Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Huali suddenly became excited, pressing herself tightly against the edge of the light shield, and exclaimed, "It's Daddy who loves to pat my head!"

It turned out that she had noticed something was wrong with "Sakuma Jun" a long time ago. Her father never liked to pat her head like her mother did, because "it would stunt her growth." But at some point, "Dad" seemed to have forgotten about this.

Dad likes to eat salty food, but sometimes he can't resist desserts.

Dad knows he likes dog patterns, but sometimes "Dad" will buy the wrong thing, like a bear balloon.

In addition, he's been spending a lot of time at izakayas lately, and there's also a room with the curtains drawn in a mysterious way.

A bold idea came to Karin's mind at the time—now that bold idea has been shattered.

"Dad, you don't have schizophrenia!"

The plane suddenly plummeted, and Karin burst into laughter, thinking she was on a fun roller coaster: "That was fun! Let's do it again!... By the way, Dad, are you going to be a hero and slay the dragon?"

"Why is the hero a middle-aged man?"

"Dad, did you get the wrong person?" (Touching head)

“For example… we should find someone younger,” Huali leaned even closer, almost pressing her nose against the light shield, her eyes sparkling with tiny stars, hoping to sprout wings and fly to the face of the person of light: “Like… someone like me! Pat on the head, Daddy, let’s make a contract to save the world!”

The arm that was rubbing her head pulled back a little, so that it was now hanging in front of her forehead.

"Snapped!"

"Ugh!"

A crisp and delightful flick on the forehead.

Jun Sakuma showed no sympathy whatsoever for his daughter's tearful eyes: "Read less storybooks, Samuel. When we have time, let's go back and bring her homework out."

Samuel nodded in agreement.

Huali shook her head frantically, refusing to reach a consensus.

"Anyway, I've lost my job and run away," Jun Sakuma said. "I have nowhere to stay, Himeya. Do you have anywhere to go?"

Himeya Jun thought of the house he hadn't been back to in a long time.

"Your house must be surrounded by layers upon layers of 'eyes'."

The other party remained silent. Junichi Sakuma couldn't think of a good place for the time being, so he could only suggest that they first go to a more distant mountain to stay, and then take care of an important matter.

"Important matter?" Himeya Jun asked him.

Samuel had led the group to a fairly flat woodland. After confirming that it wasn't a damp area teeming with poisonous insects, Huali started having a blast, laughing and saying how great it was to skip class.

Sakuma Jun sighed, looked at the cheerful Karin for a while, and said, "My parents died early, and only Sakura's parents and her brother live in our hometown. I don't know where I'll have to go to hide, and I'm afraid they'll worry about me."

Concern can be a source of strength to fight back in dire straits, but it also means the responsibility that must be borne.

Jun Himeya initially pursued the alien beasts alone, never mentioning it to anyone, because he wanted to "avoid involving more people."

He could choose to fight alone, but Jun Sakuma could not.

He has rosewood, relatives living in his hometown, and he occupies an important place in their lives.

Especially Sakura's parents, who placed their longing for Sakura on Jun Sakuma, as he couldn't simply leave.

"Himeya, they won't be able to find this place for a while. Could you please keep an eye on Karin for a bit? I..."

Jun Sakuma pinched his nails until they turned white: "I'll go and take care of...something important."

Chapter 71 Flow On, Sea of ​​Oblivion

Jun Sakuma's hometown is at the foot of Mount Tsurumo.

He met Sakuma Sakura, a classmate, and discovered that they were from the same hometown, which led to their interactions.

After retiring, Sakura's parents returned to their hometown and lived a life of drinking tea, smoking cigarettes, and petting their Shiba Inu all day. Her brother, Shota, took on odd jobs in construction, carrying his tools around during the day and returning home covered in mud at night, washing himself and the Shiba Inu clean.

In the afternoon, the old man, wearing a straw hat, carrying a stool, a fishing rod, and a plastic bucket, swayed back home.

The old lady was busy pressing patterns onto the pastries when she glanced at the swaying plastic bucket and knew that her husband had probably fallen asleep with the fishing rod hanging on the hook again, and hadn't caught anything.

"The fishing rod wasn't dragged down, so the catch was good." Ever since the family bought five or six good fishing rods, the old lady's standards have been getting lower and lower: "Didn't it get sunburned?"

The old man yawned and responded frankly: "Ah... I got a spot in the tent today and slept very well, it was just a bit hot. I need to tell Shota to bring a bottle of plum juice when he passes by my place."

"It'll make you sick of the sourness. You only have a few teeth left, and you're still drinking plum juice." The old lady deftly rolled the pastry into a ball with one hand, and with the other hand, she took a toothpick and pressed it upwards in circles. Her hands were fast and steady, and she could even carve flower patterns with a simple toothpick.

"Then why are you making cakes..." The old man put away his precious fishing rod, slammed the bucket, which was only covered in mud and water, against the wall, and leaned over to watch her carve patterns: "Can you even bite into those glutinous rice gluten?"

"Get out of here, this is for my precious Huali." The old lady pushed him away, telling him not to get in the way and that he should use his time to water the vegetable garden.

"All I care about is the vegetable garden and your precious rosewood," the old man muttered.

"The cabbages are almost ready to be picked. Take good care of them and send them to Chun. I can't let my dear Huali eat refrigerated supermarket food every day."

"Chun is busy, who knows when he'll come over to haul away your tattered vegetable leaves."

The old lady put down her toothpick and glared at him. "A piece of broken vegetable?"

The old man simply tossed the wooden ladle into the bucket, picked it up, and left.

As I stepped out of the courtyard, I suddenly saw two figures walking towards me, arm in arm.

The one covered in mud splatters is Shota; he's probably just finished painting someone's wall again.

And the other...

"Old woman! Old woman!" With an expression more excited than if he had caught a golden carp, the old man threw the bucket on the ground again, the wooden ladle clattering against the bucket's side: "It's Chun! He's back!"

The old lady stopped carving flowers and washing her hands, then rushed out covered in lumps of flour from her apron, waving to the two of them along with the old man.

They look just like two flagpoles that are half-bent and half-bent as they fly in the wind.

Hearing Shota mutter about business and then the old man's enthusiastic call, Jun Sakuma quickly looked up and replied, "Hey—I'm back!"

"Where is my precious rosewood?" the old lady asked.

"She's in class! I happened to be passing by on a field trip, so I came to check on her."

Several people half-dragged, half-carried the rarely seen family member into the house, asking him what kind of fieldwork he was on again, whether he was catching a fugitive in the mountains, and that he should be careful where he stepped, as the mountains were very muddy after the rain, and he should not slip and fall.

Junichi Sakuma responded with a smile. As the old lady talked about the rosewood, the old man asked him if he had time to stay for dinner and if he wanted to eat the fish he had caught.

"You didn't catch a single fish today," the old woman snapped at him.

“I managed to catch one yesterday,” the old man patted his son-in-law, “You’re lucky to have come at the right time, Shota! Go to your uncle’s house in the mountains and get some wine. Hey, let’s have a good drink.”

The Shiba Inu came running over, barking loudly, and stuck out its tongue to lick Sakuma Jun's palm.

"Go away, go away!" the old woman shooed it away, "You're so dirty."

Jun Sakuma didn't care at all. He squatted down and rubbed the Shiba Inu's head, from the top of its head to the tips of its ears, which made the dog purr: "Go wash your hands later... It's been a long time since I've seen you, Gui. You went to play in the mud again? Look at all that fur... Just like Shota."

Shota picked up the dog and said, "I'll take it to get a bath."

"Don't forget the wine."

"Forget about the wine," Jun Sakuma said, ignoring the old man's disapproving look. "I just came to visit; I don't have time for dinner."

“Oh,” the old man let go and slumped onto the soft chair, “Then I’ll drink it myself if I’m happy.”

Shota took off his shirt, which was soaked in chalk dust, and played with the fountain in the backyard with the dog, while the old lady yelled at him from the window to stop wasting water.

Jun Sakuma went to help wash the leftover dishes from lunch in the sink, then came out and said, "I'm going to buy some alcohol."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't keep it?" The older people get, the more childlike they become; the old man is still angry.

"I can't let you down."

The old man watched his son-in-law leave, humming to himself, but the last syllable of his voice rose as he couldn't help but cross one leg and put it on the other knee.

Seeing his smugness, the old lady took out the cushions she usually kept in the cabinet.

The mat has a dark blue background and is embroidered with a meander pattern. It was a piece made by Sakura Sakuma when she was a beginner. In the old lady's eyes, it would be just right for Jun Sakuma to use.

"I'd feel bad if I actually used it," the old man glanced at her.

"It's only painful to give it to you." She said.

The cushions were neatly arranged, and the tablecloth was stretched out with satisfaction.

Jun Sakuma walked slowly on his way to buy alcohol. He had walked this road many times. A few years ago it was a dirt road, but now it has been renovated with cement. But it always leads to the same place - home.

“There’s no TLT around,” Samuel said, extending his senses to search the area, but finding no suspicious figures. “If you want to stay here, I…”

"I can't stay."

“Then I can leave the stone carvings for protection.”

“I’ll have to trouble you with the stone carving, but I’m more afraid that they’ll be troubled by it.”

The former policeman, well-versed in the ways of the world, walked step by step, with the azure sky of his hometown overhead, and in the distance, mountain ridges and wheat fields, occasionally a bicycle with its bell ringing gliding past him.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and earth, and he whispered in the relaxing atmosphere: "At Sakura's funeral, at least they could hold me and cry, but now that they know what kind of enemy they will be facing... I don't want them to have no one to lean on when they want to cry."

“You always say discouraging things.” Samuel just thought that if the enemy came, they should be defeated, but Jun Sakuma always thought more deeply.

He wasn't a rootless duckweed; he had a loving family behind him. But when fighting against unknown forces, life and death can be decided in an instant. Just a few days ago, if Sakura Sakuma hadn't restrained Beelzebub's body, she would have been the one to die.

"I don't want to involve them. The elderly shouldn't be upset." Sakuma Jun wished this road would never end, but unfortunately, the sake shop had already appeared in front of him.

The old man from the mountain was sitting crookedly in his kimono, fanning himself to cool off. When he saw him, he suddenly sat up straight: "Oh, Chun, lad! Do you have time to come back and get some wine for your father-in-law?"

Jun Sakuma handed him the money directly, without the other man counting it. This was because the old man always ordered a fixed amount of alcohol to be bought, and the shop owner simply went back to the back of the house to pack it up for him to take away.