-London, Agnes Residence-

Sitting in Blair's bedroom, Jack and Lina glanced at their phones. The Terra Radiant looked annoyed, while the Flora Radiant was amused.

"Harper should mind his own business." He spoke harshly.

"He is just setting up a podcast, nothing too big." Lina casually waved it off. "I don't see it as a problem."

"Not when he could potentially reveal our identities."

Lina shrugged. "Doubtful, we will ask the others later." She looked toward Blair lying on her bed, drawing on her tablet. "What do you think, Blair?"

The biracial Greek girl looked up, a deep frown marring her face. "I was careful not to be seen." The dual-eyed girl sounded disappointed. She placed her digital pen down before looking at them. "I... don't want too much attention on me."

"We have attention now. I wonder what the percentage of those who think we are a hoax compared to those who think we aren't. Among people who think we are real, what is the percentage of those who think we are a threat compared to those who think the opposite? It's fascinating."

"Not really." said the bandana-wearing teen.

"We should listen." The crimson-haired girl adjusted her glasses with a smirk. "It could be fun hearing them try to analyze us in every detail... though that would mean our measurements too."

The Shadow Radiant scowled. "Ew, I don't listen to those types of podcasts. Specifically conspiracy theories," Blair said with slight anger. "Lies built on hurting people."

"It may sound like it, but they just talk about supernatural topics.." said the stoic boy. "It's about Bigfoot and Lockness."

"Still not interested. However, I recently started watching Samuel Guyver's channel. I will watch the collaboration, just this once." She gazed at them.

"Sam will be happy to hear you subscribed. Want me to tell him your ID?"

"No, when I meet him, I will tell him." She frowned, feeling apprehensive. "And the rest."

"They're not complete idiots," said Jack. "Half the time, they stray off topic, but they take their training seriously. They took our situations seriously, and they had crap happen to them prior to getting their power."

"Coming from you, that is a compliment." The brown-haired girl said.

The bandanna-wearing teen shrugged. "Regardless, you can trust them when you feel ready to meet them." He glanced out the window. "Selen-ja set a deadline; I guess she is tired of being here."

"That is part of the reason." Blair frowned. "You know I live with Grandma. However, my uncle visited me recently. His job is transferring to America, so he wants me to live with his family while Grandma spends her days in Greece. If I leave without finding the Count, I will die if I try to travel through the invisible barrier in any vehicle." She scowled. "And Selen-ja can't return home. So, at the end of the month... can you and the others help us? I want Selen-ja to be free."

"Acknowledged," Jack said. "Don't be a fool and not count yourself."

"Affirmative," smirked Lina. "We need all eyes around England for the nightwalker."

"Thank you." Blair gleefully nodded.

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-Angelo Residence, Amy's Bedroom, 8 pm-

Sitting before the computer, Amy was communicating on a video call with her older brother Andrew. The older man had a smile on his face while talking to his younger sister.

"I'm glad school is not the same as last year."

"It's only the beginning of the school year. Not much trouble. Robert has stopped bothering me, and there is a mutual agreement between Marissa and I." She giggled. "It's crazy getting ridiculed online can do wonders for someone's reputation. It's sad, but still." She frowned. "I miss Lily, but it is what it is. There is nothing I can do about that."

"Yeah, friends like that are pointless. My roommate, we have a mutual agreement not to eat the food with the other's name and remind each other if we bring company to the dorm room."

The brunette girl nodded. "Glad you labeled your food; I know I would put in more effort to label mine. Write my name with big words."

"I know you would. Maybe you might have a better roommate than me when you go to college. He's alright, but acts stiff sometimes. I swear he has a set schedule and wants to inform him if I go to a concert so he won't smell weed when I return, which I don't do."

"Mom would kill you otherwise."

"I would not put it past her, not after forcing us to watch that video of what happens to people who smoke weed. Makes me want to try it more."

"Andrew!"

"Kidding." He chuckled. "But speaking of concerts, have you asked mom and dad about the J-Pop group you want to see?"

She smiled brightly. "I got the tickets to the J-Pop concert! I sold some of my leather projects to their coworkers.

"That's great! For you and Jake, though. Not interested."

"I'm excited! Dad will take Jake and I downtown. As thanks, I promised to craft leather jackets for them. They declined, but I told them I will." She sighed. "If I had Kevlar to make them bulletproof, it would be perfect."

"Hold off on making bulletproof clothing."

"Never!" She clasped her hands, eyes sparkled with ideas. "I need the right equipment! Hey, what do you think about buying an anvil?"

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"For what?" He dreaded asking.

"To make chestmail."

"... no, not gonna happen. It's fine to invest in your leather projects, but not suits of armor."

"Just chestmail. Come on! My sweet older brother, who I love. Think about it?"

"No, don't try to flatter me, brat. Have you asked mom and dad?"

"You know they will be against it!"

"There is my answer," She folded his arms. "No."

"Fine," she sighed. "I won't. It would be too much of a hassle to pound the steel into chestmail. Put that idea on hold."

"You make me worry."

"Shouldn't that be in reverse?"

"... brat."

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-Saturday, Sept 3rd, Guyver Household, Basement, 11:45 am-

Sam, Christina, Lance, Jamie, and Kyle had moved the equipment to the basement for the live collaboration between J.K.L. and Guyverman. Currently, the live stream has commenced, with introductions completed and revealing the game's title, a superhero game. After some initial conversations, which included a discussion about a Bigfoot sighting, they delved into their main topic of discussion.

"The Sentai Nine." Lance dramatically spoke while smirking at the camera. "Death Melody, lame! That is old news. We are talking about a group of people in multi-colored uniforms. What do we know? As of now, we've got nothing. The pics seem blurred. We can't see their faces, but we can make out that there are nine of them."

"Cute girls in the bunch." Jamie's tone sounded giddy. "Too bad we can't see their faces."

The water warrior scoffed while rolling her eyes. "How do you know? Don't have high expectations."

"Fine, they are all ugly. Happy? Why do you always nag?"

"I don't nag." The violet-eyed girl sent him a Death Glare, which the boy shrunk in response.

Sam snorted. "Brother, let's not talk about how attractive they look. For all we know, they could be listening right now and find out where you live."

Jamie grimaced at the thought. He fearfully replied. "Huh, sorry."

"Ease up, Jamie," Lance smirked. "The real question is, who are they? Are they real? Are they fake? Why are they here? These pictures are blurry, meaning they could be fake. Does that matter to J.K.L.?"

"No!" Jamie shouted. "Fact or Fiction, we will talk about them."

"Sam, what do you think? What is your opinion?"

The wind warrior shrugged. "Those pictures could be a group of people in costumes trying to pull a stunt. What stunt? A movie could be coming out."

"True, it could be a movie promotion." agreed Jamie. "Something in tune with the Ranger series here or Sentai franchise in Japan."

"If they are real, they must have a purpose." said the water warrior.

"Like all those monster attacks," said Lance. "The picture with the six here shows them facing a monster."

"Do we believe those people?" asked Jamie with a serious tone. "This is the only recorded proof we have. People claimed a bird creature was seen at an attorney's party, but the attorney declined the sighting."

Sam and Christina glanced at each other. Tanya informed them of her father, barely remembering what happened. They were rendered unconscious by the monster's screech.

"There were other cases," Jamie casually continued. "But you know the internet always has to overanalyze or be quick to judge. Huh, what is it Kyle?" The silent boy sent a message to him, "Huh, we have a viewer claiming to have seen that dark-clothed girl running around in London. He calls her the Midnight Maiden."

"The Midnight Maiden," Lance exclaimed with an eager and excited tone, snapping his fingers. "Ah! J.K.L. Teamsters, make up names for the other sentai, and we will use them for future podcasts if we talk about them again."

"Oh, someone made up 'Crimson Man' and 'Miss Orange'."

"How about 'King Gray'." smirked the wind warrior.

"Or, 'Miss Cyan'." mused the water warrior. "Appropriate names, please. Anything not appropriate, I will make sure these guys don't post it... or else." She smiled sweetly at J.K.L.

Lance gulped at her smile. "Yes, folks, keep it appropriate. Who knows if they are out there somewhere and won't take to the inappropriate names kindly." Lance leaned forward. "They could be trouble in a good or bad way, so let's be kind." He leaned back. "Who knows, they might be vampires for all we know."

The Two Radiant briefly glanced at each other, wondering how the others were reacting.

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-The Hub, Meeting Room-

Guardian and Jake were sitting at the conference table listening to the podcast.

Javo smiled firmly. "Having aliases should be an honor. Jake, Blaze, Crimson Man. Your name will bring hope and fear to those around you. Let your heart swell with pride. "

"I'd rather it match my element." The fire warrior remarked. "Like 'Burning Blitz'"

"My moniker, 'Multi Blade Maiden of Silence', due to my ability to create stone duplicates and eliminate targets without being seen." said the shinobi. "Once people saw five maidens, they spread the word."

"Having an alias means living up to it." Jin sighed. "It can be cumbersome."

The bird woman nodded. "An alias can make or break how people see you. So don't feel you need one. You already have code names."

The Fire Radiant nodded. "I get it, but what do you think in general? Will more people start believing? I heard Attorney Winfield believes it was a stunt to scare him."

"The mind can play tricks on you." said the physician. "Perhaps the idea of something they considered fiction becoming a reality was too much on them, "

"I think as long as the public see you all as hoaxes or publicity stunts, you all will all be safe." said the blonde canokian. "Focus solely on supernatural threats and not on common criminal acts. Some may believe, but from what I have seen, everyone else remains indifferent unless they are personally affected."

"Or when someone very convincing says otherwise." retorted Reinstar. "If it is similar to the other episodes, they will end the episode ambiguously. Should we worry? I don't believe so. As long as the amount of mana output messes with your current technology, you will be fine."

"If you say so." Jake crossed his arms. "Besides, comparing us to vampires probably made people think we are fake."

"For now, relax." smiled Javo. "Christina and Sam will steer the conversation in a different direction if it gets too heavy."

"Yeah, that's why Christina tagged along." The Fire Warrior stood up. "I heard enough. I have homework and chores to do. I will see you all later."

They all replied their goodbyes as he left. Jake walked through the Living Quarters while thinking about how to handle the chores. His mind wandered to how others thought. He will text them soon. However, he did not have a way to contact Blair except through Jack and Lina. They said she would reach out to them if she needed help. He will have to wait until she reaches them.

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-Sept 5, Rye, England, 11 pm-

A man calmly walked through the small town while carrying his fishing gear. Every second and fourth Saturday, this man would leave early in the morning and walk to the pier to fish. He would stay there until it was late. After it was hours to midnight, he would return home, breathing the crisp air of the night. He loved walking through the town, enjoying nature. He imagined performing the same routine until he lost his mobility.

The man noticed a figure approaching him. It was nothing to worry about, but it was best to be careful. When the person came close, they called out.

"Greetings." spoke the strange pale figure.

"Hi." The man observed the gentlemen across from him. "Are you okay?"

"I am well. I came to this town to get away and to work on a project."

"A project, huh? If it is here, I'm sure you might have results."

"Can you help me?"

The man frowned, feeling uneasy about the strange person. "I'm the wrong person to help."

The figure chuckled, then pulled out a piece of glass. "You can." He placed it on a shop window, where it gave a soft purple glow. "You must."

"Sir," The man took a step back. "I am not qualified for whatever you think you need from me. Leave." The man reached into his pocket for his knife. "Now."

Edgar smiled. "Do you believe that the mirror is the reflection of the soul?"

"Wh-!"

Something from the glass window grabbed the man and pulled him into the window as if it were water.

Edgar chuckled, then looked at himself in the reflection where his other self was. The dark-eyed reflection nodded. A moment later, the fisherman emerged from the window as if nothing happened. However, when he faced the Count, he had the same black eyes.

"Interesting." chuckled the Count. He faced his reflection. "This town is fascinating. It will be slow, but as soon as I have enough, I will transform this town into a small kingdom and become king of two dimensions." He frowned. "But I can't leave because I am stuck here." He snorted. "I will have to negotiate." He smirked. "Regardless, I have plans for them."