Concert of The Indirect Chanting For The Great Predator

Gyrating flashes of wavering rainbow colors illuminated the entire rooftop of the glassy building as the crowd who were in the concert screamed their uncontrollable enthusiasm. All of the crowd's members occupied their seats on the spacious and encircling side part of the stage, especially with them sitting on top of the glossy-holographic white chair.

Among the cheering crowd of enthusiastic people, Satoru took his comfy seat on the edge spot of the above-left area and eagerly raised his neon-green, holographic lightbulb. The glasses schoolboy even dropped his staggering jaw of sparking excitement when he darted at the neon-violet circular central stage located in the middle below, gushing out the round of boisterous smoke on its surroundings.

"Yurika, Yurika, Yurika, Yurika, Yurika!!!" The spontaneous crowd of people energetically shouted at top of their lungs.

Although the majority of the crowd loudening their exhilarated screams, especially with the pellucid pillar began to emerge, Kenta stretched out his predatory smirk on his lips as he leaned his back on his comfy seat on the below right side near the stage. Blitzing brown electrical strings surged out from his thrilled eyes, steadily witnessing the pillar shackled its front gate and unveiled the main artist, Yurika.

The suitable choice of Yurika's dress was the exact one being broadcasted through the advertisement clip within the outside view of the glassy building, attracting to broaden Kent's smile. An alluring smile from Kenta himself even influenced both of his hands to continuously shake as if he was being electrocuted, enlightening the brown strings through his knuckles.

'This is it, the time for my hunter's mind to take over all of my senses.' Kenta mumbled in enthrallment within his mind contentedly as he gazed at Yurika who cheerily unfurled his staggering grin.

A melodious shriek of joyfulness echoed through the whole sides of the stage, including Satoru who shook up his lightbulb. With the audience kept cheering, Yurika greeted back all of them with a relieved nod, heaving her left clutching grip that the left cast out the fleeing violet sparkles, forming the holographic microphone she quickly placed below her lips for engaging with the enthusiastic audience.

"Good Evening everyone!!," Yurika spoke with a thankful tone, Good evening, and nice to meet you all everyone."

Kenta tremblingly winced in brief seconds and whispered his ebullient praise, "Very beautiful….and elegant dress."

"Succubus," Kenta uttered hushedly, furrowing his deep enraged eyebrows and blitzing on brown electrical strings for brief seconds.

The Photographer's eyes were abruptly covered with the lavender blinding explosion before it dispersed into the scattering ashes. A new realm contained a dusty dark-violet sky and a pitch-black landscape overlaid with the ghastly violet mud on both Kenta's left and right sides.

The Advans armor instantly embedded the entire Kenta's limbs as he caught the enthralling presence of someone from afar. A violet glimmering presence of the woman wearing the same clothing as his beloved girlfriend tacitly floated on the violet mud from the afar left of his distance.

"Spotted you, Succubus," Kenta bittered, flipping up one of his armored hands that emitted the elastic green energy-like slime from his clutching fingers.

Regardless, Kenta swung his glistening hand onto the left in order to crystalize the energy slime until it became a solidified sword. A thin-jade sword with an edge resembling the tooth of the wolf and splattered blood dampening the handler with its shape resembling a gun handler.

He pressed both of his knees that omitted the overflowing green liquid from down to up, awakening the untamed brown thundering strings beneath his feet. The thin-brown sword concisely marked toward the floating woman from afar, convincing Kenta to breathe out cold air away from invading his throat.

"Time to commit the hunt," Kenta mumbled sternly, leaping off from the ground with strings below tackling down his feet, and fleeing toward the woman's direction,

His entire body morphed into translucent dashing the faster he moved forward, capturing the clearer glimpse of the woman's true appearance as he groaned in shock. The discernible differences were indeed spotted on both the skin tone and the mask of the woman herself.

A blood-red cat mask with a wide-opened alluring smirk and a pale white skin tone like a moon of the woman clearly caught by the dashing Kenta's sight, drawing his sword in a left vertical slash. Kenta briskly swung the thin-brown sword onto the left when he touched the narrow distance of the floating woman, targeting her neck as the main spot for the neat slashing.

"Let it snow, let it snow." The soothed-melodic voice of the woman freely cast out, vastly frosting the whole mud ground into an icy field in split seconds.

A storming blizzard transcended through the whole area of violet realms and rapidly frosted Kenta's motions as the sword was closer to receiving a concise decapitation on her neck. Furthermore, freezing shells forcibly fold and numbed his entire limbs as the more freezing wind flew passing by him, shrieking an irritating growl.

The freezing activity brought him back once more to the reality where he still sat on the chair, flabbergasting both of his legs and shakily whimpering. Cold sweats rained down on Kenta's neck as he continued to lock his agitation frown toward his girlfriend who recently reached a high note with her scream alongside the hushing drumbeat voice resonating into the stage.

'The feeling of enjoyment, quite disturbing my flow and I must, I must….I must be freed from this temptation.' Kenta murmured within his mind, enflaming the heated frustration as the mild air from his girlfriend's voice slowly subdued his hunter's spirit.

Luckily, Kenta hastily pressured both of his staggering eyes until they shut off from witnessing the concert. He rushedly opened his eyes once more and returned to the frosted field and the floating woman chanting the frigid singing, streaming into the course of his numbed limbs.

The thin sword began to omit the thundering brown flashes from its blade, shattering the icy shell from covering it piece by piece and raining down onto the frosted ground. Both of his frosted sluggishly maintained their moving motion due to the soaring brown electricities constricted his legs.

"You succubus will…not taint my prideful urge as a hunter." Kenta bickered harshly, pushing one of his legs and breaking it free from the clutches of the frosted shell as he continued with a disdainful tone, "As I said….before you will not taint my pride as a hunter, remember that succubus."

"Now, I'm truly regretting my choice of ever becoming this mundane identity," Kenta added, streaming the enrage feeling through his beating heart.

As the concert still continued and the audience absorbed the jubilation feeling with them out loud cheering, The Flaming Hero who was still inside the fleeing orb swiftly arrived on the left area of the glassy concert building outside. Sparror rose up his left molten knuckle and tapped on the fiery surface above, halting the orb from flying further.

He heedfully grabbed his red-case phone, remaining to be restrained by the fiery strings that disseminated into dust as the phone was placed on the left side of his ears. A button on the middle quickly tapped on by The Flaming Hero with him, attempting to engage in the phone-called conversation.

A dialing noise confirming he was connected to the phone call rang through his ears, convincing to Sparror pop out the tiny torch levitating beside his right.

"Did you already find maybe some kind of odd sign in the concert?" Sparror asked.

The phone-called voice of Satoru blew out a bothersome sigh and replied reluctantly, "Sorry…I could not find it not because of the over-enjoyment with the show, it's just there are so many people in there."

"From what I know, Yurika never had a noticeable rival or enemy in the past, She even didn't have any crazy relatives who had superpowers too" Satoru countered, letting The Flaming Hero hear the overwhelming noise of people merrily sing the line of the song,

Satoru anxiously grunted and said, "So why did you think Yurika will be targeted by an assassin?"

"It's bait for me. The Death of Yurika is most likely a bait for me," Sparror responded with a contorting-blunt voice, bowing his sight down as he scanned down the glassy building and presumed, "Furthermore, the new threat himself was a person who closed enough with Mr.Cloverland, so I assumed he most likely had a similar goal."

"Thinking life is just a show or thrilling experience for its own selfish satisfaction," Sparror added bluntly, resuming his cautious survey and illuminating the glimmering light within his eyes.

"Also, The Distrunians and Mr.Cloverland taught me a quite important lesson that sometimes villains didn't need tragedy or committing their crime for the sake of changing the world," Sparror explained firmly and continued with him heavily shaking his head,

"Instead, the main goal on committing the crime is just for the sake of fulfilling its own selfish desire." The Flaming Hero added.

Sparror grunted, "I know it may sound bizarre to you, but it's just what the villain I faced right now."

"Wow, I…quite understood that," Satoru responded with a mix of bitterness and shock, breathing away a hefty puff.

A brief pause of the conversation appeared with The Flaming Hero lifting up his neck, ending the cautious inspection. Sparror concisely locked his watchful gaze toward the radiant moonlight on the sky, unfolding the pondering gaze onto the chilling night sky before he breathed out a contorting gasp.

"Anyway, I will stay here for a couple of minutes, Satoru." Sparror announced the new plan and released a request with a polite tone, "So of course, can you at least take a picture of the spot either near the threat or the artist's stage?"

"Sure, I'll try my best," Satoru reassured.

The phone call quickly ended with Sparor retrieving his phone and pressing the right-red button on the below-right of his phone screen. A shivering anticipation invaded The Flaming Hero's mind, forcing him to sharpen the rigid glare on his glittering eyes as he commenced the hushed inspection of the concert.

"A sorrow that soon falls," Yurika finished her lines of the show with a soothing, yet high-pitched tone especially with her assertively nodding her head and serenely closing her eyes.

Trumpeting noises of clapping hands and joyous cheering from the audience resounding into her ears. Each voice flung into her, glimmering a mellow gladness as she colored her lips with a smile of gaiety.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone," Yurika uttered thankfully, stepping on her left foot that called forth a mellow sound, resembling a violin.

With Yurika smoothly transitioning her mood into the newest song, Kenta in ired demeanor gritted his stammering teeth and cried out a hushed bleat from his throat. He strictly closed both of his eyes once again and returned to the reality being projected by his mind once again.

A reality where he still wore The Advans Armor, motionlessly stood on the spot, sundered circular brown electrocuting field beneath his feet. His vigilant glare sharply witnessed the rallying ghastly-white army of five, manifesting the form of shirtless samurai with the head taking shape into two letters, SH.

"Just one more time, justice arises." The poised voice of Yurika echoed.

The SH army dashingly sprinted and plunged upward their spears with the tip resembling the edge of the arrow. Kenta hastily swung down his thin sword that invoke the dancing electrical strings strangled on the tooth-tip as he sharply pressed the enraged stare on glancing at the army.

"Enough," Kenta muttered with a deep-stern tone, lashing down his sword and taking one step forward.

The wolf-headed blasting projectile was unleashed through the surging blade of the lashing sword. Moreover, the enlarged projectile dropped its ferocious jaw and omitting the detonating flashes through its head, tackling the near distance of the rallying SH-headed army, thrusting forward their weapons.

Hence, the enlarged projectile decided to transcend into the widespread-combusting brown explosion and vastly devoured every member of the army in a split second. All of the SH-headed armies disseminated into the fleeting ashes with the combusting explosion kept expanding up on reaching the sky.

Eventually, the expanding explosion dissolved faster than the blink of an eye as Kenta tackled the ground below with his sword. He inhaled a reluctant deep breath when perceiving his eyes toward the floating woman who steadily hovered from afar, unshackling another pair of brown electrical strings to wrap around his arms.

Kenta speedily dashed forward with him propelling the thin sword, taking lead for his recent-clean dash. Swarming brown electrical strings instantly covered his whole armored body, shimmering the brown lights within both of his eyes and repositioning his sword into the left crossguard.

The ongoing dash indirectly untethered the bombarding assault of hundreds of memory clips from the past, closely related to the moment he spent either as a normal worker or the time with his girlfriend. The memory clips of him holding the camera in the studio and having a relieving dinner time with Yurika flew past him, allowing him to let out a brief jocular chuckle.

"it's time to let all of the memories as Kenta disappear and never be discovered ever again," Kenta bickered coldly, halting his dashing steps, and impaled the ground with his sword, "I'm truly done living like this mundane human who being called by the people near him, Kenta."

"As I said once again, I should never be taking take a break that indirectly shut my magic power because I lost my will and urge as the true hunter." Kenta spoke with incitive regrets scorched through his voice, "I am that foolish on letting these kinds of thoughts make me forget my true self."

"Shockery, my prey who was the major cause of me taking a break due to your immense power, you soon know I'm returning once again," Kenta mentioned, pointing his finger at the violet sky above.

The reality of Kenta's mind projection quickly crumbled into thousand shattered shards raining onto him and the hundreds of memory clips all faded out into nothingness. Even the woman alongside his presence in the reality turned into a speck of dust before flaring out a brown blinding wave.

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