Close Period of The New Threat's Arrival

The glimmering late afternoon sky had now transitioned to a darker orange with a mix of dark blue light as another few hours passed, almost closing on touching the early night. Some of the crowd people filled both the sidewalks and the roads, headed into the bulky-glassy building sprightly presenting a neon-bright advertisement video clip, shimmering through the whole surface of the building from all sides of the building.

An advertisement of the current artist, Yurika who calmly stood on top of the pinkish-glassy pillar and wore a sparkling neon-violet dress, exposing her serene smile throughout the audience. Moreover, a neon-lavender sky alongside the pale moon with a black cape logo in the middle of it became the background of the advertisement for the current concert of Yurika, attracting the attention of the people on the near-sidewalks below.

Although there were some people who already went inside the concert building, the artist herself, Yurika still inside the purplish sedan car being lined up with the white lines on the door parts. She tightly held both of her hands that formed one fist, placing it on her forehead, and hushedly closing her eyes.

Beside her left, Kenta glanced toward his girlfriend who kept staying in her praying mood, and encouraged her to briskly stroke her left cheek. The gentle stroke encouraged Yurika to raise her neck and opened her poised eyes on her boyfriend, unfolding the resilient smile on his lips as he caught the glimpse of her slight-delighted smile.

"Don't worry, your concert will perform great, Yurika." Kenta remarked with a placid tone, nodding his head in an assured demeanor and retrieving his stroking hand, "I'm very sure with it."

Yurika blissfully giggled, "Oh it's pretty sweet of you to say that."

"Thanks for the reminder again, Kenta," Yurika exclaimed, sheepishly shaking her head and blowing out an uneasy groan, "I'm going be honest, I'm a little bit….nervous with this concert."

Kenta happily opened a cheerful smirk and gently patted his shoulder, "You keep saying that whenever you before a concert. Then suddenly, you successfully made a great performance in there."

"Yes, yes." Yurika replied sheepishly shaking her head, "But it's also good for me to let out pressure too."

"Am…I right about that?" Yurika said with an exuberant tone, tilting her head from left to right.

"Whatever." Kenta bittered, reluctantly nodding his head.

Afterward, the couple switched their stare onto the window view and placed their tiring head on the palms acting as the balmy surface like a pillow. The temporal serenity enlivened the inside of the car, igniting the hunting spirit of Kenta as surging electric strings blitzed through his eyes.

'It's so unfortunate this will be the last concert….of your life,' Kenta mumbled within his mind, widening his soothed eyes as he pondered on the dark-afternoon sky above and dimmed out the surging electricity from his eyes, 'Yeah you just so happen to be a trophy, symbolizing my way on bringing back my true identity,'

'Don't worry I will never forget about you only as a trophy and I must say….I indeed regret taking this break time,' Kenta added with a little bitterness consuming his tone, 'A break time happening because of one battle that injured me quite well. The battle with one of the strongest heroes in Neo Tokyo.'

Kenta sighed and continued, 'I hope the mighty battle with Sparror will not send me into the mood of taking a break again.'

'Speaking about the killing, I'm already prepared a trick suitable to get the perfect kill of Yurika,' Kenta mumbled deeply and continued with a harsh bicker through his mind 'Mark on that, Sparror.'

Meanwhile on the other side of Neo Tokyo near the area of Heiwa Cafe, a yellow taxi with blue lines wrapped around it recently parked on the right sidewalk. The right side of the door widely opened, showing Hatoshi swiftly walking out from the comfy spot of the seats and lending his offering hand that was being grabbed by his close partner, Yuna.

As they already stepped onto the sidewalk and the taxi drove away from their distance, the high schoolers sharply darted their sight into the gloomy-dark alleyway. Yuna tightly held her close partner's hand especially when she caught a near glimpse of him biting his shivering cautious's lips.

"Are you sure you wanted to do the patrol again?" Yuna asked politely, closing her concerned lips.

Hatoshi gleefully grinned and uttered, "Yup, I have to do it since the new threat can be anywhere."

"I'm aware that I should wait for the news first, but I think it's better to patrol too," Hatoshi affirmed with a stoic tone, "He might appear himself right now."

"Another reason is hopefully…I'm able to save the upcoming casualty too," Hatoshi added, clenching one of his staggering fists and gritting his unnerving teeth.

The schoolboy steered his glanced affirmative glare one more time at Yuna who shared the relieving atmosphere with her stretching an eagerly smile. Glancing at the smile of his close partner, Hatoshi blissfully shook his head and extended his serene grin as he strengthened his gentle holding hand on hers.

"I believe you can save upcoming casualties and defeat the new threat at the same time," Yuna remarked with a cheerful tone, nodding her head and lifting up one of her holding fingers.

The schoolboy chortled and uttered, "Thank you for your encouragement again, Yuna. I'm very glad to hear that from you."

Hatoshi promptly unshackled the relieving grip due to the assertive furrow formed on his face, taking one step forward. Blazing strings flared up and tangled his wrists as the schoolboy heaved his asserted eyebrows and closed his rigid lips, flickering the dimming yellowish lights through his eyes.

A sudden stop was declared from the schoolboy's steps, exposing the surprised expression on Yuna's face especially when she watched her close partner turn around. Hatoshi upraised his waving hand that pursued her to wave back and happily freed her jolly grin, enjoying the relieving bid of farewell.

"Good luck on your patrol again!" Yuna spoke out loudly with an exhilarated tone, continuing to wave her hand.

"Thank you again and good luck with your internship too, Yuna," Hatoshi replied, releasing deep enthusiasm from his voice.

Then. Hatoshi exposed his bubbly smirk and suggested with a jolly tone, "If Mr.Yoshida bothers you again, you can just call me…hehe."

Yuna rolled her eyes and muttered jovially as she rested her wavering hand, "No thank you, I can handle him by myself, Hatoshi."

The schoolboy hurriedly ventured into the depth of the gloomy alleyway and the dancing furnaces popped out below his stepping feet, strapping them. His heading steps reached the finish line when he reached the narrow sight of the dead end of the wall, upraising his palm that materialized a floating torch.

A fiery twister evoked from the depth of the ground beneath Hatoshi's feet as he sighed out a mitigating air away, shimmering the sparkling yellowish lights, The yellowish lights swiftly folded his entire human eyes, changing them into the eyes belonging to his alter ego self, Sparror.

"Zuryah!!!" A contorting grunt bravely soared out from Hatoshi's lung, echoing within the alleyway for brief seconds.

The scorching twister speedily encroached into Hatoshi's whole limbs until the remains of the human self were no longer seen by the naked eye. Hence, the whirling twister vanished faster than a split second after levering down its fluid body and grasping a glimpse of the afternoon's sky view.

Breezing tranquility was now able to be achieved by the alleyway as the wind flew gushed away on the surroundings. The unruffled wind even blew Yuna's hair, revealing the gleeful smile before she dropped an uncertain wince toward the perturbing presence lingering through her mind.

Blaring yellow flashes shone through both of the schoolgirl's eyes and a raspy breathing noise resonated through her ears, staggering her legs shortly. Regardless, Yuna closed her shaking eyes and unraveled the stern glare she locked on the straight line, readying herself on engaging the conversation with her other self.

"What did you want to say to me, right now, Yuzu?" Yuna whispered with a bothersome flowing through her voice.

The voice of clearing throat rang through her ears and replied sternly, "I'm just checking."

"Checking whether you…still wanted to continue on committing our parent's goal." Yuzu remarked.

"Fine, I will commit to the plan most likely when I already reached seventeen," Yuna said within her mind, biting her lips in anxiousness showering her thought, and letting out a guess,

Yuna grunted and continued, "Because the more I felt attached to him, the stronger the blessing from the ritual will be given to us, am I right?"

"You're, correct and I'm impressed with you, Yuna," Yuzu uttered with an impressed tone, slightly blurting out a satisfied chuckle.

A contorting noise of wind blowing echoed through Yuna's mind with her other self departing from her sight, forcing her to breathe out a long sigh of relief. She immediately switched her sight concisely on the Heiwa Cafe's direction, proceeding to walk forward to the place for initiating her internship.

The traces of the yellow lights within Yuna's eyes were wiped out with the warmful scarlet lights in temporal seconds as she headed closer to the cafe. The schoolgirl stoked the left side of her tidy hair when her eyes reverted back to her casual human eye, lightening up the short calmness with unfolding a slight cheerful smile.

'If the day of initiating the plan comes, I promise to revive you again in the new….peaceful I would make.' Yuna murmured within her mind and bent down her uneasy neck and continued with a glimpse of heaviness clouding her throat. 'Father…mother…I'll try my best to initiate the plan when I reached seventeen. For me….it's a perfect time to do it.'

On the middle of the sky view of Neo Tokyo, the fiery cocoon construct transpired in front of the chilling clouds and dispersed into scattering ashes, fleeting aimlessly. The disappearance of the fiery construct unveiled The Blazing Hero himself, Sparror hovering on top of the sky below with his eyes illuminating the glistening lights.

The Flaming Hero hoisted both of his hands that engulfed a glittering molten torched on his knuckles and gazed down at the cloudy view below. He thrust both of his scorching hands onto the below view, spreading the fluid fiery waves and rapidly forming the fiery ring-like circle.

'It's for me to initiate the third patrol.' Sparror uttered rigidly through his mind, clapping his scorching hand altogether.

An enveloping fiery orb cleanly emerged in the sky and securely barricaded the hovering Sparror as he retrieved the back of his molten hands. The Flaming Hero hurriedly waved down one of his molten hands and commanded the orb construct to flee downward, declaring a smooth fall.

"ZURYAH!!!" Sparror grunted valiantly, jabbing the air below with his molten hand instantaneously forging the rough molten gauntlet construct and stimulating the wild vibration on the orb.

Regardless, the fiery orb jounced the down the air and catapulted itself into the spacious city's view. The orb dashingly fled forward as if it was like a speeding missile containing The hovering Sparror, continuously steered his heedful sight from left to right and shimmering the dazzling yellow light within his eyes.

'As I still conduct this activity I should have a call on Satoru and ask him to check on the concert too.' Sparror mumbled through his mind, forging another plan as he resumed his ongoing patrol.

Thin fiery strings lashed out from Sparror's left waist and phased through the upper side of his left thigh. Then, the string swiftly broke free from the clutches of the armored thighs inside and constricted the red-case phone belonging into his human self at the same time, convincing The Flaming Hero to grab it with his left grip.

In the area of the front gate of the glassy concert's building, Satoru waved his thankful eyes toward the driver of the yellow taxi with blue lines who slowly drove further from his distance. Then, the glassed schoolboy quickly steered his exhilarated glance toward the concert's front fate.

However, his approaching walks met an uninvited interruption in the form of his phone ringing in his uniform's pocket. He hurriedly pulled off his blue-cased phone and darted the surprised eyes. More precisely, Satoru's eyes captured a clear glimpse of his fellow classmate in the middle below, Hatoshi activated the request for the upcoming phone call and pressed the vibrating green dial button on the screen as he placed his phone on the ear.

"Hello, how's your patrol?" Satoru greeted his classmate with a little bit of gladness sparked into his voice.

A contorting voice of Sparror's chortle came out from the phone and announced his result, "So…far no sign of the new threat."

"Anyway Satoru, can you help me observe the concert area?" Sparror insisted with a polite tone,

Satoru surely nodded and furrowed an asserted glare as he stated, "Of course, Sparror. of course, I help you too on finding the new threat. Especially if I managed at least a glimpse of the picture, I share it as fast as possible"

"Thank you very much, Satoru," Sparror replied with a contorting gladness.

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