Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

They probably discovered the trail of the suitable candidate through surveillance.

TLT is being far too paranoid. Those people don't even need to remember the police's appearance; they've probably already forgotten about the customers themselves.

Scrolling down further, several highlighted figures caught Jun Sakuma's attention.

"Hmm? There are still mission targets to keep track of?" Hiroyuki Misawa had already flipped to their list: "No recent contact has been detected... but they used to have close ties with the compatible individuals..."

Nonomiya Mizuki read aloud, “Neguchi Jinzo and Sakuta Megumi are both from the same newspaper.”

“Himeya Jun,” Sakuma Jun flipped to the photos of the adaptors. A man with a furrowed brow appeared on the screen, his skin dark, clearly someone who was often out and about: “A war photographer?”

“You’re a very capable person. Not just anyone can be a war photographer,” Mizuki Nonomiya said, having memorized the appearance of the key target. “The targets that need to be remembered clearly are scattered. Should we split up and handle them?”

The most senior member, Hiroyuki Misawa, took the initiative to give orders: "Jun, you are in charge of the three targets near coordinate 235, then go to the area near the 7th district, the six people there are yours; Rui, you go to coordinate 548, there are five targets there, clear their memories; I will handle the rest, time is of the essence, everyone move quickly."

Jun Sakuma glanced at the coordinates: "Oh, you've taken on the heaviest burden yourself. I'll help you with the files next time."

Hiroyuki Misawa patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Forget about the files. I'm afraid someone else will forget the progress if I organize them. I'll leave some of the troublesome follow-up tasks to you."

"Those newspaper reporters?"

“Yes, you’ll be in charge of Negoro Jinzo, and Sakuta Megumi…” Misawa Hiroyuki looked at Nonomiya Mizuki.

"Okay, please leave it to me."

After arriving at Zone 8, the group dispersed.

With time running out, there was no time to carefully consider the "crime" method. Jun Sakuma simply used the same method he used to catch criminals back in the day, and broke into a family's house.

"who!"

A flash of white light, and the homeowner who was cleaning the house fell to the ground along with the mop. Jun Sakuma quickly stepped forward to cushion his head.

This house is located near the city outskirts, on the only way to enter the mountains from the west. Perhaps the owner saw the compatible person coming down from the mountain after fighting the alien beast, or more likely, he heard the "strange noises" when the alien beast appeared.

"Their criteria for searching for suitable candidates..." someone who claimed to be catching up on sleep chimed in again.

"What's wrong?" Jun Sakuma helped the homeowner onto the sofa.

Samuel's voice carried a hint of doubt:

Should they have the same injured areas as Ultraman warriors?

“That’s what the intelligence says,” Jun Sakuma muttered to himself, “but I haven’t been injured at all. I just feel like I’m going to lose strength. It’s good that their intelligence is wrong, so I won’t be discovered.”

“No, perhaps Nexus is a special case,” Samuel sat up from the floor. “Logically, injuries sustained in battle should be borne by the Ultra Warriors. The ‘suitable one,’ judging from Jun Himeya’s data, is clearly an Earthling…”

"But the Night Raid team's report didn't find any record of any wounded or suspicious individuals appearing near the battlefield."

“Riko Saida.” Samuel suddenly uttered a name, causing Jun Sakuma to realize what was happening.

Dark Faust was wounded in the right arm by Samuel's lightsaber that day, and the Night Raid team found Riko Saida, who also had a wounded right arm, in the forest that day.

"Chun, recently the Ultra Warriors have been fighting against the Dark Giants and Alien Beasts very frequently."

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Sakuma, realizing the crucial point, had already rushed out the door:

"We need to finish the mission objectives as soon as possible. If Jun Himeya's situation is the same as Riko Saida's, then the constant battles these days will be too much of a burden for him!"

Chapter Thirty: The Patient

Here again.

A gloomy sky and a forest shrouded in thick fog.

It seemed as if the whispers of wandering spirits drifted through the gaps in the branches and leaves. If you walked to the end of the forest, you could see a tall ruin.

This wasn't the first time Jun Himeya had dreamt of this place. While he might have felt bewildered by its mystery at first, he could now face it calmly.

A girl with smooth black hair appeared by the path.

Because of the lack of nutrition due to the war, the girl's raised hand looked somewhat frail. She stood on tiptoe slightly, which made her look more like an undeveloped bamboo shoot.

As in every dream, the girl's innocent eyes remained fixed on him, and she cried out, "Granted!"

Sera might be inviting him to play rock-paper-scissors with her; it would be even more fun if the loser had to fetch water as a penalty.

At that moment, Jun Himeya captured the leaping water droplets and the girl's flowing hair in the shot, as an embellishment to her radiant smile.

This is a rare sight: a young girl who lost both parents has survived in a war-torn country, her face still radiating the beauty of her youth.

Like a graveyard of metal and ruins after the smoke of battle, a small flower quietly blooms in a corner, its tender petals touching every gust of wind that passes by.

He should document it, as a war photographer.

Jun Himeya looked down and realized that what he was holding in his hand was no longer a camera, but an Evolution Trustee.

Yes, war photographers are a thing of the past.

The flowers of a war-torn country have long since withered and turned to mud.

I am now a warrior about to reach the finish line.

Did Sera appear in my dream to invite me to go find her?

……

"Ah! Mr. Horikosa, did you see that?"

The woman holding a round fan suddenly relaxed from her pose, which she had been striking for a while, and leaned on the railing to look towards the mountainside.

"What?" Bao Lucao didn't like being interrupted while he was working. He peeked out from behind the camera with some impatience: "Put it back, Nana, we're still filming."

If he doesn't hurry up with the promotional photos for the hot spring street today, all the subsequent tasks will be disrupted. If he can't submit satisfactory photos by the deadline, he'll lose a large amount of penalty money, and his dream of a happy retirement fishing will be greatly delayed.

Nana is a print model with a carefree personality. The hot spring town is located at a southern latitude; while Hokkaido is still in early spring, here it's already like early summer. Today is particularly hot, and she's already getting impatient with the sun.

Compared to standing around bored and posing with a fake smile, the unknown, like UFOs, is much more interesting.

She decided to search for what she had just seen.

Through the camera, she flashed a standard promotional photo of herself, a beautiful woman making an invitation with a gentle, spring-like smile. The latter immediately snapped away, getting into work mode: "Yes, just like that, keep it up!"

The beauty slipped out of the frame the next second.

The beautiful woman in a kimono held a round fan in her hand. Her steps were made small and delicate by the constraints of her clothing. She raised her hand slightly to maintain her balance and lightly leaped over the photographer's equipment package placed on the grass.

"Mr. Baolucao, I'm going to take a look over there."

A nonchalant voice that completely contradicts the beautiful woman's silhouette.

"What are you doing, Nana! We're still filming!"

The guy carrying the reflector propped up his half-numb legs and watched helplessly as their model disappeared into the mountain path. The photographer chased after him without saying a word, looking like he was going to settle accounts with the model who had gone on strike halfway through the journey.

“Ah…you guys…” Runping thought for a moment and felt that he still couldn’t leave the important equipment here unattended.

With all my colleagues gone, it's the perfect opportunity to slack off!

He leaned the reflector against the railing, walked over to the package, sat down, and grimaced as he rubbed his legs, which felt sore and numb, like two swarms of ants passionately wrestling inside.

On the other side, Qi Xia walked around several tall bushes, kicked away three grasshoppers that jumped to her legs, used her fan to push aside the weeds that were about to get into her hair, and finally saw the "UFO" she was looking for.

"An alien?" She saw a person lying on the ground, and at the person's feet, something that looked like half a stone's pointed tip was sticking out from behind the grass.

Everyone probably fantasized about this when they were young.

My experience: One day, while gazing at the starry sky, mysterious aliens descended in their spaceship in front of me.

Some people think more horrible: they might be arrested, and only after a great struggle can they escape, thus beginning a long and arduous war of resistance.

Some people take a more romantic view: perhaps a beautiful girl with long legs and a slim waist will emerge from the story, claiming to have some special talent and asking them to save her planet, thus beginning a fantastical journey.

When Qi Xia was a child, she had a simple idea: that an alien would give her a learning chip so she could become a top student who could sleep in class but still get first place in exams.

But she never encountered such an alien, so she graduated with poor grades and now makes a living based on her looks.

"Oh, I wish I had met you sooner." Thinking this, she checked to see if the "alien" was still alive.

Behind her came Mr. Baolucao's angry shouts. She took a few steps to block the UFO, which had been partially exposed, and smiled as she watched the photographer glare at her, panting heavily.

"Do you not want to do this job anymore?!" Bao Lucao was furious at her nonchalant attitude. "Is shooting brochures so bad? Even if you look down on this job, at least stop!!"

“Mr. Baolucao, you clearly said last night when you were drunk that you are not the kind of person who takes such photos,” Nanatsu said, turning the fan handle to meet the other’s almost burning gaze and pointing to the guy lying next to her: “Someone is lying here.”

Bao Lu Caoben wanted to pull her back to the filming location, but she pointed out the person in the bushes.

He was dressed quite warmly, wearing such a heavy leather jacket in this weather, and still covered in sweat. Could he have suffered heatstroke?

He stepped forward, turned the person lying face down over to check the situation, and shouted loudly for Runping, who was squatting at the foot of the mountain, to bring water up.

Although they weren't very close, Runping heard him: "Oh! Coming right now!"

Runping, the stagehand, lighting technician, logistics assistant, and senior handyman of the Baolucao photography team, grabbed a water bottle and ran over to them.

When they arrived at the location, Runping discovered that they couldn't get any water to the person, indicating that the person suffering from "heatstroke" was in a very dangerous condition.

After chasing away the grasshoppers jumping on his face, he saw that Bao Lücao had already carried the patient on his back.

"Runping, call an ambulance. Let's go down the mountain and settle him in." At this critical moment, the core members of the photography team demonstrated their role as the backbone.

Qi Xia followed quickly, fanning the person who appeared to be suffering from heatstroke with a small fan.

Runping frantically pulled out the phone and dialed, only to hear a busy signal.

"Mr. Baolucao! I can't make the call!"

Chapter 31 War Photographer (Bonus Chapter 12 for Bounty)