Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

TLT Japan's branch doesn't have the capacity to manage this on its own, and whether the "small sacrifice" will be compensated depends entirely on whether other branches have the capacity to handle it.

This distorted mechanism makes the TLT organization harsh and chaotic. Each department seems to be under the control of other agencies besides TLT's direct superiors, and coordination requires first clearing away all the messy hands reaching in.

Want to quit because you can't stand it? Sure, erase your memory.

What would happen if a person suddenly had most of their memories from the past few years erased in modern society?

As for whether this high-pressure approach will trigger internal turmoil—the tight internal network and the function of monitoring almost the entire society can target both alien beasts and one's own people.

Therefore, most enthusiastic young people who come in will become more and more silent as they work, eventually becoming tireless standard cogs in this huge underground organization.

Hiroyuki Misawa couldn't see the end of this pile of files.

Even Jun Sakuma, who possesses the power of an Ultra Warrior, cannot change this organization that is deeply rooted in the earth and human society on his own: it's like trying to cure a cancer that has spread and become malignant.

The idea of ​​kidnapping a group of high-ranking officials, making them instantly realize their mistakes and become enlightened, and then having them all repent and whitewash themselves to become positive and optimistic, only happens in popcorn movies. As long as the soil remains, evil will continue to breed.

The significance of this organization lies in the backdrop of the rampage caused by alien beasts.

Jun Sakuma realized his limitations in dealing with the alien beasts.

A more important reason:

Eliminating them is not only to protect the people, but also a necessary condition to eradicate or at least transform this distorted institution from its root.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Waiting and Foreshadowing

After chatting with a bunch of workers who were talking incoherently all morning, Jun Sakuma guessed that the person asking the questions didn't even know what he was asking, because he himself didn't know what he remembered.

He handed the record to Hiroyuki Misawa, who was shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere. In the afternoon, he pretended to track down Jinzo Negi, found a bunch of surveillance footage, and then cut out the part of him taking a taxi to the hot spring town that night. He then submitted a report that Jinzo Negi had actually bypassed the combat zone and gone to other places that night, and that he himself might have been misled by the shadow of the man in black near the combat zone.

Shuto Saya ordered him to submit another self-criticism.

I went back to pick up Karin, who was playing at Rina's house, and then rubbed my hands together as I delved into TLT's database to see what targets they had set their sights on this time.

Not long ago, Jun Sakuma submitted his "Fantasy Story" to Jinzo Negoro. Jun Himeya read it and, although he couldn't write, he had a good eye and said that the submission was up to the standard for newspapers to accept.

Therefore, he has been paying close attention to TLT's annotation information on Genrai Jinzo these days. Once it is published, TLT's low-level warning for Genrai Jinzo will definitely change, and at the very least, they will arrange to inquire where the report came from.

However, Shinzo Negi doesn't seem to be making any moves; perhaps he has too many manuscripts piling up and hasn't had a chance to work yet. TLT still keeps his earliest notes, only sending memory police to monitor whether he has any contact with the compatible individuals.

There was obviously no contact between them. He was just an innocent newspaper editor who published articles that were interesting. Besides, the article was in the "Fantasy Story" section, and he knew nothing about it.

Jun Sakuma was prepared to steer the investigation towards the "anonymous contributor" once Jinzo Negi published his report, as Saya Shuto might just hand over the task of investigating the "anonymous contributor" to Jun Sakuma himself.

……

Just as Jun Sakuma and others realized some of TLT's inappropriate practices, Kazuki Komon was also troubled by some of the instructions issued by his superiors.

Whether it's the pursuit of Jun Himeya or the search for the host of the second Titan.

The Night Raid Team has changed its opinion of the Ultra Warriors and now sees them as comrades. However, TLT-J still harbors the idea of ​​analyzing their powers and dragging suitable candidates onto the testing table.

This situation has worsened since the battle of Hot Spring Town. Now, after dealing with the alien beasts, the Night Raid Team often receives orders to join the search team.

The official order from above is to "search for the source of the alien beast's vibration wave," but Kazuki Komon knows perfectly well what his superiors are hoping to find.

He had let Sakuma Jun go last time, and seeing him still remembering his work as a police officer, he was at least relieved. He wondered if he should ask him next time they met if he had seen Himeya-san, and if Himeya-san's injuries had healed.

"Komon! If you're at the shooting range, practice properly. I've seen you spacing out for a long time." Shiori Hiraki had already emptied two magazines, tied her jacket around her waist, and came to the rest area to get a drink of water, her body covered in sweat.

Kazuki Komon was staring blankly at the data he had retrieved from Beregg when she urged him on. The shadows of his recruit training resurfaced in his mind. He turned off the screen, stood up straight, and said in one breath, "Yes, I'll go right away."

“Hmm, you agreed quickly, but…” Shiori Hiraki pointed to his Bereg, “It’s still lit up.”

"Huh?" Kazuki Komon flipped his wrist over and found that the screen was showing static.

The snowflakes flickered for a while, and then a few white characters appeared on them.

Meanwhile, the third base was under a threat of alien beast alerts. The two night raiders stationed at the firing range exchanged a glance and sprinted toward the equipment area.

Four Chromium Chesters formed a formation and headed towards their target location. Kazuki Komon sat aboard the Delta, his mind replaying the characters that had suddenly appeared on the Beregg:

You can't save him a second time.

"Is it Gou Lümu..." Thinking of the people who died in the attack in Alakunai a few days ago, the young team member's eyes sharpened: "I won't let you hurt the civilians again!"

……

Jun Sakuma's residence.

He and Jun Himeya were discussing the content of the report about Alacunai. Samuel was dozing off, leaning against a steaming white porcelain teacup. Although it was as solid as the floor in the consciousness space, it was warm. The little light man rubbed down comfortably.

Suddenly, everyone in the room turned their gaze to the same place, where the night was dark and their eyes seemed to pierce through the lamplight, pointing to something further away.

The drowsiness vanished, and the silver figure darted back into the consciousness space. The controller changed, and Samuel said to Jun Himeya, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, don't push yourself."

Then he glanced at the Evolution Truster that Jun Himeya had taken out.

[Keep an eye on your human form.]

The latter flickered slightly.

Two beams of light appeared and then vanished in an instant.

……

A room with small pom-poms hanging on the doorknob.

"Snapped."

The tip of a pencil, which was accidentally broken, poked a black dot on the notebook.

Huali paused for a moment, then picked up the small house-shaped pencil sharpener, and the shavings fell softly into the semi-transparent box below.

"Mom?" she suddenly said, leaving the unsharpened pencil in the pencil sharpener. She flung open the door, and the pom-pom almost flew out of her hand from her sudden movement.

"Tap, tap..." The cat slippers stopped in front of Jun Sakuma's room.

The door opened.

Electricity

The computer screen was still lit, and the lights were on. The computer screen had been switched to desktop view, and a "low battery" warning was popping up in the lower right corner.

The brightly lit room was empty.

Huali turned and went out, then rushed to the guest room, turned the doorknob with both hands, and slammed the door open with a "whoosh".

It was pitch black inside, with only light filtering in from near the living room. The rosewood shadows stretched long and disappeared into the darkness.

They also couldn't find their father or Uncle Himeya.

The refrigerator was directly opposite her, its metallic paint blurring her silhouette, and all the objects behind her remained still, the only thing in the house untouched by human hands.

"Tick-tock..."

The room was extremely quiet, except for my own breathing and the ticking of the clock.

She turned her head, her gaze sweeping over her blurry reflection before finally settling on the wall clock in the center.

That was the design Mom liked: a brown wooden owl shell, a chubby body, a serious-looking gaze, and a clock face embedded in its belly.

The minute hand rotates one mark and stops at the number "3". Looking outwards from the tip of the minute hand, you can see a small decoration attached to the edge of the clock.

Those are flowers that bloom in any season and at any time, and never fade.

The velvet flowers chosen by Sakura Sakuma.

The night wind whistled past my ears.

Almost instantly, the dark shadows of the distant mountains in Jun Sakuma's eyes transformed into a dense, dark forest.

The color of frost and snow stained the edges of the leaves, and a flock of crows took flight with a "whoosh," fluttering and circling among the branches.

On the mountaintop not far away, the vegetation was relatively sparse, and the rocks were exposed.

The man in the black robe removed his hood, and his pale hair shimmered with vibrant color under the moonlight, making him look less like a clump of withered grass.

The man in the black robe opened his arms.

The dark space stretched out from behind him, encroaching upon and covering the shadows of trees and the chirping of insects. The moonlight was blocked out, and a blurry and huge shadow appeared and disappeared in that darkness.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: When We Meet Again

Demons in mythology have different appearances.

If Komon Kazuki's previous concept of "demon" was nothing more than the bones of a monster and the skin of a beautiful woman, then stories often depicted demons disguised as beautiful women, swaying their waists and flowing hair, their eyes and brows exuding a seductive aura. Once they set their sights on a target, they would use every means at their disposal.

Money, beauty, perhaps even power and health—all things that humanity pursues can serve as bait to tempt and corrupt. And in the end, the demon always reveals its true form, either slain by the hero or escaping justice, with the hero pursuing it on the next journey.

But now he saw the "demon," which had shed its outer garments and revealed its hideous nature to the world.

Yes, the moment Komon Kazuki saw it, the word "demon" came to mind involuntarily. He couldn't find any other word to match this thing that was about fifty meters tall, standing there and casting an even deeper shadow on the already dark night.

It has sharp horns on both sides of its head, like thorns. It has no pupils, only a pair of glowing eyeballs. When it blinks occasionally, that small patch of sky turns dark again when it closes its eyes, and when it opens its eyes, the bright moon shines in the sky.

Perhaps describing it as a bright moon would be too clear; those eyes clearly contained flowing molten lava, so much so that they were covered with a layer of blood. Komon Kazuki couldn't help but think of a sunset several times brighter.

The demon's nostrils spewed breath, the scorching gas quickly turning to cool dew in the dead of night, two white columns appearing and disappearing intermittently. Intuition told him never to drive the Chromium Chester right under its nose, for there, besides the breath that was no less than a small storm, were also interlocking fangs.

Its neck is very broad and thick, covered by powerful muscles. If it were in a human body, it would look like a boxer with trapezius muscles that are as big as bulging rocks. With such well-developed muscles, its ferocious head actually looks a size smaller.

It has two thick bone spikes on its back, while the bone spikes on its tail are thinner—relatively speaking, if Chrome Chester were to be accidentally hit by that tail, the width of the spikes alone would be enough to take up half of the cockpit, turning the operator into a clump of biological tissue.

As the fighter jet flew closer, amidst the shifting light and shadow, he could clearly see the bony carapace encasing its body. In some places, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an exoskeleton. At least, Kazuki Komon had never seen such a chest armor before; it looked more like a "plate armor" formed by fusing together a piece of rib bone.

In the middle of the "plate armor" is a spine-like joint covered with protrusions. If you punch it, the outer shell will probably be fine, but your finger will break first.