Museum Filled By Honorable Heroes From The Past

The orange afternoon sky neatly took the central spot for broadcasting soothing flashes throughout the crowded scenery of Neo Tokyo. The dazzling sunlight also shone on places that were not being dominated by the active crowd of people, located on the far edge of the city itself.

One of the chosen places was full of dust, a small wooden black house resting in isolation within the abrasive area of the forest. A forest filled with a majority of the fresh and bulky stem trees contained either a pink arrow-shaped leaf resembling the Sakura forest or the brown leaf for the duo spotlight colors.

Inside the wooden house, a curly-short hair woman in her fifties standing and holding her black casing phone closer to her left ear. She wore a black tank-top with a blossom-pink logo taking the shape of a flower on the middle of her chest and tapping on the

The Woman patiently heard every word being spilled out by the little bit of cracking male voice going from her active phone, unfolding the delightful grin. An enthralling delightfulness commanded her feet to tap on the ground below her feet, flared up neon-green electrical strings on the forehand.

"Sparror…hadn't appeared since the past two days after facing the Enkoku incident, NICE!!!" The woman mumbled in flaring excitement. "Kanzo, thank you, thank you very much for the information."

The woman thrust down her left arm with her being swarmed by eagerness and mumbled, "It's been a very long time since I hadn't made my own destructive debut again or simplest robbery again!!"

"Since the last two years I lost my power, I mostly spent my time hiding in this dirty house." The woman bickered before widening her enthralling grin with her gaze pointing toward her palm soaring neon-green electrifying strings once again. She proceeded to continue her statement in delirium flooding her entire thought. "Until last month I began to gain some of the access for my power."

The woman snickered and resumed her statement with her heaving shocked eyebrows, "But yeah. Hearing the new hero, Sparror was able to defeat the ancient hero Sadari, I was quite afraid as hell on facing it, Kantzo!!"

"Mrs. Hanzaki, you…never really change until now. The voice of Kantzo blissfully responded, expanding the flow of the phone call.

"Whatever you said" Hanzaki murmured and insisted to her partner in crime as she enlightened the soaring neon-green electricity, "By the way, prepare your equipment now!!"

"Tomorrow, I'm very very, fricking ready on using this precious power on those peasants or even gain a sweet treasure!!" Hanzaki added, vibrating her grinning teeth in flowing excitement.

Fukutkeiko museum was three stories rectangular building with a neon-holographic magenta barrier neatly enveloping most of the interior for the outside view to see. More specifically, the building picked the spotlight place across the left of the large-crimson-painted traditional house belonging to one of the ministries.

Within the humid inside of the museum, a crystal clear holographic projection of the heroes valiantly standing filled every spot of the hall, both the left and right sides. Heroes who wore Spandex costumes, heavy armored-based costumes, and even costumes taking a huge semblance of traditional costumes belonging around a thousand years ago were all present in the hall.

Even the massive variety of their distinctive-shaped weapons or equipment appeared as memorial displays on the second floor of the museum building. The second floor shone a bright neon-yellow light on each of the glassy rectangular objects planted separately on the middle side of the floor and even the above interior too, shimmering the gloomy darkness of the pitch-black colored wall.

Not only were the left and right sides of the alley filled with hovering weapons being contained by the secured translucent-white cylinder containment, but the glowing rectangular middle tiles were also occupied as the display spot. Furthermore, some of the weapons especially on the back row were the real thing of the heroes with cracking lines emerging on the spot. Examples of real weapons or equipment were the copper-crimson belt with the middle shape manifesting a shape of a manta ray's body, an azure blue naginata, and many various shapes or types that were used by the Rising Sun Superheroes from the past.

Although the current-time visitors inside the museum weren't a lot appearing on the hallways, at least there were around ten visitors. Three of the visitor were the high schoolers of Masafumi students, Hatoshi, Yuna, and lastly Satoru.

The high schoolers were now roamed around on the third or the highest floor of the museum itself. The third floor consisted of the holographic statue of the recent-famous superheroes of Rising Sun who were already either retired or placidly resting on their forever deathbed within the afterlife.

Two of the high schoolers, Hatoshi and Yuna stood in front of the holographic-projected statue of the black-shogun armored hero, Samuro. They also gazed at several levitating bluish-framed holographic screens.

The left side presented glorious and everlasting heroic actions of the black shogun hero such as pictures of him slashing through the scorching blast with his bluish-blade sword in front of the crowd of worried people. While the right side presented the floating bluish hologram filled with a wall of the text providing information regarding the glimpse of his biography, greatest achievement, and many other things such as the last moment before meeting his death.

Skimming and glossing over both the pictures and the paragraph raised a poised feeling through Hatoshi's sight as he keenly opened an impressed smile. Yuna who was beside the left of his and darted her intrigued sight at the holographic projection of the almost two meters woman wearing a white kimono and grayish-farmers head. lure to steering her attention onto him after capturing the glimpse of his smile.

Hence, the schoolgirl swiftly headed in his direction and gently hold his palm when she arrived closer. Hatoshi quickly tilted his comforted stare toward his close partner, tightening the holding hand of his close partner, and cheerfully let out a brief giggle of gladness.

"Do you still remember the story I told you about Samuro?" Hatoshi asked with a blissful tone, switching his darting sight toward the holographic projection of the black-shogun Samuro once again.

Yuna giggled and replied, "Of course. I always remembered the story where you got saved by him."

"It's one of the reasons I looked up to him for a while," Hatoshi stated.

"I know," Yuna responded, nodding her head before she continued the smooth flow of the conversation with a grin of amazement, attracting her close partner on gazing at her lips. "Actually, I'm more impressed with you the one who did the heroic action before he arrived."

"The time where you trying to protect a woman from being murdered by her crazy lover," Yuna added, thankfully exposing her smile. "That act already proved…you indeed have a strong courage to become a Superhero, Hatoshi."

A spacious-blinding white light popped out through Hatoshi's head who heaved his eyebrows in stammering surprise. The past clip originated three years ago and completely played the recording within the schoolboy's whole mind as if his presence was transferred back into the exact moment.

The moment where he stood in front of the frightened woman and extended his arms like a defensive barricade within the gloomy tunnel under the bridge. Hatoshi forcibly bit his lips in staggering firmness with his sight centered toward the long-hair man holding up the knife and revealed the heating-enrage grit.

"Still wanted to play hero, kid? Fine." The man muttered, shaking his head and groaning before he shouted furiously. "Then, YOU'LL DIE ALONGSIDE HER!!"

The enraged man grouchily stampeded forward with him propelling his acuted knife in a concise straight-line stabbing position. The echoing growl of wrath and burning rage blurted out as he reached the near distance of the little boy.

A little boy who persistently stood like a blocking wall even though he felt his legs both trembling and numbing. Regardless, Hatoshi could only grit his tremoring lips and locked his tremoring, yet rigid glare he kept centering toward the heating-enraged attacker who now jabbed down his knife.

Luckily, the elusive presence of Samuro dashingly arrived in the nick of time with him standing in front of the little boy. The black shogun drew up his embarking blade and the single swiping strike bounced up the knife, calling forth the gentle hurricane-like wind that erased traces of the memory clip faster than the blink of an eye.

The clash of the sword from Samuro in the past also smoothly sent Hatoshi back into the present time, freeing the joyful grin on his lips. A joyful grin he marked into the sight of his close partner who heartily replied to him with a closed-lips smile.

"Yeah…thanks for reminding me of that memory," Hatoshi mumbled thankfully before he tilted his head shortly and continued. "To be honest, I'm very scared….and even afraid of dying."

"But….the only thing that I'm thinking back then was I…rather die protecting her than just watched being murdered by that guy or even running away from the scene," Hatoshi added, biting his anxious lips that ended his smirk.

The schoolboy heavily sighed and uttered with grasping traces of relief, "Luckily, I got…some convenience rescue from Samuro, and …I'm still very grateful that I'm still to this day because of him.

"I also wished…to one day repaying his deb, but he already passed away," Hatoshi said with a bitter tone.

Yuna cheerfully giggled and let out the encouraging reminder. "You…already did repay his debt by protecting this city and the entire world too."

"Maybe, you're…quite right about that," Hatoshi remarked, grasping the comfort and clean refreshment within his mind after capturing every encouraging word from his close partner. "Thank you, Yuna, and I hope that reminder could help me solve this problem…hehe."

The joyful conversation between the high schoolers ended with a resounding cough on the back that went into their ears. They hastily turned around and witnessed Satoru blissfully closing his lips before he exhaled the bothersome air, glancing his sight onto the left as he caught an intrigued thing.

"Sorry for interrupting your time together, I think I just found a hero who might share a similar problem….like you." Satoru shared the information with flaring enthusiasm, pointing his finger to the left.

Hatoshi widened his impressed gaze and replied with a gladful tone, "Sounds…quite interesting I guess hehe."

Afterward, both Hatoshi and Yuna trailed on the back of their glasses friend who directed them in the direction of the intrigued thing in the front left. One intriguing object was none other than another holographic projection of the retired hero, occupying the spot on the end edge of the left presentation hallway.

A man wearing a tight-orange suit with a metal frame on both the shoulder and kneecaps alongside an embarking azure-blue atomic symbol on the middle of his chest became the center of attention for the high schoolers' eyes. Trio high schoolers who recently arrived, glossing over either the left side holographic pictures or the right side revealing the wall of text.

The crystal-clear holographic text in the middle that said, "Tarokama District Incident" raised his surprised eyes within Hatoshi especially when he skimmed the content of the text. He even crossed both of his arms and slightly pushed closed his observative stare in order to get a legible reading of the text.

An astoundment covered his widened eyes and convinced him on exhaling a gasp, retrieving his observative stare back. Then, Hatoshi shared his astounded gaze toward his glasses friend, readying himself on declaring his statement after glancing at the sentence said, "Raytom made his spectacular return after facing the horrible incident in just three days as if the tragedy never happen."

"So you wanted to show that the Raytom guy have a worse incident than me, but he came back quickly?" Hatoshi guessed.

Satoru nodded and replied, "Yup…indeed. I could say was indeed one of the most consistent heroes ever.

"This guy could just move on even from the incident that killed hundreds of people just only as if he just a silly bad luck." Satoru complimented, flooding his voice in enthrallment.

"I see and I had a question regarding this, how did he do that?" Hatoshi countered, twitching one of his eyes with a bemused demeanor.

"He either discussed the problem with his core family or simply saw an ongoing crime scene based on some rumors," Satoru explained, exhaling the skeptical breath away before assuring his point by heaving his opened palm shortly. "The last point may be odd even for me, but if it works for him, that means you could too, Hatoshi."

"I don't think seeing an ongoing crime scene was the only way of Raytom returning in the Superhero scene," Yuna argued, biting her lips with her raising a puzzling furrow centered toward the glasses high schooler.

"Depends at…the end of the day, Yuna." Satoru replied, scratching the top of his air, and uttered a suggestion. "At…least he should try that method too."

Hatoshi hastily bowed his head and pinched his chin wondering about the suitable decision on the provided two choices. Two choices of awakening his heroic identity were either sharing his secret with the entire members of his core family or witnessing an ongoing crime scene.

Eventually, he exhaled a soothing-relieved air away with his mind already confidently grasped the decision by resting his pinching hand and turning around onto his other two friends. The smirk of assertiveness shimmered through Hatoshi's lips, allowing Yuna and Satoru to glare in a little bit of surprise.

"Well…about that, I chose the second option, seeing the ongoing news if there is a crime scene," Hatoshi answered in a rigid demeanor. "However, if that plant didn't work…..I might go to the first option."

Hatoshi reluctantly gasped and murmured, "Something I prefer not do it….because I don't want them to be concerned about me being a Superhero."

"It's okay, Hatoshi," Yuna assured with a calm tone and blissfully giggle.

Satoru shrugged off, "I can only hope the second option will work since it's the easier choice for me…at least."

"Well…we just have to see it whether it's working or not," Hatoshi replied assertively.

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