Being the King of Dharma in Ultra World

Chapter 717: Cooperation between Ultraman and Death

Yan Yuan and Kurosaki Isshin were chatting and the topic turned to how to educate their children.

Of course, Yan Yuan didn't have many children, but that didn't affect his deep feelings about this kind of thing.

"Parents must be able to see the potential of their children's education. It would be a waste if a writer who could win the Naoki Prize in the future was trained to be an ordinary car mechanic."

Kurosaki Isshin shared the same sentiment: "It is inevitable that a general will die on the battlefield. Having said that, the general has also won glory both during his lifetime and after his death. In this way, even if he dies, his life will not be in vain."

Yan Yuan nodded, recalled his life, and changed the content, and it became like this when he spoke it out.

"Soon after I was born, my father discovered that I had a great talent as a chef. When he found out, he started training me like crazy. Many times, I felt like I was dying of exhaustion. Later, I was locked in a small dark room, not seeing anyone every day. I just studied cooking and recipes. This lasted for more than three years."

"With talent, hard work, and a little bit of luck, I have become a one-in-a-million cooking god. I can finally choose my own life. Now looking back, all the hardships I have experienced are a thing of the past. I will no longer feel pain. The road ahead is a broad road, allowing me to be free and unrestrained. Even if I am just an ordinary snack shop owner, I can still be happy."

What could be freer than the mystery?
In the past, I had fought desperately, suppressed my own improvement speed, and faced countless times of self-explosion, feeling the intense pain of every part of my body being shattered into pieces. All those pains are now a thing of the past. Now that I have become a mysterious Ao, I finally feel the freedom of Zhuangzi's carefree wandering.

Hearing Yan Yuan's words, Heisaki Isshin was also filled with emotion.

He thought to himself that he had a talent for fighting since he was a child, and he had been training very hard all the time. He didn't even feel much happiness when he was a child. After he became the head of the family, his tasks became more and more arduous. It was not until he became the captain of the Tenth Division that he shamelessly handed over all the work to other team members that he felt a little more relaxed.

“It’s not easy for everyone.”

After sighing, Kurosaki Isshin thought of Kurosaki Masaki again.

If I hadn't become the captain of the 10th Division and hadn't come to the human world, I wouldn't have been able to meet Masaki.

So he also agreed with Yan Yuan's opinion.

“It is true that only after going through countless hardships can one be qualified to choose the life he or she wants.”

His eyes fell on the place where the spiritual pressure exploded in the distance. He knew that it was Ichigo who took action. He knew it when Ichigo suddenly turned into a god of death. Whether he was willing to face it or not, he could not avoid it. In this case, it would be better to train Ichigo well so that he could go on safely.

"It's all up to us, we're just luckier."

The two uncles hit it off immediately when they met, but Ichigo Kurosaki almost collapsed over there.

What did he see?
I saw my mother!

This time, Ichigo Kurosaki burst out with super-powerful strength, which suddenly reminded Grand Fisher of his grudge against him.

This is a pervert. He has a clear memory of how Kurosaki Masaki desperately protected Kurosaki Ichigo back then. So after learning that such a powerful Shinigami had this possible handle, he decisively and shamelessly used his mimicry ability to create the appearance of Kurosaki Masaki.

Now Ichigo Kurosaki looked at his mother. Although he knew it was fake, he couldn't swing the sword no matter what.

At this moment, Hayata Shintaro, who was chatting with the soul pretending to be Kurosaki Ichigo, suddenly felt that something was wrong. He used energy to attach to his eyes, and his eyes turned golden.

So in his sight, there was an area in the distance filled with a strong black aura.

"Evil ghost?"

He said to the soul beside him: "Ichigo, I'm going to the bathroom first and will be back soon."

When he heard that he was leaving, Hun was so excited that he almost couldn't control his expression. After calming down for a while, Hun nodded solemnly.
"Well, you go."

After Hayata Shintaro left, Soul heaved a sigh of relief, his frown relaxed, and he complained

"Ichigo, doesn't it really get tiring to frown all the time?"

"I feel like my eyebrows are about to cramp."

Massage the area between your eyebrows like crazy.

On the other side, Grand Fisher watched Kurosaki Ichigo give up resistance, and with a wicked grin on his face, he released countless tentacles like steel needles, trying to stab Kurosaki Ichigo to death.

But at this moment, a burst of golden light descended from the sky, forcibly cutting off the countless tentacles that had flown halfway, and at the same time smashed a not-so-big hole on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ichigo Kurosaki looked at the person in front of him with surprise.

"Shintaro?"

Hayata Shintaro also laughed and said, "Ichigo, it seems that you also have an incredible secret!"

"This is an evil ghost, right? So, are you actually the legendary monk?"

It was no longer possible to hide it, so Ichigo Kurosaki decided not to conceal it any longer.

"It's not a monk, it's the god of death. The monster in front of me is not an evil ghost, but a hollow."

"But it's no different from the evil ghost you mentioned."

Grand Fisher looked at Hayata Shintaro and felt that he was emitting golden light, which made him feel uncomfortable. He asked

"Boy, who are you!"

Hayata Shintaro curled his lips and stood up straight.
"I inherited Ultraman's genes, and after countless battles, I have honed my skills. I, Hayata Shintaro, am the descendant of Ultraman!"

Descendants of Ultraman?

Hearing this, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly realized something: "So what's going on?"

Shintaro Hayata: "I'm sorry I kept it a secret from you. After all, even I don't want to be seen as a freak. But you guessed it right. My father Shin Hayata is the Ultraman who protected the Earth from countless giant monsters!"

Although Ichigo Kurosaki doesn't have a deep understanding of these things, the name of Ultraman still gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

Opposite him is Grand Fisher, who is now confused. He just came out to find food, and it would be fine if he met the god of death, but now even the descendants of Ultraman have come.

Am I really a match for Ultraman?
Thinking back to those legends, he was like a powerful person who could easily raze mountains to the ground. I shouldn't be able to defeat such a powerful person, right?

But then again, I am weak. Apart from the God of Death who is also a soul, is there anyone else who can hurt me?

It was the Spacium ray that told it the answer.

When Grand Fisher saw Hayata Shintaro raise his hands, he was still wondering how he was going to hit him from such a distance, and then he saw him cross his hands in front of him.

The bright light seemed like a comet streaking across the sky, or like a torrent roaring out against a huge rock.

"boom!!!"

Grand Fisher had absolutely no courage to resist. The moment he saw the Specium light appear, he didn't dare to gamble and immediately turned around to dodge.

But he was still a beat too slow, and was hit by the Spacium beam, instantly blowing off a large piece of his flesh and blood.

"what!!!"

The intense pain was transmitted to his mind almost without any delay. He couldn't help but cry out in pain, while desperately trying to block the mimicked Kurosaki Masaki in front of himself.

"You are a friend of that Death God Kurosaki Ichigo, right? This is his mother. Don't you care even if I kill her?"

After hearing this, Hayata Shintaro really didn't know what to do, so he turned and looked at Kurosaki Ichigo.

"Ichigo, is that true?"

Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head: "It's just a mimic bait, don't be fooled by him."

When Grand Fisher heard what Kurosaki Ichigo said, he quickly argued.
"I didn't devour it completely. I left a little bit of all the souls as a memorial. This is your mother's last soul! Do you really want to erase the last trace of your mother's existence?"

Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes were full of struggle. Seeing this, Shintaro Hayata couldn't help but cursed: "You are such a despicable guy!"

Grand Fisher laughed when he saw that Hayata Shintaro had no intention of taking action.

"Despicable? If I can survive by being despicable, why should I talk about so-called morality?"

"The soul of an Ultraman's descendant is a rare item. I don't know what it looks like!"

Just as he finished saying this, Kurosaki Ichigo's spiritual pressure surged, he stomped the ground hard, and then his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already jumped above Grand Fisher's head.

This frightened Grand Fisher, and he quickly lifted up the mimic Kurosaki Masaki, wanting to use it to block Kurosaki Ichigo's Zanpakutō.

But at this moment, a flaw appeared on his front. Hayata Shintaro did not waste this opportunity. He quickly used an Eight-Point Light Wheel, which cut through the air and with a "puff" sound, cut his mask and him into two pieces.

Ichigo Kurosaki in the air also stopped his sword at the last moment, and then landed steadily on the ground. The tears that had been held back for many years dripped uncontrollably to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"I'm sorry, Mom..."

“I’m sorry, Mom!!!”

At this time, Kurosaki Masaki, who was supposed to be just a mimic, also hugged Kurosaki Ichigo.

"Mom's little Ichigo has grown up too."

After leaving this sentence, the mimicry disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Shintaro Hayata was also shocked when he saw this scene.

Perhaps Grand Fisher was right. Ichigo Kurosaki's mother did not completely disappear, but survived in another form and hugged her child in the end.

Hei Qi Yi Xin, who was chatting with Yan Yuan in the distance, looked in this direction with an unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

"Masaki."

He felt the last spiritual power of Kurosaki Masaki, and all kinds of memories flooded into his mind. Tears almost flowed from his eyes, but he was no longer the man he was back then. He was now the pillar of a family. He wiped away the tears that were about to flow.

"We haven't seen each other for many years. You just came out and saved our child again?"

Yan Yuan: "Hmm? Brother Heisaki, is there sand in your eyes?"

Kurosaki Isshin also smiled and said, "This place is just more windy and sandy."

Yan Yuan nodded: "The environment here is actually quite good, but the wind is a bit strong sometimes."

"There will always be countless people who shed tears at the graves of their ancestors, but we are all men. No matter how sentimental we are, we still have to walk the path we should walk. A few tears shed by the wind and sand can be regarded as accidents."

Kurosaki Isshin smiled, thinking that what Boss Yan said was already very respectful.

Yes, the living still have their own way to go, and we must not let down the efforts of our predecessors.

"Masaki, I will protect Ichigo!"

In fact, Yan Yuan roughly understood the situation without even looking, and he also made some slight changes.

Kurosaki Masaki really did leave behind a remnant soul. To other people, that meant that she was hopeless and had turned into a spirit, so they had to give up.

But Yan Yuan is a mysterious person.

In mythology and legends, he is at least at the level of Taoist Hongjun. He can save those whom the Golden Immortal cannot.

It was just a simple rule, and all the souls that should have belonged to Kurosaki Masaki gathered together, turned back to her original appearance, and then were forcibly repatriated by Yan Yuan and sent back to the Soul Society where the souls should go.

Let's give Ichigo Kurosaki a surprise after he goes to Soul Society.

"Mystic Ao is really too strong, too strong!"

Kurosaki Isshin: "Ah? What?"

Yan Yuan: "Nothing, just a casual expression of emotion. You should understand, I am old now, and I don't have much, but a lot of emotion."

Kurosaki Isshin smiled and said, "That's right."

While Yan Yuan and Kurosaki Isshin were expressing their feelings, Kurosaki Ichigo also returned to his body, burying all his previous misconduct deep in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh
"I didn't expect that Ultraman could be passed down as a gene, so are you an alien or an earthling now?"

Shintaro Hayata said firmly: "Of course I feel that I am an Earthling. There are indeed some alien genes in my body, so I am a mixed-race."

"But you, a living person, are now the god of death. So are you dead or alive?"

Kurosaki Ichigo: ∑(O_O；)
"I haven't really thought about your question."

Then he turned to look at the sneaky Kuchiki Rukia hiding in the bushes.
"Don't hide anymore, Shintaro is my friend, not an outsider."

Rukia Kuchiki came out reluctantly and said

"The matter of the God of Death is kept strictly confidential!"

Ichigo Kurosaki: "How can we keep it a secret now that it's already like this?"

Rukia Kuchiki also knew that she could no longer keep the secret, so she looked at Hayata Shintaro curiously for a long time.

"That was a great collaboration. It's hard to imagine that you didn't know the other person had special powers before and this was your first time working together."

Shintaro Hayata said: "Actually, I couldn't see souls before, but Ultraman should be able to see souls. It wasn't until today that I gained the ability to see souls. I think my power has awakened."

"If I were asked to cooperate with you like this in the past, I really wouldn't know where to start."

Rukia Kuchiki also said curiously: "I just looked and it seems that your power is very similar to that of the god of death. You can also extradite these spirits to the Soul Society. Could it be that the profession of god of death also exists in the Ultraman world you mentioned?"

Ichigo Kurosaki and Shintaro Hayata looked at each other, wondering whether Ultraman also needed a profession like the Grim Reaper.

(End of this chapter)