Hunter's Nest In The Ocean
Gleaming yellow flashes dazzlingly shone through both of Hatoshi's eyes as his face formed a heedful look, clenching both of his fists. The schoolboy hastily stood up from his seat and began to scan his surroundings, convincing his close partner, Yuna to extend her concerned lips.
A distorting sigh of annoyance revibrated into Hatoshi's hearings, forcing him to shakily grit his teeth before he widened his eyes in bitter surprise. A realization of the enemy's trick made him lower his clenching fist and The schoolboy quickly unfolded his heedful glare on the above interior.
"You build a telepathic link to me and you must be the last night's killer, right?" Hatoshi guessed through his mind, engaging in the telepathic conversation with him closing his lips and dimming out the gleaming flashes from his eyes.
The voice grunted and replied, "Not a killer, but the real hero who would soon put an end to your reign, Demon Lord."
A thunder-shocked confusion arose within Hatoshi's staggering eyebrows, shivering his arms and gritting his teeth in bitter frustration. Then, he exhaled the hefty air away from his mouth and cleared his throat, readying himself on prolonging the perturbed telepathic conversation with the killer.
"Whoever you are, how did you build a telepathic link with…whoever you are?" Hatoshi asked, pressing his cautious eyebrows.
The killer groaned and uttered with a blunt tone, "The moment when you fail on saving the Succubus."
"You meant…Yurika?" Hatoshi took another guess, inflaming his enraged as he continue to grit his stammering teeth.
"Precisely guessing, Demon Lord." The killer responded by him frosting his bleak voice, invading the schoolboy's mind.
Hatoshi mournfully bowed his head and folded his rapid beating with his palm, enduring the torched guilt of the last night's failure. Luckily, the guilt didn't last long on corrupting the depth of his mind as the schoolboy upraised his locking stare in rigidness, encircling both of his wrists with the fiery bracelets construct.
Hatoshi heavily sighed and shook his head as he uttered, "Alright then."
"Let's solve our…matters," Hatoshi announced firmly, hoisting one of his clenching fists that lightened up a dancing furnace on top of his knuckle.
"Of course and this time." The killer responded by him raising a deep stern voice and letting out a harsh reminder, "Nobody will help your fight, Demon Lord. More precisely….you will be fallen into…"
"You will fall into my cage." The killer added a bleak remark, forcing Hatoshi to hurriedly wave his molten hand.
A sudden-high-pitch noise pierced through Hatoshi's hearing as he shakily closed his ears and dropped a stammering wince on his lips. His entire limbs also fell into a paralyzed state when a glistening brown circle popped out beneath his feet, encouraging Yuna to rush in his direction.
The schoolboy imminently raised his commanding palm, halting his close partner from taking any step further and gushing a concerned gasp from her mouth. She motionlessly the whirling yellowish circle beneath Hatoshi's feet gotten wider and unshackled a blitzing brown wolf fang.
"Do not move..further, Yuna!" Hatoshi demanded heavily, gazing down his stare and capturing a glimpse of the wolf fang leaping out from the circle for unveiling its true form.
"Tell Aunt Chisato, Uncle…Sasaki, and Hirata that I got ambushed by a villain right now." Hatoshi added.
Yuna hesitantly nodded and replied, "I…will tell them as fast as possible."
"Also…careful on facing it, Hatoshi," Yuna let out a reminder, allowing Hatoshi to open a blissful smile.
Hatoshi cheerfully chuckled and said with a hefty tone, "Thank you for the reminder…Yuna."
A glimmering brown-furred wolf with its bloodshot emerald eyes locked toward Hatoshi as it fled upward and freed its gripping jaw, impaled on his neck. Hatoshi quickly cried out his agonizing screech especially when a squirting gulp of blood dripped from his neck, pressuring his winced lips.
As the wolf got the grip of its prey, it dove down into the circle and dragged The schoolboy together into the depth of the brown circle. Hence, both Hatoshi and the wolf left the cold scenery in the rented house, letting Yuna close her eyes and wrapping her hand in a praying demeanor.
'I hope you'll be back safely and end this ongoing threat again….Hatoshi' Yuna prayed through her mind, slowly opening her eyes and grasping a glimmer of hope for her close partner
Inside the depth of the ocean far west of Neo Tokyo, Granlork who was still embedded in his Advands Armor lifted his neck and surged out the brown electricities on his neck. The Hunter swiftly pressed both of his kneecaps, stomping the water below his feet with his sight sharply locked above like a hawk.
'So you're finally here, Demon Lord.' Granlork uttered calmly through his mind, spawning out more electricities from his spine.
Granlork tackled the bouncy water below with his electrifying feet and smoothly catapulted him, evoking the untamed brown electricities to envelop his entire limbs. Moreover, his entire body morphed into the bullet-shaped brown bolt the further he flew for escaping the clutches of the ocean and encountering its prey.
The prey none other than Hatoshi recently resurfaced in the middle of the ocean through a materializing portal above alongside the wolf carried him down with its jaw. He flipped down one of his hands that summoned a scorching fiery cocoon instantly ingesting its inside, manifesting the combustible sparks.
A spark would transform into a small circular explosion wave rupturing on the sea, incinerating both the wolf and the electrocuting circular object into ashes. The explosion eventually twisted its elastic surface onto the left until it dissolved in the blink of an eye, revealing The Blazing Hero, Sparror who was about to fall into the depth of the wavering ocean.
The Flaming Hero hastily elevated his molten hand upward onto the dawn sky, unbinding the wild fiery strings covering his ankles. Both of his molten feet omitted the rocketing flames, preventing him from falling and regaining an adroit levitation.
'It's lucky I didn't fall into the ocean…hehe." Sparror mumbled with a jocular tone through his mind and widened his gladful eyes.
The Flaming Hero inhaled the breezy air of the ocean and he sighed away from his lung, enlightening a resilient glare within his eyes. A cautious mood of observation commenced with Sparror hovering forward and scanning the breezy ocean area from left to right, gathering more sparkling flashes inside his eyes.
No sign of the threat occurred with The Flaming Hero kept smoothly hovering forward and raising the brightness of his gleaming eyes. He upraised his opened grip that flare out the dancing torch and blended its shape into the dragon-headed construct dropping its untamed fang.
'Show yourself now.' Sparror provoked with a halfly stern voice through his mind, gathering tiny-floating fiery sparkles beside the left side of his helmet and transforming its shape into a flaming torch.
The observation met its abrupt end with The Flaming Hero froze his hovering body from moving forward, receiving a glimpse of the bronze sparks transcended below him. A shocked gasp gushed through Sparror as he witnessed a couple of bolting brown strings broke free from the clutches of the ocean's depth.
Without hesitation, Sparror waved his torched hand onto the left and granted the dragon-headed construct to liberate the streaming scorching blast. The scorching blast speedily folded his entire armored limbs, disseminating The Flaming Hero's presence into a speck of dust as one of the brown strings lashed out from the sea.
The person who tried to tackle a clean assault, Granlork fled freely from the ocean's dept, disintegrating every bolting trace on his body and regaining his current appearance. The Hunter thrust down his thundering left foot and blitzed out the electrical beneath, cleanly landing on top of the ocean in a steady standing position as if it was turned into the magnetic field.
A bursting flare materialized on the far left of The Hunter and respawned Sparror's physical presence in split seconds. Granlork cried out a deep-grim chuckle when glancing toward The Flaming Hero who eyed him with his gleaming cautious gaze and hoisted his right molten hand.
"Who are you exactly?!" Sparror asked sternly by flickering the torch that let out his voice and proceeded to spread another question, "What's your exact reason for killing Yurika and hunting me too?"
Granlork sighed in bitterness and muttered, "I am Granlork." Let me start with how I killed that one so-called, artist or should said Succubus."
"I killed the Succubus because she forcibly made me forget my true self especially when I took a break time with her," Granlork bickered, latching his resolute palm on his chest and grunting in heating frustration,
"More specifically her alluring magic and enchantment forced me to turn into her love slave!" Granlork added excitedly, retreating his poised clutching hand from touching his chest.
Scorching rage ignited through the gleaming furrow of The Flaming Hero himself as sharpened his glance toward Granlork who revolved his other hands. He even invoked the untamed swarm of torches sheeting both of his armored flames, flickering the crimson flames briefly.
Granlork imminently declared a shrug-off gesture with both of his arms with him noticing The Flaming Hero swallowed by the untamed rage within his beating heart. Nevertheless, The Hunter wrapped up both of his fists and hoisted them on closing onto one another like a magnetic pole.
"As for the reason why I'm targeting you, it's more into killing the true demon lord himself," Granlork remarked bluntly, pointing his finger toward The Flaming Hero who began to heave gleaming eyes in utter disbelief.
"I'm indeed a true hero the city needed the most and you manipulate all the people with your flaming magic," Granlork stated, taking one step closer into his prey's direction and calling forth more brown electrical surges folding his whole feet before spreading all over both of his arms.
Sparror groaned and murmured, "So you think of me as the Demon lord who pretending to be a hero in your eyes."
"Of course, it's an obvious, answer," Granlork responded.
"You manipulating all of the people in the city for your own selfish goal," Granlork spoke, releasing a brief chuckle, "The goal of trying to make the world into your own image for you and your Demon Mistress."
Sparror sighed heavily and irritatedly uttered with him flickering the torch that transitioned into the crimson, "To be honest….I didn't truly believe what you said about me, but talking back to you is sorry to say a waste of my time"
"So let's settle this right now!!" Sparror insisted rigidly, dimming out the crimson fiery torch until it shrank down into nothingness.
"Sure and proof who is the absolute hero that the city deserve," Granlork answered with a deep confidence.
Hence, Granlork plunged upward his left palm and hurled it down due to the blitzing brown lightning bolt struck him. Awakening the heavy pressured wind toward The Flaming Hero especially when he propelled his molten hand, casting out the fiery rectangular for shielding the pressure.
The pressure alongside the lightning bolt all faded out from the naked eyes, unveiling the ramparting gulp of smoke. The Flaming Hero enraged glare also witnessed the bolting brown eyes emerging within the depth of the dancing smoke itself, slowly revealing the enemy's true form.
'The magic....it's probably from the isolated region itself....Valtoria.' Sparror said, beginning to have his mind descend into a little bit of anxiousness and continuing in half-franticness, "If....it's....a yes, I must say it'll be a huge problem to face it.