within the ongoing flow of the afternoon conversation.

"I guess…this experience taught me another important lesson too," Sparror added.

"Which is becoming more prepare for anything that will come." Sparror asserted, refilling sparkling confidence within his gaze.

The Grass Ninja swiftly shrugged it off as he took a few steps forward until he passed the near distance of the resilient Sparror. Then, Akushijo pondered his astonished eyes onto the crystal clear view of the azure afternoon sky with the soothing flew that kept resonating into his beating heart, shortly chortled.

"Sparror, if there is a new threat coming, you can call me to come here." Akushijo insisted, "Because starting today, I must return to my city."

"Not only for the duty and responsibility to protect, but for my mom too. " Akushijo added sheepishly, "Sorry…for this inconvenient."

Sparror assertively nodded and uttered with a mitigating tone, "It's okay, Akushijo. Take your time."

"Besides, protecting Neo Tokyo is one of my responsibility too as a hero," The Flaming Hero reassured with flaring confidence.

"That will be quite hard since both Old Man Onmyouji and Chemistra have a coma in the month based on what the Doctor, remember that?" The Grass Ninja mentioned with a little anxiousness showering his throat and forcibly winced his lantern eyes."

"Wel...don't worry about it, I'll try my best," Sparror replied with a relaxed tone.

Akushijo briskly lined up two of his fingers and gave out the sign of farewell when he place it on the forehead, letting The Flaming Hero turn around into his sight and unfurling the gleaming look of gratitude within his eyes. Afterward, The Grass Ninja launched a swift leap from the rooftop for declaring his recent departure and hopping on from building to building, being watched by the calmed Sparror.

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