Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The computer screen next to me was filled with vibration wave detection data, and the constantly scrolling strings of abbreviated project names were completely incomprehensible.

Samuel reluctantly scribbled down the data as if it were some unknown symbol, copying it into his notebook. He planned to go back and log into Matsunaga Yoichiro's password to compare it with TLT's data and confirm what they were researching.

Since his energy was also detected as "Alien Beast Vibration Wave" by TLT, it means that what TLT developed might pose a threat to him.

With the technical support of the "visitor," if they create something strange and knock themselves over, that would be hilarious!

TLT and GUYS are two extremes. If they were found on the battlefield, Samuel was quite certain they would drag him into the lab without hesitation.

He's had enough of the lab!

Meanwhile, Samuel discovered in the Night Raid Team A's combat report that the Ultra Warrior named Nexus could create something similar to the Dark Domain, the Meta Domain.

Last time Levia disappeared, my flying kick missed completely; she must have been dragged into Meta Field.

But he couldn't sense the Meta Domain at all that day! On the contrary, entering the Dark Domain was as easy as drinking water for him.

He couldn't wait to get the information from TLT's research institute.

Let's look at the data on "phase folds" to see what Metaspace is all about.

He can't possibly fight alongside Nexus in the future, and if Nexus doesn't drag him in, he can only stand outside doing silly things like counting stars.

Regardless of what others think, Jun Sakuma, the memory police officer who's been working overtime to the point of frustration, will definitely protest vehemently against his act of exposing himself to create witnesses!

As for how to extract the data...

Samuel staked out the research institute for two nights and finally glimpsed the key to unlock some of the institute's data. Jun Sakuma's diary was filled with densely packed, unidentified letters.

Aha, the clumsy method was a huge success.

Jun Sakuma felt that his messy diary had become incredibly valuable, with every page now the color of gold.

He was kicked into the consciousness space and sat silently on the hard ground.

I even felt a little melancholy.

After all, he initially only wanted to be an ordinary policeman, and later he only wanted to be an ordinary policeman who remembered memories.

...Now I just hope that my secret won't be exposed.

Another day passed.

Having had enough fun in Sapporo, Karin kept pestering Jun Sakuma to hurry up and head to Morioka.

"A city of forests and water! I wonder if there are any elf ladies there!"

Looking out from the train, you can see the Ou Mountains in the distance. Morioka is located at the confluence of the Kitakami River, Kasumishi River, and Nakatsu River. It has a developed industrial sector, so the whole city has a unique artificial beauty of steel and brick, characteristic of traditional industrial cities.

Huali seems to have been reading some fantasy stories lately, and she keeps feeling that there are fairy maidens appearing in the damp steel castle after the rain, with withered and twisted tree trunks intertwined into dark shadows, and fairy maidens riding the shadow of unicorns, chanting mysterious and ancient songs in the gaps between trees and steel.

She might be able to touch the unicorn's ethereal, smoky tail.

“The fairy is in the storybook, Karin,” Jun Sakuma shattered his daughter’s fantasy. Before she could pout and ignore him, he added, “We can try the taro soup first, then go see the Ishiwari cherry blossoms. If we have enough time tomorrow, we can go to the handmade village or Torakuji Temple.”

"Can't we go to both places?"

"Then you need to practice writing faster, don't start doodling after doing two problems."

"Oh……"

Upon arriving in Morioka that day, Karin ate two bowls of Morioka cold noodles. Sakuma Jun, worried that she would have indigestion, naturally gave her no taro soup.

Samuel came out, tasted the Morioka jajangmyeon, and then silently shrank back inside.

“This is local cuisine, and you won’t find this authentic once you get back here,” Jun Sakuma advised him. “You ordered it yourself, so you have to finish it!”

"Salty..." Samuel squeezed out the word through his teeth, curling up motionless in his consciousness.

I miss maple syrup pudding.

Why don't roses eat pudding?

Jun Sakuma had no doubt that if there were a nest in there, that guy could bury himself inside like a hermit crab, covering himself up and letting the wind and rain blow on him.

"Honestly, it's not salty at all and tastes pretty good." Jun Sakuma muttered, mixing the noodles more evenly and slurping them up. Karin's gaze was fixed on the side dishes made by the noodle shop.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Mr. Elf

That night, Samuel and Jun Sakuma investigated the second base in Shizukuishi—not for the River of Oblivion, of course, but to see if there were any hidden research institutes or the like.

turn out……

I thought it was already quite a feat to hollow out a cliff by the sea to turn it into a weapons factory, but I never expected that TLT would have the audacity to transform the entire Iwate Mountain into a manufacturing plant.

The upper level was disguised as a ski resort, and the people played around without realizing that several kilometers below their feet had become a lair of molten iron.

"Is that a Chromium Chester?" Jun Sakuma exclaimed, impressed by what he had seen. Half of the wing lay across the workshop, and several workers were walking around it, seemingly checking its integrity.

The workshops were stacked on top of each other, like drawers linked together, with elevators going up and down. The workers probably didn't even know what they were making, because Jun Sakuma saw a banner hanging in the factory that read "FJ-31".

The FJ-31 is a new type of military fighter jet that has been heavily publicized in the news.

This workshop displays the skin of the FJ-31, but it actually produces the skeleton of the Chrome Chester.

However, they obviously couldn't achieve mass production of the Chromium Chester; more of their production capacity was used for manufacturing replacement parts, presumably for the Night Raiders' routine maintenance.

“It would be terrible if this place were destroyed by alien beasts,” Jun Sakuma clicked his tongue. “Leaving aside the size of the area, there are so many workers in this factory.”

"The password."

"...No, the whole page is almost full and it's still not enough? I want to live a few more years. If I get investigated, even if I run to Antarctica, they'll just chisel through the glacier and dig me out, right?"

“I need access to the warning system for the Alien Beast vibration waves,” Samuel said. “My perception isn’t at the level where it normally covers half of the island.”

“I see,” Jun Sakuma nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized, “So, in the future, when I ‘work overtime’ in the middle of the night, it might not just be to fight the alien beasts at the Third Base?!”

"Yes, the night raid teams at other bases don't have Ultra Warriors to assist them, so they have to go if there's any danger."

The policeman's pupils trembled.

“Samuel…” Jun Sakuma began with difficulty, “I’m already a middle-aged man who needs to take care of my health.”

"Huh? You're already dead."

Watch your words! Didn't you save me?!

……

A hotel in Morioka.

Huali rolled over, one foot dangling outside, and finally felt a little cooler before drifting into a deeper sleep.

The obsidian-like object gleamed faintly with a silvery light beside her pillow.

The wind lifted the gauze curtains, and the streetlights, mixed with the moonlight, cast the semi-transparent shadows of the curtains onto the ground.

The translucent shadow was instantly covered by a black shadow, and a hooded, cloaked figure appeared like a ghost outside the window.

A dim light flowed over his body like water, and the person walked through the half-open window to the bedside.

“This stone…” The man in the black cloak reached out to pick it up, but his fingers were burned by a sudden burst of silver light.

"Chichi-"

Karin was awakened by the sudden sound, her half-open, hazy eyes looking at the black cloak that blocked the moonlight.

The man in the black cloak retracted his charred fingers and looked at the awakened girl.

"Who are you?" Huali asked him, and surprisingly, she did not show any fear.

The man in the black cloak remained silent for a moment, then slowly pulled down his hood.

Huali slightly opened her mouth and curiously stretched her neck.

"The Elf...sir?" she asked. "The Elf sir of the Kingdom of Tatland? Are you looking for Princess Arya or Witch Mag?"

The person under the hood had pale hair, which was bathed in a soft glow by the moonlight. The face was very young, and most strangely, the person had ear fins like sea fish, which were tucked into the hair like small fans.

Similar to the description of elves in the storybook, Karin only paused for a moment, wondering "Why not Miss Elf?" before being captivated by the other's blue eyes.

"It's so beautiful, just like the ocean!"

"Hmm...it's okay, it's still very beautiful, like the ocean."

"Mr. Elf" subtly took a half step back: "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?"

"My dad is a policeman, he catches bad guys!" Huali perked up, but she kept her voice down. She made a "shh" gesture to make the other person speak softly: "My dad is afraid I'll get up in the middle of the night to watch TV, so he's still on the phone."

"Mr. Elf" nodded: "You can call me 'Monk'."

Huali sighed, "Is Mr. Elf religious?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"Then..." Huali opened her bright eyes and asked, "What does the 'cultivator' want with me? Are we going to search for the Dragon King's treasure tonight?"

The monk smiled. Perhaps it's because good-looking people have an infectious smile? Huali unconsciously smiled along with him.

“What a bold brat,” the monk said, shaking his black cloak. When he reached out his hand again, a rather exquisite stone sculpture lay in his palm.

"For me?" After receiving an affirmative answer, Huali carefully took the stone carving.

It was a completely grayish color and looked unremarkable at first glance.

But if you look closely by the moonlight, you can see the fine, dark patterns carved on it. Huali gently stroked the dark patterns that would be missed if you didn't look carefully, and found that they seemed to be the shape of flames rolling.

The entire stone carving is oval-shaped, like a large pebble. It is the perfect size to hold in an adult's palm, but in rosewood, it would require both hands to hold it.