Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Three figures were entrenched here.

"You want to modify Garuberus?"

The bandages on Goroki Shinya's arms were finally removed. He was now sitting on a bluestone, lightly tapping his temple with one hand, ordering the restless Garuberus to stop and wait in place.

The alien beast, resembling a three-headed dog, lowered its massive head, and a person in a black cloak reached out and touched its nose.

The semi-transparent dome protected the three figures inside, and TLT's alien beast vibration wave warning remained calm.

The monk nodded, and with his other hand outstretched, blue, glass-like particles formed in his palm.

Goroki also stared at the increasingly dense mass—he felt an "appetite," his body, or rather Mephistopheles, was craving what the monk held in his palm.

The monk turned his head and chuckled, "It hasn't fully recovered yet, and you look like you're about to devour it raw."

While Goro Mujin could still maintain his sanity, Garuberus, the monk's subordinate, was completely unable to control himself.

Its three heads all have large mouths, and they have begun to secrete thick saliva.

"Alright, alright, here you go eat it." The monk raised the blue ball of light, and Garuberus swallowed it with a flick of his tongue.

As a result, the saliva it secreted changed... The ground was scorched with small pits, and the strong corrosiveness made the cultivators stand a little further away.

"Looks like you've learned something from Lefriya," the monk said with satisfaction. "I'll give you some time to digest it, and then... help me get rid of that human and welcome Lord Samuel back!"

Chapter 41 Cherry Blossoms

"Chun, where are you?"

The woman's voice was faint and distant, sometimes close to my ear, sometimes almost inaudible.

The voice fluctuated wildly, as if someone was playing with a mixing console, turning the original sound into something not much better than an old, poorly maintained vinyl record.

"Where is our Huali? I can't find her."

In the dense forest where mist and foliage intertwine, dark shadows linger in the depths.

Her slender figure would occasionally twist, making her appear like a ghost from a distance.

"Chun, have you seen my parents and brother?" The woman's voice was filled with sobs, "I miss them so much..."

"Why don't they come to see me? Have they forgotten their daughter and sister?"

Jun Sakuma opened his eyes. The cold mist drifted past him, like the fingers of a long-cold corpse, lightly touching his exposed skin.

"cherry?"

The mist surged even more eagerly, coalescing into a pair of women's arms before Jun Sakuma's eyes.

The pale ring was meticulously "carved," and Jun Sakuma immediately recognized the shape of the ring setting—it was the same as the one his wife often wore.

Those hands, formed from condensed mist, gently traced the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, their lingering affection seeping into his body along the cool fabric.

"It's been so long, and you're the only one who comes to see me."

A face with blurred features emerged from the white mist; judging from the outline, it was indeed Sakura Sakuma.

But it had no eyes, no mouth, and its arms were as pale as plaster.

The soft strands of hair were meticulously sculpted, fluttering and cascading, with sideburns like clouds—indeed, like clouds, the ends of the hair blending seamlessly with the mist.

The woman's silhouette leaned forward slightly, revealing just the right amount of her neck.

Sakuma Jun saw that she had no eyeballs, only sunken eye sockets, which should have been a terrifying sight, but for some reason, he was not afraid.

“Your parents and Shota miss you very much,” he said. “You can’t see them because of me.”

惨白

The humanoid figure was "looking" at him.

"Ah...why do you do this?" his wife asked him.

“Because of fear,” Jun Sakuma said, “they will fear the real cause of your death.”

The finger that had been hovering over the corner of his eye moved away, and Jun Sakuma heard his wife's gentle laughter.

"Are they afraid of me, or are you afraid of me?"

Jun Sakuma remained silent.

The person, whose body was slightly tilted as the mist gathered, gently touched her husband's forehead, presumably at the position of her lips.

Immediately afterwards, the mist rose up, and pale arms embraced the only family member she could find.

Jun Sakuma's skin had a creaking, white, frosty coating on the outer layer.

A blurry face came close to his ear, his cheek brushed against it, and his cloud-like hair blurred his vision.

The wife was humming a song softly.

The clouds that day were also so white, the wispy clouds clung together, like unbreakable lotus root threads.

Even if you sing it wrong, we won't part ways.

His cherry blossoms rested on his shoulder, their cheeks brushing against his soft hair, as he jokingly sang, "Okay, then I'll change to another song."

There are no special techniques or breath control involved; it's simply a matter of getting along like this on a park bench.

The water was crystal clear that day. His wife held his arm, half asleep and half awake, humming an off-key tune. Delicate pear blossoms were blown into her hair by the wind.

"Jun, if we have a daughter, shall we name her Karin?"

“Yes, it’s a very nice name,” the husband replied, as the shimmering light reflected the gentle colors of the mother star into their eyes.

The vast white mist was reflected in Jun Sakuma's eyes.

"Chun, I hate it so much," his wife said, contrasting with the cold arm that gently cupped the back of his head.

……

"Jun, Jun?!" A voice approached from afar: "Sakuma Jun!"

"Ah!" The person in the dream suddenly woke up.

“Sleeping soundly,” Samuel, who had somehow returned to the consciousness space, was now calling out to him, “That annoying aura has appeared again. Let’s go beat it up!”

Jun Sakuma then realized that he was still in the car not far from the newspaper office.

He stared at Genrashiro like a voyeur, from morning until afternoon, and probably couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep unconsciously.

...Saya Shudo didn't call to check up on me, did she?!

The time shows 8 PM. Oh no, I must have missed dinner. Is Huali eating milk and bread again?

“Oh, I told Himeya, and he heated up the leftover undercooked omelet rice from last night,” Samuel said. “It should be fully cooked now.”

Jun Sakuma got out of the car and went into an alley without surveillance cameras.

The third base sounded an alarm about the alien beast's vibration wave, and the Night Raid Team quickly donned their equipment and formed ranks amidst the urging sirens.

The hangar opened, and the maintenance crew completed their final equipment checks before leaving the Chromium Chester to the operations team about to launch their attack.

Himeya Jun also sensed the fluctuations in the darkness. He tucked the Evolution Trust into his pocket, hugged his arm which was still bandaged, and prepared to go out.

Karin pushed open the door with a "bang," grabbed her math workbook, and rushed in front of him: "Uncle Himeya, do you have time to teach me how to do these problems?"

【Karin, if your Uncle Himeya wants to go out, just use your homework to keep him occupied.】

【Huh? Dad, didn't you tell me not to bother Uncle Himeya?】

This is the only time an exception can be made.

【oh……】

"Karin, I have something to do. Can I teach you when I get back?" Himeya Jun tried to walk around her, but Karin stepped in front of him and held up the workbook to his face.

"It's due tomorrow, but I've forgotten everything the teacher said in class," Huali's tearful eyes peeked out from under the booklet. "I'm very smart! I can learn anything in no time!"

The Evolution Trustee felt a slight warmth in his arms.

Is he urging himself on?

Himeya Jun said "I'm sorry," picked up Karin and carried her to the side, then strode out of the entrance hall.

Karin tried to grab the hem of his clothes, but couldn't catch up at all.

They could only watch helplessly as Jun Himeya opened the door and disappeared into the night.

“I can’t stop you, Dad… You should just lock the door from the outside before you leave,” Huali said, glancing down at the large blank spaces in her workbook. “I’ve really forgotten everything the teacher taught in class, what am I going to do! I’m going to be punished for making too many mistakes tomorrow, waaaah…”

If you care about the life of the suitable candidate, don't remind them of the fluctuations that occurred when the alien beasts appeared.

The believers in evolution are shining.

[Very good, let him stay here and recover in peace.]

The light came out a little too quickly.

"I'll handle the alien beasts. At this rate of recovery, he'll be back to full health soon."

The crystals twinkled.

[I'm rooting for him, Nexus.]

(...).

They just talked to themselves and thought that "a flash of light means they agreed."