Ultraman: Because I am Gatanothor

Shinjo stood up abruptly, looking at Daigo with utter disappointment.

"I used to treat you so sincerely, but you only did it for yourself, knocking me out every time!"

At this moment, Xincheng exuded a sense of sadness from head to toe.

He carried Daigo on his back, leaving him with a lonely silhouette.

"Daigo, I've always felt that we're the best of brothers. You pursued Rena, and I voluntarily withdrew..."

"Even though you can't fly a plane, I've never refused to help you whenever you came to me..."

"If you want to masturbate, I'll pass on my experience to you..."

He tilted his head back, as if trying to hold back his tears.

"Sigh, I once thought we were the best three musketeers, but you secretly betrayed me, the one who trusted you the most..."

"Daigo, I'm so disappointed in you!"

As he spoke, he walked weakly toward Flying Swallow No. 1.

"New City!"

Daigo panicked. He hadn't been this panicked even when Rena saw him drawing erotic pictures.

But Xincheng wouldn't listen to his explanation and kept walking forward.

His once upright and confident back had become slightly hunched, as if his shoulders had been crushed by his own concealment.

Daigo quickly sat up from the ground and grabbed Shinjo's hand.

She said anxiously, "Xincheng, it's my fault. I shouldn't have kept it from you!"

Xincheng paused briefly, turned her face slightly, and looked at him.

He didn't say anything, but Daigo saw the despair in his eyes.

"New City~" His voice lowered considerably.

My heart felt like it was blocked by a stone, making me extremely anxious.

"Listen to my explanation..."

"Heh... what's there to explain? You can't possibly deny that you knocked me out, can you?" Shinjo chuckled, his figure becoming even more dejected.

"No, I really didn't knock you out!"

This time doesn't count; it was all the work of the Spark Lens!

Holy crap!

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Spark Lens!!

He finally remembered what he had forgotten.

The Spark Lens is still with Masaki Keigo, who is currently in another dimension, and it's unknown whether he's dead or alive.

Shinjo replied in a dejected tone, "You never knocked me out?! You mean, I knocked myself out by running into the car?"

"Daigo, you not only deceived my feelings for you, but you also treated me like an idiot. Do you feel a great sense of accomplishment?"

Hearing Shinjo's disappointed voice, Daigo had no choice but to put the matter of the Spark Lens aside for the time being.

The primary task now is to reassure the new town.

He remained seated on the ground, his hand gripping Xincheng's tightly to prevent him from leaving.

"I didn't, Xincheng, you have to believe me, I never lie!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly shared all his memories of piloting the fighter jet with Shinjo with Shinjo's mind.

Xincheng was also startled, and a slight look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

In his mind, all he could see were images of their plane crash, but from Daigo's perspective.

Each time, he watched helplessly as he made a mistake in maneuvering his fighter jet and was shot down.

He himself did not take any action.

In the scenes of his memory, Daigo was always a certain distance away from him.

Daigo looked at Shinjo, and his expression softened somewhat.

He quickly pressed his advantage, saying, "Do you remember? Every time we piloted the Flying Swallow No. 1, you would be knocked unconscious by a powerful electric shock..."

The implication is that I am not the one who harmed you; someone else, or some other scheme, is responsible for harming you.

Xincheng pursed his lips.

'No, I must make him feel guilty, only then will I see what I want to see!'

At first, he was indeed furious, but as he straddled Daigo and saw Daigo's bewildered and confused expression, his anger gradually subsided.

No matter how he treats me, he will always be my good brother.

They were all people who had learned about each other's strengths and weaknesses in the bathhouse.

After he got up, he naturally realized that his speculation was somewhat wrong.

Daigo is not the kind of person who would do something underhanded to me.

He is so kind.

The fact that he was chosen by the light is the best proof of that.

He had seen Tiga fight to the point of being forced to disappear more than once.

Such a person would never frame or harm themselves.

Moreover, looking back, it seems that every plane crash was caused by my own fault.

Each time he lost consciousness, it was because he was struck by a powerful electric current.

The memories that Daigo shared with him clearly proved this point: he never knocked him unconscious even once!

If he saw those photos, he probably wouldn't think that way.

Therefore, he felt that Daigo had only concealed part of the truth from him.

Everyone has secrets, just like themselves.

Although he was single, who would have thought that he actually had a crush on Maya?

So, after he got up, he immediately pretended to be extremely disappointed, just to further deepen Daigo's sense of guilt.

Daigo stood up, walked to the front of the new city, looked him in the eye, and asked sincerely, "So, you know now, I only hid the fact that I was Ultraman Tiga, I didn't harm you!"

Shinjo turned his head away, not looking at him. He was afraid that if he saw Daigo's eyes, he would be unable to help but look away, thus letting the other party notice something was wrong.

"But you hid the fact that you are Ultraman Tiga from me, that's a fact."

I've never hidden anything from you. Even when I gained superpowers, I subtly warned you that these powers were dangerous!

"But what about you? From the Great Cataclysm until now, you've kept it from me. If I hadn't seen you return to your original form by chance, would you have told me the truth that you are Ultraman Tiga?!"

This time it was Daigo's turn to be silent.

He never imagined that Xincheng would possess superpowers; it was utterly absurd, like his mother divorcing his absurd father.

Xincheng was right; he had never hidden anything from him.

"This is my fault!"

Daigo held Shinjo's shoulder and asked pleadingly, "Shinjo, what can I do to make you forgive me?"

Xincheng was secretly delighted, but he suppressed it firmly.

He lowered his head even further.

We can't afford to give ourselves away at a crucial moment.

"No, from now on, we're done. You can hold your Lina, all lovey-dovey, hugging and lifting her up high."

I only want to grow old alone, and I don't care at all about Horii's teasing.

When you're sick, no one takes you to the doctor; when you die, no one burns incense or cremates you…

Daigo hurriedly moved closer to him and said anxiously, "Shinjo, give me a chance. I didn't have a choice before, but now I just want to mend our relationship!"

"Have you forgotten the happy times we spent together..."

As they talked, Daigo became confused. Had he and Shinjo ever had any happy times together?

It seems like the only thing that left a deep impression was the plane crash!

But to his surprise, he discovered that Shinjo's pupils, which had been unfocused, were slowly becoming focused.

"Happy times?"

Daigo was overjoyed. He didn't care about happy times or not, as long as Shinjo was happy.

"That's right, happy times!"

Xincheng seemed lost in some kind of memory, and his expression finally softened.

At that moment, the three members of the Victory Team also got off the plane.