A/N: GUESS WHO IS BACK! After so long, I am finally back! Thank God! You guys have no idea how things have been for me. Work, college, life, all that has been keeping me occupied (Including the games Monster Hunter World and Sword Art Online: Fatal Bullet). Things have been stressful on those three fronts (Except the games) and believe me, it is tough finding time to relax since I work almost the entire week. But hey, it helps me with my life and pays my bills. So, I finally managed to use this opportunity to do something to show my return! This story. I know some of you are wonder, 'What about your other stories? When will they be updated? Can you really update each one?' and don't worry, I plan to update them very soon and multitasking is something I do on my job. My internet had to be restored but I managed to make a lot of chapters on my app to provide myself a head start to complete them. And now, with this, I want to say that I am back and hopefully I will have time to update my other stories. Thank god I also got my internet back (And not having to use my phone constantly as a hotspot for the internet). So again, thank you all and here you all go, a new story as a sign of my return.

Henshin!

'Thought'

"Ganma"

Myths, legends, many stories were told about historical people and entities. However, even myths hold the truth in reality. Demons, Heroes, Gods, and humans. Existing for many years the factions thrive the Demons and Heroes in a war with each other in the past.

With the war at an end, a truce formed between the Heroes and Demons of both realms. Years of change and adjustments to the realms, both humans, and demons.

Until now...

A new faction has entered the conflict in the shadows, fighting for a goal. Nobody knows what or who they are, only seen as an invisible force that seeks destruction. Searching for something very important as they leave behind a trail of death.

Yet someone has been following them.

A seeker, a warrior, a phantom of the night. A rider who has followed them throughout the world.

This is a new legend.

The legend of a hero and his testaments that will test him and the sins he will bear.

His name is…

Specter

A Specter's Testament

Chapter 1: Kakugo! A Specter's appearance!

"Wake up! Wake up!" A childish voice shouted.

"Mmmm…." A voice moaned in despair, moving around on the bed to get sleep.

"I said wake up! Don't make me use the air horn again!"

"Okay… okay, I'm up!" The teen waved his hand.

Groaning, the teen slowly sat up and moves the blanket aside, revealing a young man with short hair was both slightly messy and slightly spiked while being a black color. His skin was a medium light ivory color, his eyes being a dark brown color. He was wearing a black v-neck shirt and black pajama pants that cover his feet.

Raising his head, he saw a small, light orange body hovering. Over its body was what looked like a white cape, and it seemed to have just a giant eye with some orange for the iris. It also looked like a ghost.

"Honestly, Yurusen? Do you always have to wake me up this early…" he rubs his eye tiredly. He honestly hated when Yurusen had to be the one to wake him up. Memories of the small ghost using a gong or an airhorn just to wake him up flashed in his mind.

The now named ghost crossed his little arms, "Don't blame me, buster! Besides, you have school today!"

"Fine…"

"Good! Hope you're gonna enjoy the new school semester, Enrique."

Enrique was his name. He was 17 years old and today was the start of the new school semester for him. It has been two years since he moved here. Living in the city of Tokyo, he was already adjusted to the lifestyle. Asides from this, Yurusen was his companion, considered part of the family for a long time.

"Alright, alright…" he hops off the bed before planting his palms on the floor before beginning his morning routine of exercises. The routine was set in his own brain, reminding him of the usual routines to do in the mornings. Like clockwork.

Each set of exercises ends with 50.

Yurusen would always sit on his back, knees, or shoulder throughout his exercises. That being said, the spirit was reading the morning papers as he sat on the teen's knee, searching for anything new or interesting.

Each rep was counted in his mind, each set changes every time it reaches 50.

"47… 48… 49… 50." He counted each rep before stopping at 50, finally finished with his morning exercises.

Finished with his morning routine, he decided to take a needed morning shower. After he was done, he uses a towel to dry himself and kept it wrapped around his waist. Sitting on the counter was Yurusen who was reading the daily newspaper.

"Another usual day…"

"Just remember why we are in Tokyo," Yurusen reminded him, folding the newspaper and tucked it under his arm.

"Right, I know…" He replied. "I came here because of them." His tone grew cold remembering the reason he is here.

He then gets ready with his school uniform that was resting on the bed. Putting on the clothes, the uniform consists of black pants that wrap around his legs. Hugging his torso was a white dress shirt underneath the blazer. However, he kept his blazer unbuttoned, revealing a black V-neck shirt that loosely hugs his torso while carrying his school bag.

"Ready to go, Enrique?"

"Everything's set, Yurusen."

"Alright then, don't forget to lock the door on the way out and let's go." With that in mind, the teen left his apartment to start his new school year.

Hijirigazaka Academy.

It was the school he transferred to recently. While he been living in Tokyo for two years to adjust, Yurusen had to make him enroll in a school. How he did it? With Yurusen being a ghost, he can do what any ghost can do but he also knew magic.

Yes, a ghost like Yurusen can do magic.

While he questioned how he can do that, he chose to not ask how he is capable.

"Here we are… the first day of a new school year…" He said, seeing the entire academy.

"Yup." Yurusen agreed, people oblivious to his presence as he floated by Enrique.

"Was it really necessary for me to be in a school? You remember this will prevent me from doing my tasks?"

"It's important for you, Enrique." He retorted. "You're still a teenager, so you need all the knowledge given in the future. Also, people are gonna be less suspicious of you if you acted like a normal person. They'll think you are simply ditching school. You know how strict some schools are for truancy."

"But why would you provide my information?"

"Dude, it was the only way to be enrolled in school. Either that or we won't be able to find out where they are."

The raven-haired American grumbled at his statement. "Fine…"

"Good! Now if you excuse me I got some television shows to watch!" And just like that, Yurusen vanished in a puff of smoke, most likely back at the apartment to watch television again.

"Damn you Yurusen…" he cursed to himself. "He didn't even give me instructions on what to do here."

Grumbling in annoyance, he enters the school gates and glances at his surroundings. He was actually in high school, in another country. Most of the time, he didn't go to schools growing up. He learned from Yurusen while traveling around the world. Each stop was only for a short time. But here, it seems he has been here for quite a while. Hopefully, he will find them and get answers.

"Which class am I even supposed to go anyway?" He said. Damn Yurusen for not providing some help. Him and his hobbies. Being in Japan, that little spirit gained an interest in television they have here, more specifically anime. Sometimes, he brings it with him via a device he hides in that cape of his. How does he even carry that much stuff anyway? Then again, he is a ghost.

With no clue what to do, he decided to head to the staff room first. When he told them at the door that he was the new transfer student, he was told to wait for a bit in the waiting room next door. He sighed heavily, leaning his head against the wall as he waited.

"Are you a new student here?" A teacher asked Enrique, making him turn around to see who called.

The person was a normal-looking man with dark-brown hair and gray eyes. He was wearing a white collared shirt and black pants.

"Y-Yes sir, My name's Enrique Alderete. I've recently transferred here."

"Nice to meet you, Enrique. My name's Sakazaki Mamoru, one of the teachers in the school. What seems to be the matter?"

"Nice to meet you too sir. If I may ask, which class am I supposed to go?" He asked the teacher.

"Hmm… recalling your name, I think you're in class 2-3. It's right on the second floor. I do apologize if your homeroom teacher was unable to meet you." He answered. "Hope you enjoy your time here."

"Thank you very much, sir." Enrique thanked before going to his supposed class to start his first day. Traveling across the halls of the new school, he ascends the stairs to the second floor and searches for Room 2-3.

Once he arrives at the class, he is noticed by the homeroom teacher.

"You must be the new transfer student. I am sorry for the wait." The teacher realized.

"It's alright," Enrique replied.

With that said, he followed the teacher into the classroom as he stood in front of the blackboard.

"Okay, as you can see, we have a transfer student. Please introduce yourself to the class."

The American faces the class, "The name's Enrique… please to meet you…"

"Take a seat by the desk that is by the window."

He nodded before walking over to the empty desk and took his seat. Asides from this, he was practically a gaijin in the school since he is a foreigner.

"Alright, let's start today's class." He then begins the class for the day.

The class finally ended for the foreigner, a sense of relief washing over. He thought the class would never end.

He then grabs his bag in order to get himself ready for the next class. As soon he reaches the door, one of the teachers suddenly called him.

"Enrique, do you have a moment?"

"What is it, sir?" Although he mentally felt annoyed. He thought he was going to have some relaxation from class. School really can be boring at times.

"Could you go to the infirmary for a while? It's about your current condition."

"I see…" He had a good guess Yurusen put that information into the student file…. While he wanted to shout at the spirit, he chose to keep it back.

Yurusen knew he often suffers nightmares. It may have made him barely sleep at times, it motivates him.

"I understand," He complied before grabbing his school bag and makes his way to the school infirmary. The school was indeed a large place. It makes him curious what else the school has?

Putting that aside, he lifted his head and noticed the small sign by the door. His Japanese was good thanks to Yurusen.

As Enrique enters the infirmary, he sees a young woman sitting on a chair.

The woman was indeed beautiful in looks and beauty, almost captivating. She has long, hip-length, dark brown hair that had two strands sticking up from the top of her head, bangs hanging down over her forehead, parted in the center with a single lock hanging down between them, falling between her bright, emerald eyes while wearing red, half-frame glasses. Underneath ankle length white lab-like coat was a sleeveless, turtleneck, green sweater with vertical stripes that hugs her voluptuous body nicely. Hugging her lower body is a dark grey miniskirt with a slit up one side, nearly to her waist, and thigh-high dark brown stockings that hug her legs lovingly. On her feet was navy blue high-heeled shoes.

"Is there something I can help you with?" The woman asked with a kind smile.

"Um, I was told to come to the infirmary?" He replied.

"Ah, then you must be the student I was expecting. My name is Hasegawa Chisato."

"My name's Enrique." He replied. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Since you are a new student, I was told about your transfer here and wanted to make sure everything is well. As I always do, I help all of my students in the school," she explained but she noticed his stare. "I also read your student file."

The teen winced a bit. The staff knew his status the moment he was enrolled. A foreign exchange student but at the same time, living alone most of his life. "Oh…"

"I just want to let you know if you wish to talk about anything, you are always welcome to talk to me, okay?"

"Sure…" If only they knew the real reason why. "If that's all, I shall get going." He turns around and leaves the infirmary.

"You gotta admit, she's very beautiful for someone in her 20s." Enrique's brow twitched, the little spirit appearing on his shoulder with a tablet.

"Can you keep it down, Yurusen…" He whispered. "People can hear you even if you are invisible to others…"

"Come on, you should have felt something. You're in your late teens for crying out loud."

"If you are insinuating myself being a perverted 17 years old, you are dead wrong." He said with annoyance.

"Hey, I didn't mean it in that way! Any man would stare at her beauty." Yurusen raised his tablet in defense. "Besides, when we saw her, I decided to look into some information. Seems she is really popular in the school."

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

"Since you are here, has there been anything involving them?"

Yurusen looks at his tablet, his stubby hand scrolling before tapping the screen and presented a digital news article. "Seems this city has been suffering the 'odd' incidents. Most antique shops have all been trashed and no one saw anything inside that place." He informed.

"Antique shops? Why trash the place?"

"Don't know but from the looks of it, they are looking for something."

"It's them alright…" He frowned heavily, anger dripping in his tone. "Hopefully we will have another lead and take care of it."

"I'm sure we will. For now, let's live a day of relaxation while keeping on eye on anything."

"Sure…" He sighed.

Deep down, he doesn't recall the last time he had the time to relax. Ever since that day, he didn't know how to live the life of a normal person. He may show his personality, but in his soul, it was nothing but pain and anger, having a need to vent out against the ones he has been looking for.

And one day, he will stop them. No matter the cost.

Gym class.

A class that teaches students the opportunity to provide a healthy lifestyle as well as improving their bodies during exercises.

For Enrique, he had no problem with it. One such reason is that of his constant training. He did well in the routine exercises before officially starting the class' assignments.

One of the assignments being running around the track field. He and his classmates were jogging around the track, the teen following the lesson.

It brought up memories of his training. The reason why he trains himself.

All the thoughts and memories allow time to pass by. It felt a way to escape the reality… a sense of peace he longs for.

He stops for a moment. Peace. When was the last time he ever felt that? Days? Months? Years?

Yeah, he may show his personality but to feel peace? That hasn't been felt in a long time… they took it from him.

The sound of the whistle abruptly brought him out of his thoughts.

"Mr. Alderete! Finish the jogging!" He heard the gym teacher shout.

"Sorry, sir!" The American replied before he resumes his jogging. 'One day… One day I will get it all back…'

That mindset drove him. It is what motivated him.

Once gym class ended, he changed back to his uniform and decided to use the small window to relax for a bit before the next class starts.

Making his way through the halls, he decides to walk to the school rooftops to have a clear mind. Nearing the stairs, he accidentally bumps into someone.

"Sorry," The teen noticed the person who bumped into him. While he was wearing the school uniform in a similar manner as he does but the sleeves were rolled up a bit. He is the same height as him, about 5 foot 6 inches with brown hair that is jutting in all directions. His eyes were a light green color and his skin at a similar tone to his own. Oddly, scars were seen on his forearms even a scar under his right eye. Did something happen to him to get those scars?

"It's alright," Enrique replied. "Are you a new student here? I never saw you before."

It was an honest question. He has seen every person in the school and not once he saw the brunette. His best guess, he was transferred to the school after him.

"Hai, I'm Toujou Basara."

"Ah, a first year," He realized. "I'm Enrique, a second year. Nice to meet you."

"A foreigner?"

"I have been living here for a while."

"Onii-chan!" A female voice called out.

They turned around to see a red-haired young woman and almost pink colored iris while wearing the girl's academy uniform.

"Oh, Mio, you're here." Basara noticed her sister.

'Did she call him her brother? They don't look related…' Enrique thought to himself. Could they be adopted?

Mio took notice of Enrique. "Did something happen, onii-chan?"

Basara was about to speak but Enrique beat him to it. "We just bumped into each other… Mio, right?" The raven-haired teen stated.

"My name is Naruse Mio."

'Adopted might be the best guess.' He noted. "The name's Enrique Alderete. A second year." He introduced himself to her with a small smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too senpai."

Senpai. If Yurusen heard that… on second thought, he rather not think about that. Yurusen has been too indulged in the wonders of Japanese anime. He can be annoying at times, even if he is family.

The school bell earned their attention. "Class is about to begin. We should get going, Mio." Basara insisted.

"Alright, Onii-chan." Mio understood. "It was nice meeting you senpai."

"Same here. Take care you two." Enrique gave his parting words as the duo walk in the opposite direction.

Enrique sighed, realizing his moment of relaxation had to wait now.

"Hey, Enrique…"

"Aw shit." Enrique glanced and saw Yurusen. "Please don't tell me you heard the conversation."

"Heard what?"

"Nevermind. What's wrong?"

"That Basara kid… I sensed the power within him… very dangerous…" The ghost answered. "And the girl, Mio… she is giving off an aura of..."

"Of what?"

"A demon."

"A demon? Wait, they exist?"

"Don't you remember what I told you, years back?" Enrique pondered before recalling Yurusen's explanation of the supernatural.

"Oh right…"

"Then you must know, that girl is a demon with human blood. No demon would look that human unless a demon has a large portion of human blood within them. My best guess, probably a half-breed of sorts."

"What about Basara? You mentioned a dangerous power."

"There is something about it… I just can't put a finger on it. And his aura… it's too… confusing."

This gave Enrique a sense of surprise. Yurusen can easily tell who is human and who isn't.

"Maybe we'll find out why soon."

"And another thing."

"What?"

"Senpai eh?" Yurusen snickered. "Bwahahahaha!"

"So you did hear that!?" Enrique barked.

"Uh oh." He quickly bolts.

"Get back here you floating eyeball!" Enrique shouted as he chases after the spirit.

Enrique sighed heavily albeit silently as he listened to the class lecture. After dealing with Yurusen (who should be reeling from a big headache by now), he arrived in class not too long ago.

As of now, he was occupied about what Yurusen told him about Mio and Basara. A demon and an unknown. He never thought to encounter a demon in person. Yurusen may have explained the supernatural, he never met any faction aside from them.

He just hopes they will appear. He wants answers. And he wants payback. They have been sighted in those antique shops for a reason. Why exactly would they go to shops like that anyway? It doesn't make sense.

They are looking for something. Something so important they would trash the stores until they find it. It doesn't add up.

The school bell rang, promptly allowing the teacher to face the students.

"Today's class ends today."

With relief, Enrique follows his classmates outside and towards the school gates, and Yurusen flies to the side of his head.

"Hey Enrique, don't you think we should learn more about that demon girl and boy with scars?" He asked.

"Nah, I don't think it's a good idea to pry into their past," Enrique told Yurusen.

"But even so don't you think it's odd, for a demon to be in a human school," Yurusen told him.

"I guess but even so..." Enrique said while rubbing his head. He already has a lot on his mind right now.

Leaving the school, he was walking on the streets of Tokyo. Two years he was already understanding where to go. He saw himself at the intersection and saw the light was inactive. He sighed.

He just has to wait.

Waiting for the crosswalk light to turn green, the foreigner looks at the sky, seeing how the sun was slowly setting. Times like this… it was the only moment to have a sense of relaxation.

Ever since…

Suddenly, Yurusen floated right in front of him. His eye twitched in annoyance. "Yurusen, what is it?"

"Sorry if I had to interrupt your moment of relaxation but we have a problem!"

The teen's brows furrowed, a corner of his lips curling into a frown. "If it's about Mio and Basara, I am not listening. I told you, we are not prying on their past." With the crosswalk light allowing him to cross the street, he was about to walk.

"But Enrique! They're here! I sense them on the move!" Yurusen said, waving his arms in panic.

Enrique stopped his movements before looking at Yurusen. "Where?" His voice was dripping with venom, anger clearly present in his tone.

After that reunion earlier in his class with one of the classmates who turns out to be someone he knew in the past, Basara had a long day. But aside from this, he and Mio make their way home.

"So, Basara, how was your talk with Yuki?" Mio asked with her eyes narrow.

"Oh it wants well, don't worry about it," Basara said while rubbing his head.

"Is that so?" Mio asked, not buying it.

The walk took time but eventually, they made it home. Opening the door, the two enter the household before a voice calls out to them.

"Mio-sama, Basara-san! Welcome back!" By the couch was a beautiful young girl with long silver hair and purple eyes. She was wearing a dress with white frills underneath the skirt. Around the collar was a keyhole. "Did everything go well on the first day for Basara-san?"

"Something like that."

The loli raised an eyebrow before she shrugged. The first day of schools always can be odd. Going back to her leisure, her eyes drifting to that item again. It keeps getting her curious and wondering why something that old was put in a frame.

"You know, not once I understand that old piece of paper…" Maria said, staring at the old document kept on the frame that hangs above the sofa.

"It was something dad got from a friend," Basara answered, setting his bag down. "Something about being part of history."

"Seriously?"

He shrugged in response. He honestly had no clue what it was exactly and didn't bother to ask his dad. All he knew, it was important to him.

"I'll go start making dinner," Basara said before making his way to the kitchen.

Until the teen sensed something odd. Looking back, he saw nothing. Strange… he swore he heard something.

Basara noticed something off. He glanced at the living room again. He noticed some of the furniture shaking slightly. Something moved them a bit

"Onii-chan, where is-" She stopped as she too took notice. "What the? What's going on?" Mio asked.

Basara shushed that them signaling them to be quiet, which they complied. Once silent, the furniture stopped shaking.

Carefully listening to his surroundings, he heard something behind them. He turned around saw the trash can being levitated in the air, like someone or something is lifting it before it was thrown at them.

"Look out!" Basara pushed his two sisters to the ground, as the trash can passes under them.

"Just what is going on?" Maria asked out loud.

"Come on you two, we need to get away from here!" Basara told them before he and his sisters run.

The brunette quickly noticed the old document before grabbing it knowing the value it holds for his dad. The three run out of the house as a hole formed on the door, as if something stabbed through it.

"Wh-What…" Mio was surprised, taking a step back from the close call. Something actually got into their home and was targeting them.

"Let's go," Basara advised before they run from whatever trespassed their home.

Upon finding themselves at the park, Basara made sure Mio and the silver-haired girl stayed close to him. His guard raised, keeping watching of anything.

"Do you think we lost it?"

"I don't know but we don't know what it is or where it is." The younger girl stated. "None of us can't see whatever is attacking us."

Until something punches onto Maria's head, sending her to the ground while knocking her out.

"Maria!" Mio rushed and checks on her.

Basara then drew out and summons his sword, being on guard for the invisible entity's next attack. It was here. Looking left and right, he saw nothing in his sights.

He needed to focus.

Closing his eyes, he begins to focus on his other senses, and picture the figure in his mind, and senses it running from his back, to his side, and to his front.

Then the figure stops in front of him, and charge at Basara going to attack him...Before Basara opens his eyes, and slashes on the figure's chest, and slashes at it again. He kept on his attack, but the entity then jumps away from Basara to provide distance between the two.

Basara focuses his senses again before he could he saw small footprint cracks onto the ground and saw that it was heading to Mio.

"Look out!" Basara said before he manages to get in between the entity, and Mio, but let the entity attacks him, which sends him to the ground.

Growling in pain, he manages to stand up. He needed to make whatever is attacking them appear. "Mio, Maria, get down!"

They immediately fall to the ground as their brother focused on his sword.

Using his strength to hit whatever was here, Basara quickly swings his sword in a full 360. Luckily, he managed to hit whatever was here, and to the three, they didn't expect it to finally reveal itself under the moonlight.

"What in the…" The three gasped at what they were seeing.

The once invisible entity was finally known to them. It was an ominous humanoid wearing a white hakamashita and bright blue hakama pants, a nodachi in its claws. Its head was connected to the white hakamashita shirt as if it was acting as its skin. Its blue eyes gleaming in the night as its black scarf was around its neck.

It pointed at Basara with its sword, the silver blade gleaming in the moonlight, "Lucky you were to make me appear." It spoke before its blue eyes narrows. "Now, hand me the relic you hold."

"What do you want with it?" He questioned the entity.

"Nothing you humans and demons should know."

This made the three be in caution. It knew that some of them are not human.

"Either you hand it over or the next thing to happen is you three dead on the ground."

"Go ahead and try."

It chuckled darkly before it suddenly turned invisible again. The entity no longer in their sights or footsteps heard from it. As if it was a ghost.

"What the?" Basara is in shock at seeing it disappear. He went on the defensive to this predicament. He was trained to fight demons in the past but whatever he is facing, it is a new race of supernatural. He was lucky he managed to deliver a hit earlier but now, it became unpredictable.

He needed to focus and tread carefully. Whatever it is, it is hostile and the safety of his family is important.

Basara then senses the entity coming at Mio again, but then blocks it attacks, before it jumps away.

The brunette then senses it running behind him, and soon turns around to block its attack. Suddenly he senses it above him, going to attack from above, which made him block its attack, and they were in weapons locked. He gritted, feeling the pressure increasing. It was strong with whatever weapon it was using.

Basara felt an impact to his abdomen, nearly feeling his stomach crushed. Whatever the entity is, it can bring pain and can attack without being seen. The teen attempts to strike where it hit him but the sword didn't cut through anything, only the air.

He felt pain on his back, no doubt the monster attacked him from behind. He swings his blade but again, there was nothing. He couldn't see it at all.

Then the entity continues attacking at Basara at all sides.

Punching him on the cheek, Basara felt the impact which made him slash but felt that he misses. Then the entity attacks him from behind his head, which made him turned around to slashed at it, but it dodges his attack again.

The entity continues attacking at Basara, punching him on both cheeks, kicks him on the back, and then to his leg, and finally uppercuts him to the ground.

Basara slowly tries to get back up, but the entity stomps his foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground. The invisible monster glares down at the human. While he couldn't see it, he could feel its killing intention.

Before the entity could kill Basara to take the antique, the revving engine of a motorcycle soars and hits the creature, smacking it away from the brunette. The motorcycle skids to a halt, the headlights facing them as the teens had to shield their eyes from the light.

It is a deep blue motorcycle but it had two horns on it along with chains embedded in the sides where the engine was.

And someone was on the bike.

The newcomer was wearing a black suit underneath his armor, with the armor being colored black. The blue lines that appeared on his body before were used as decorations for the armor, with the way they were styled and positioned made it them resemble the bones of a person's body. On the chest and back of the armor was the same eye symbol that appeared before, though scaled smaller so it would fit onto the armor. Unlike the blue lines, the eye symbol was glowing yellow.

The hands also had small pieces of armor at the back of the fingers as well as the palm. The knees also had blue knee guards to protect them, with similarly colored bands on the warrior's wrists and ankles. Over his armor was a black hoodie with blue trimmings, with its collar being pull back to reveal blue lining that had black trimmings, seemingly held back in place through the use of silver buttons at the edges. It had black straps extending from its short sleeves and the hood down as well as having belt-like straps on its shoulders and a small coattail reminiscent of a classic ghost tail.

The most menacing feature about the figure was his face. He had a black helmet with a full blue visor with black 'eyes' and 'teeth'. Along with that were two blue devil-like horns that had a silver edge, with a blue gem embedded near the base.

The motorcycle's headlights shining in the dark as the warrior's blue trimmings on his armor and faceplate glow in the darkness.

"What the-?!" Basara didn't expect the newcomer, its mask ominous, the headlight of its bike behind it casting its shadow.

"Specter…. you actually followed us!?"

"Yeah...and continuing what I do after everything you bastards did." His voice sounded distorted, not in a deep tone but enough to make it sound ominous.

The invisible spirit lunge towards 'Specter' but he dodged the attack and punched it with a swift jab to its torso, surprising the three.

He can see them. To the three, they saw small sparks throughout the brawl, even if the dark spirit was invisible to them, the 'Specter' can see them as clear as day. Each clash revealed a glimmer of the monster as if Specter's attacks often make it visible.

"Who… is that?" The silver-haired girl asked.

"I don't know…" The red-haired girl answered.

'Specter' moves his hand over to the odd buckle and from a glowing seal, a weapon flies to his hand and the sound of a gun clicking. He was holding a unique blue rifle with an orange grip, the hilt holding a symbol of an 'eye'. Aiming, he begins to fire at the invisible spirit, the said kaijin using its nodachi to defend itself from the bullets.

Specter growled in irritation, firing relentlessly as a few bullets finally cut through its defenses. The cries of the injured spirit were music to his ears, glad to see it injured. It deserved it. The spirit growled in anger to the predicament. Specter was here and he needed to warn the others of the situation.

"We'll be back, Specter! Just you wait!" The spirit brought up odd eyeballs and tossed them at the masked rider, summoning footsoldiers that were in all black except their blue eyes. Despite the others unable to see, Specter was still able to as the sword spirit fled.

"So it escaped…" He shoots the footsoldiers one by one and he indeed saw it nowhere. "Damn it… and why go after an antique…" He glanced at the three teens who were staring at him.

His faceplate gave an eerie feeling to Mio but Basara seems defensive.

"Who are you?"

The Rider turned around to his motorcycle, ignoring them.

"Oi! Just who-" When Basara attempted to approach, Specter quickly aimed with his rifle.

"Don't." His distorted voice warned. "I don't want to hurt you…"

"Just tell us who you are."

"Only a phantom chasing after those like them." He slowly took a few steps back until he moved onto his motorcycle, the engines purring. "I am Specter." The back wheels unleashed a blue mist as it was shrouding the Rider.

"Wait!" Basara summoned his sword to clear the mist but saw Specter was no longer there like he was never there.

"Just who is he…" He looks at the antique in his hand. "And why was that… thing after it…"

"Basara…?"

"I have a feeling there is something going on, something none of us know… whoever Specter is… he knows something about that invisible thing…"

From afar, Specter was on his motorcycle, looking down at them. He revs the engine before driving away from the scene to prevent himself from being spotted.

As 'Specter' arrives close to an apartment complex, he parks the motorcycle away from prying eyes. Moving off the vehicle, he watches blue flames and chains surrounding it before it vanished in the blink of an eye.

Satisfied, he reaches to his belt and removes the item inside it before closing it.

OYASUMI!

The belt vanished in flames before the armor did the same. Once it dissipated, it revealed the young man from before. The Foreigner. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He had to remind himself why he does this.

He is here to eradicate them.

Walking out of the alley, he walks to his apartment in need of rest. He still wondered why that dark spirit was after Basara. More specifically, wanting the antique he carries. There was something about it he doesn't know.

"Well, at least this is the right city where all the Ganma have been heading to," Yurusen said, appearing on Enrique's shoulder.

"Yeah." His partner agreed. "Now we finally got them where we needed to know."

After so many years, they were finally converging into one location. The city he is in. Something drew them here and it has something to do with the antique.

Approaching the door to his apartment, he inserts the key into the door lock, twisting it to unlock it. Once he opened it, he enters the building. The sound of glass clinking drew his attention.

Someone was in the apartment.

Being careful, the teen slowly walks towards the small kitchen to see who was at the dining table. Just as he was going to pounce, he froze at the sight of the guest who was here.

The man they saw was wearing what seems to be tribal robes with a staff in his hand. His hair was long but was a gray color due to his age.

"Gramps?!" He recognized the man who was taking a sip of tea.

"Ah, Enrique. Good to see you have returned!"

"Hey Sennin!" Yurusen greeted happily.

"W-What are you doing here?!" The teen asked. "It's been too long!"

He hasn't seen the Great Sage in the past 13 years. To see him here now, it was a surprise.

"I came to see how you are doing. I noticed you recently used your power again." The Great Sage replied.

Sennin was someone Enrique knew for a long time since his childhood. He was wise albeit tends to act oddly at times. There was a moment he once saw Sennin in a mailman uniform which befuddled him in the past.

"So you found the Ganma?"

"Yeah," Enrique's fingers dig into his palms, almost drawing blood. "But one of them got away."

"I see." The Sage took a sip of his tea.

The teen licked his lips to regain his breath, remembering what the Ganma tried to do. It was after that antique for a good reason. He needed to ask him.

"I have a question."

"Ask away Enrique."

Taking a deep breath, the foreigner looks at Sennin, his eyes focused and serious. "Gramps, just what are the Ganma after? They are looking for something and one of them targeted Basara due to that antique he owns." Enrique asked. "What is going on here?"

The great sage's mood turned serious. "It seems you have finally learned what they have been doing."

"What exactly?"

"The Eyecons."

"Eyecons?"

"Do you remember the item I gave you to become Specter?" The teen brought the item he took out earlier. "That is an Eyecon."

"An Eyecon?" He looks at the Eyecon. "How does it relate to the antique?"

"Perhaps I should start with what the Eyecons are."

The Great Sage prepared another cup of tea as Enrique and Yurusen took their seats.

"You see, there are other Eyecons out in the world that contains the soul of heroes; people from history all over the world." He explained. "In other words, the Eyecons are the very souls of the legendary heroes. If you collect 15 Eyecons containing the heroic souls, you can do anything you desire with that power." He paused before giving a serious look. "But it won't be easy as it sounds since there are so many Ganma going after the Eyecons as well for that same reason."

"Wait… you are saying if I can gather 15 Eyecons before the Ganma can… Can I make a wish? Any wish?"

"Correct." The elder stood up, taking the last sip from his cup. "Now then, I should get going. I look forward to seeing what you will bring to learning this. See you again soon, Enrique!" And just like that, Sennin left, vanishing through the door.

Yurusen looks at his partner, noticing the American's stare on the Specter Eyecon.

He never thought to learn the orb he holds is called an Eyecon. An item holding the power of the souls. A power that can give him a wish he desires.

A glimmer of hope crossed the teen's features.

Any wish he could think of...

If there are objects related to the historical people, he can manifest the Eyecons and make a wish once he gathers 15 of them. This may his chance to find the peace he has been searching for.

This is where he will finally make his mark. His chance to finally take back everything he lost.

A/N: There you have it, everyone! The first chapter of my newest story. This idea was stuck in my head for quite some time and needed to let this out. I hope you all enjoyed it and if you are wondering about the pairing? I am sure some of you already have assumptions but that will remain a mystery and you will find out based on interactions of the characters. Also for my Amazons story The Wild Omega, it will be put on hold because there was an announcement about an upcoming movie that concludes the Amazons series so until then, it will stay on hold. Oh and to those who don't like this story, then why are you even reading it in the first place? Anyways, don't forget to leave a review, favorite and follow and I will assure you all that I will return again to the next chapter! And I welcome to anyone who wants to help make a Cover image for this too. Stay in the shadows, everyone!