Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"If you want to do something, just go by yourself. Have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten Himeya and the others?"

Samuel stared at him blankly.

“Yes, you think I need to rest, you think I should stay with Karin a little longer, but do you know that when we found you were missing, we turned this house upside down? Himeya thought of the Alien Beasts, so we went to find the Alien Beast vibration wave monitoring records from TLT.”

“Even Genlai, Baolucao, Qixia, and Runping, who can’t see you normally, know you’re here only through our words, and they are also helping to find clues.”

“The day you came back, Huali ate much less and kept asking me, ‘What’s wrong with Dad?’ ‘Will Dad be alright?’ Qixia said she hugged her teddy bear and cried secretly by herself at night.”

Samuel didn't think too much about it at the time, only that it was rare for Jun Sakuma to have time to teach Karin, so it was best not to interrupt.

Since possessing this human body, Jun Sakuma works as a memory police officer during the day and goes out to "work overtime" at night. Sometimes he is late and has to come back with all sorts of excuses, afraid that Karin will find out. He also has to deal with Saya Shudo. If it weren't for Shintaro Hirata's help, he probably would have been discovered long ago.

They encountered several dangers along the way, eventually losing their jobs and being unable to return to their hometown. After finally finding a place to stay, Jun Sakuma finally had time to accompany his daughter in her calligraphy practice during the day. The two of them held hands and slowly went downstairs. They opened Kaori's schoolbag, where tea and hot milk were brewed and served, their fragrances mingling together.

After many days of wandering, Junya Himeya finally found some peace. He was no longer the one who risked his life fighting against the alien beasts, but returned to the newspaper office and resumed his life as an ordinary person.

Not to mention Genrai Shinzo, who hid under the guise of "going out for an exclusive interview," and Horokusa and the others, who were best left out of the picture.

For a fleeting moment, forgetting the dark clouds hanging overhead, Samuel saw an aura of happiness and peace surrounding everyone in this temporary "base".

Like when it was "Xun", there was a base with instructors. At that time, the shadow of war never dissipated, there were constant reports of deaths from the outside world, the enemy was nibbling away at the front line, it seemed that nowhere was safe, and there would be enemies possessed by ghosts and gods everywhere, who would rip open the belly with a claw and dig out the still beating heart.

But it was precisely at that base that "Xun" experienced unprecedented comfort. He didn't need to think about tomorrow; all he had to do was be with "Gen" and "Zhen," everyone with similar codenames, and even the grumpy instructors.

Just fine.

It was a dreamlike soap bubble, fleeting and fragile. Samuel couldn't bear to pop it, to tell the person inside that "an enemy is watching us," and to destroy this precious peace.

So he went out alone, which was indeed too careless.

“I’m going to investigate enemies I may have encountered before,” Samuel said, unaware of more information about Muchini’s so-called “master,” and could only try to be as clear as possible: “It has little to do with you…”

"Bang"!

The tatami mat made a muffled sound. Samuel looked closely and saw a hand resting on it, with bulging veins on the back of the hand, clearly indicating that a lot of force had been used.

Nana, who lives in the next room, could hear the slapping sound clearly. She held her breath and looked at Karin with a questioning gaze.

Huali whispered, "He slammed his fist on the table! If Dad slams his fist on the table when he's disciplining me, he might hit me on the head next. Mom has the same temper as him, but she's much tougher than Dad. She'll hit my palm with a ruler."

"It has nothing to do with me!"

For some reason, Samuel felt a little like moving back a bit.

"I, Sakuma Jun, am your human form! Didn't you tell me that yourself? You forgot it when it came to yourself? You're something else, Samuel! Or do you think I'm a coward who craves comfort? Don't underestimate me!"

"Me? Oh, right, you actually have the nerve to mention Nexus!"

"Huh?" Samuel was a little confused by his sudden change of topic.

The hand that was slapping the tatami mat kept tapping, like a small mallet striking a wooden fish, making a thumping sound like raindrops every two words spoken.

"Who's the half-baked one? Even you, the Light Chaser, don't understand that, do you?"

“The Evolution Trustee has another impact gun and Stone Wings. Nexus wouldn’t abandon the host and run away without a word. He even healed Himeya’s injuries before finding a new host.”

"And you..." The dark, devil-like face pressed close, uttering a phrase Samuel recognized all too well: "If you forget your human form again, you'll have to find another one."

Chapter 104 Beauty in My Eyes

"Sister Qixia, there's still some hair to comb here." Huali touched a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She looked for herself in the mirror and found the part that had been missed.

"Oh, I didn't notice," Qi Xia smoothed the strand of hair, took a black short hair clip with her free hand, pressed it to her lips, then rolled the hair up with both hands and secured it with a thin hair clip: "Now take a look?"

Huali turned her head left and right. Today, Qixia had braided her hair into a silk scarf updo. The silk square scarf was rolled into a long strip and braided into her hair. Only Huali had enough hair to achieve such a delicate and fluffy look, yet still comfortable. If she were to change into a cotton or linen dress, she would surely look like she had stepped into a small Italian town in springtime. She strolled slowly down the old street, and a little girl, carrying the scent of afternoon sunlight and malt, ran past her unnoticed.

"Beautiful!" Huali didn't know why Qixia knew so many hair styling techniques, so she asked whatever came to mind. Qixia answered while tidying up her makeup box:

"My sister is a model. At first, she was just an unknown small-time actress. Some makeup artists and stylists weren't very attentive, so her work was just... barely passable. I don't want to be someone else's foil, especially someone who isn't as good-looking as me." (Monthly fee group 694936135)

Qi Xia picked out a dress from Hua Li's wardrobe. To be honest, this dress didn't quite match Qi Xia's ideal look, but since she didn't have the means, she gave up on being particular and told the girl who was still wearing her nightgown to change quickly. She told her that since it wasn't a pullover, she didn't have to worry about messing up her hairstyle.

As she helped Huali zip up her jacket, she said, "Only the best models get the chance to have solo photoshoots with the best photographers. Back then, I was always with several people, each wearing different styles of clothes. The photos turned out to be a long collection, like an art gallery? If your sister Qixia wants to be discovered, she has to cultivate her own aesthetic sense. That's when I learned hairstyling. A sister I shared an apartment with and I would do each other's hair. Hairstyling was just one part. There was also makeup, clothing matching, and a lot else to learn. After all, I don't have my own team or a professional stylist. I have to do everything myself."

"My sister will become that kind of amazing person." Karin turned her head, her expression as certain as if she had promised Rina that she would walk home with her after school.

"Hmm... Although I'm happy that Karin said that, I'm past my prime," Qixia said, adjusting her little dress and patting her shoulder. "Go stand further away and let me see how it looks."

Hua Li did as she was told and took two steps away. Qi Xia nodded with a smile: "Where did this little fairy come from?"

The "little fairy" said, "Even past her prime, Sister Qixia can still become very powerful!"

Qi Xia smiled and pulled her outside: "Sister can indeed become amazing, but not as a model. You need to accumulate more experience before you get old and wrinkles appear, and switch to fashion design so you can live comfortably in your old age... Hua Li, remember the first lesson of today's art class."

"What is the content of the first section?"

"Beautiful appearances will fade, but aesthetic sense is eternal. Even if you become less attractive, you should still be able to discover beautiful things. If you're really good at it, you can create beautiful things."

"Will my sister teach me how to create beautiful things?"

"Oh right," two figures, one big and one small, came downstairs. Qi Xia told Hua Li to go eat breakfast first while she went to prepare the tools she would need for the day: "Today's goal is to draw a pretty little dress, shall we?"

……

Having successfully rendered Samuel speechless, Jun Sakuma shook his empty teacup and decided to go out and get some hot water.

He saw Huali and Qixia lying on the table, each drawing something; one was extremely professional, and the other was just a child scribbling.

Everyone else was there too. Genrai Shinzo greeted him, "Oh, is the heart-to-heart talk over? Come and see the manuscript. Your second draft is an improvement over the first. You really have a solid foundation. Now that you've finished Pedron's, we need to discuss the next topic!"

Samuel did not follow.

Jun Sakuma walked into the lobby, turned on his laptop, and refilled his water bottle while waiting for it to boot up.

Samuel sat on the pole on the second floor, arms crossed, watching quietly.

“I spent some time last night comparing your two drafts and summarized the problems and strengths. I’ll still give you the first draft of the next story, but I want to see continued progress.” Genrai Jinzo opened his notebook. Although he uses a computer more often now, he still likes to write down important things in the notebook he carries with him.

“Let’s start with the good points. Your writing is clean, you rarely ramble on, you get straight to the point, and your word choice is quite precise. You include all the necessary elements, so you’re basically qualified for a first draft,” he said, looking down at his notebook. Jun Sakuma was also taking notes diligently. “But if you want to stay at the newspaper, or rather, to cultivate excellent writing skills—even if you change jobs, this will be your livelihood—you need to learn how to avoid distorting the facts while ensuring the content isn’t dry. I’m not talking about the kind of stuff the memory police fabricate about aliens, UFOs, and the Loch Ness Monster coming ashore. You need to get rid of the bad habit of exaggerating that you brought from TLT. You tend to exaggerate in some parts…”

Negoro Jinzo and Sakuma Jun summarized their experiences, Himeya Jun made marks while selecting photos, Horokusa whispered behind him about which photos were good and which were bad, and Junpei followed Horokusa like a little apprentice, taking notes.

Ignoring the fact that the main doors were tightly shut and only two thatched windows provided ventilation, they now resembled an ordinary newspaper office.

Samuel sometimes wondered if he shouldn't have so easily chosen a human host. He should have found an excuse to leave after Sakuma Jun recovered, allowing everything to return to normal so as not to disturb other people's lives too much. But Sakuma Jun told him, "Screw you, don't look down on people. You're not the only one who chose to fight."

"You are not fighting alone." He had told Nexus those words, and hearing them from someone else now made him unsure of what to do.

People sometimes have this flaw: they're willing to care for friends, help strangers, and even go to great lengths for their brothers without hesitation. But if a brother were to go to great lengths for them, they simply can't be as at ease as they were in giving. Someone else's kindness might be just a casual gesture, but in some people's eyes, it's weighty and precious, deserving of a great debt of gratitude.

His good friend didn't mind at all, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Is this how you help me? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

His tone was just like casually handing someone a pen, even if it meant handing them his own life.

"Xun" thought of the instructor who saved him and "Gen"; Xiangye You thought of Xiangye Kanade; Samuel sat on the pole lost in thought, "I should apologize," and once the thought arose, he couldn't suppress it.

"Hey, Samuel—!"

He suddenly realized that Negoro Jinzo had already finished his discussion with Sakuma Jun, and his human form was waving at him, beckoning him to come over.

Himeya Jun and Karin's gazes lingered on him, while others who couldn't see them also looked in the same direction. Although the focus was scattered, it was clear that goodwill was being conveyed.

Sakuma Jun called out to him, seemingly no longer angry: "I forgot, you haven't really gotten to know everyone yet? I remember you have an Earthling name, Aiba Yu, right?"

Chapter 105 The Formal Meeting

"Or are you more used to being called 'Xun'? 'Samuel' doesn't sound like an Eastern name either, and your Earthling demeanor doesn't make you seem like a foreigner."

Jun Sakuma stood up and looked up at Hikaru sitting on the second-floor railing: "I promised you maple syrup pudding, there will be a barbecue tonight, let's get to know each other before dinner?"

"How do you know about '巽'?"

“You forgot that I can dream about your memories? That’s called ‘a tiny bit of tacit understanding’.” Jun Sakuma held up his little finger, pinching the tip of his fingernail.

Perhaps it was when he dreamt of "Xun" that he realized he was still a young man, surrounded only by gun oil and the smell of gunpowder. He didn't know how long Samuel had been gone since then, but judging from his time in Vitamore, it didn't seem to be easy.

What Ultraman warrior? This guy... was originally a human, although I don't know why children in his world have to go to the battlefield and fight against monster humans who are like beasts and can tear apart armored vehicles with their bare hands.

In his dream, he heard "Xun" occasionally talking to itself. Sometimes it was complaining about the ants talking too much, and sometimes it was simply feeling bored by lurking alone. Then it would greet the passing ants with "hello".

They were so serious it was both funny and exasperating.

Jun Sakuma always felt that the Ultra Warriors possessed immense power, the source of which was unknown, as mysterious as those dark giants. Perhaps in the future, after the destruction of the alien beasts, the Ultra Warriors would, like the legendary "immortals" or "messengers" who had completed their missions, turn away without a trace, and then he would finally awaken from his dream.

But ever since he dreamt of the boy codenamed "Xun" buried deep in his memory, he felt a greater affinity for Samuel.

some.

It's like aliens landing in a spaceship, and you think you're about to be abducted, when suddenly they pull out a hardcover book with a cartoon cover and say in a thick local accent: "Oh, I'm finally back home! Let me check the family tree... You're my ancestor from hundreds of generations ago right here!"

That's amazing.

Jun Sakuma waved vigorously, ready to go up to him if Samuel didn't come down: "You mean you agree by not saying anything? You don't have any other Earth names, do you?"

"Dad's coming to barbecue tonight too!" Huali jumped up and almost knocked over the paint palette. Qixia quickly moved the paint-covered things into a better spot.

The little girl managed to keep her delicate updo from coming loose. She knew to cherish Qi Xia's skill, holding down the silk scarf on top of her head with one hand and waving the other in the air: "Huali wants to have dinner with Ghost Daddy!"

What ghost father...

Samuel said, "It's Aiba Yu."

Karin heard it, as did Jun Sakuma and Jun Himeya. Jinzo Negi and the others also stared in surprise as the sudden, unfamiliar, and youthful voice echoed through the hall.

The second-floor railing was deserted. After the previous owner hurriedly moved out, the wallpaper was not properly maintained and is now aged, making it impossible to see its former grand appearance.

Sparks of silver light suddenly appeared in front of the mottled wallpaper.