Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The group chatted slowly, occasionally tidying up the belongings left behind by guests who had left their seats. By the afternoon, the morning guests either continued their activities or found a place to rest, and fewer and fewer people were still eating around.

Qian Shulian suddenly turned to the side of the hut: "Have you been waiting for so long? Are you hungry? Do you want to come too? Last time I asked if you wanted to eat cake together, you refused, didn't you? You can't refuse me a second or third time, are you going to refuse me a second or third time?"

The black hem of the garment quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Senju Rei had already gotten up and chased after him. Samuel shared his view with Sakuma Jun, who called out, "It's Mizuki! Here to play or...?"

Mizuki Nonomiya took on the task of monitoring Senju Rei. Logically speaking, such a task of monitoring an important target alone should not be given to a novice like her, but TLT is currently short-staffed, and the Third Base has transferred some forces to the Fourth Base, which suffered heavy damage. Now, the number of memory police officers who can go out on field missions is very limited.

As a result, just a few days after the surveillance work officially began, Mizuki Nonomiya was discovered by the target and was chased all over the street, turning left and right and asking all sorts of questions. In the end, he had no idea how the other party found out his name!

If Shuto Saya had found out, she would probably have been sent back to a training course to retake the job entrance exam.

Now that her target was brazenly approaching her again, her first reaction was to run away as fast as she could.

This is so embarrassing! The person being monitored knows the name and appearance of the person being monitored, and is even being bombarded with questions like a duck being herded around—Sakuma Jun is here too! That was his voice just now! Oh no, now even a former colleague knows!

She turned around the small house, and an orange shadow flashed past her, blocking her way. Because she was looking down and lost in thought, she almost bumped into it headfirst.

Qian Shulian also lowered her head and leaned over to look at her: "Want some cake?"

Nonomiya Mizuki's eyes darted around, not daring to look at him. She turned to leave, but almost bumped into Sakuma Jun when she turned back.

This former colleague and senior didn't mean to send her away. He glanced at Qian Shulian, rubbed his chin, and suddenly said, "As a colleague, I haven't invited you yet. It's not appropriate for a young lady to go to an izakaya..."

"Hot drinks at the amusement park should be fine, right? Hot chocolate in this weather would be nice."

"Isn't this considered a violation of work discipline?"

Two young people together, drinking things they like, forgetting all that nonsense about alien beasts and TLT work—it's quite nice. Sakuma Jun felt like he was seeing himself in college.

Although Nonomiya Mizuki's appearance suggests she came to the amusement park with a mission, not to have fun, what does it matter? If TLT sent her to monitor him, that would be incredibly easy, much better than facing Misawa Hiroyuki's increasingly resentful face.

When Komon Kazuki saw that the two of them had gone out for a stroll and brought back a familiar-looking person, he almost spat out the coffee he hadn't yet swallowed.

The people sitting around this table now are quite a strange group.

A memory police officer on surveillance duty, a member of the night raid team on leave, a young, mysteriously born candidate, and a former memory police officer who has blatantly quit his job and is now a newspaper employee and human form.

Apart from Nonomiya Mizuki, who was unaware of Senju Rei's relationship with the Evolution Truster, everyone else knew each other's identities.

If someone were straightforward, they'd probably start a fight right away: "Ha! A natural-born candidate delivered right to your doorstep!" "Get lost! TLT's lackey!"

But now that these people are together, they can't seem to feel any hostility towards each other.

Perhaps it's because they're all still young? Jun Sakuma sat there calmly, dressed in youthful clothes, thus defining himself as a young man.

The teacup grew cold, and Samuel returned to the Lightbringer's Hall to watch the wind rustle through the grass.

"Don't forget your takeaway mousse." Takashi Oshiro walked over and handed the paper bag to Jun Sakuma.

The latter thanked him, then glanced at Nonomiya Mizuki and Chiju Rei before finally fixing his gaze on the college student-looking adaptor: "Come, let me teach you a lesson."

"?" Qian Shulian watched as he tied the bag of packaged snacks without blushing at all.

You need to be thick-skinned to win over the girl you like.

Chapter 109 Barnibu's Nursery Rhymes

"I have summoned demons and monsters; whoever reveals themselves before them will have their heart devoured."

"Angels always come late; don't feed yourself to demons before they arrive."

"At the spire of the tower, a one-eyed bird spreads its wings."

"The poor man who has no way to escape, let his family forget him."

……

"What are you singing?" the person shrouded in protective gear asked the colleague who had been muttering beside them.

My colleague was idly conducting a thorough search with his equipment. The numbers on the screen were as steady as if they were fixed in place, with only minor fluctuations before returning to their original positions.

"It's a popular nursery rhyme these days; my son learned it at school," my colleague said. "I really don't know where it spread from..."

"This tune is quite eerie."

“Yes, so those kids sing to whoever they hate,” my colleague’s voice was muffled inside the protective suit, but the anger in it was still audible: “My son was surrounded by people singing to him all day, so he learned it!”

“He actually sang to me! Just because I criticized him for not correcting the mistakes in his homework.”

Another person squatted nearby shoveling soil, at what was identified as the source of the alien beast's vibration waves. It looked like just a pile of ordinary soil, so the white-clad cleaner had to use a small shovel to dig it away.

"So you've learned it too." The man shook the bag, sealed the soil inside, and threw it into the collection bucket.

The bucket was filled with similar things. He pointed to the small pit in front of him and said, "Come and help me sweep it up. Is there anything left?"

My colleague came over, squatted down, and glanced at the numbers on the instrument.

This sight made his heart race. The unknown peak was breathtaking, and it didn't come from that small pit. Its source was the bag that his colleague had thrown into the collection bucket.

It felt like a giant hammer was pounding on his chest, and every pore on his body was screaming, "Run!"

"Run!" He dragged his dazed colleague and they sprinted outside.

"What are you doing?!"

This is the factory ruins from the last battle with Rizarisu. According to the battle report, the Night Raid Team's missiles, combined with the Ultra Warriors' beams, shattered the alien beast's organization. Although the main body of the alien beast disappeared into a mysterious vortex in the air, codenamed "The Unknown Hand," some dangerous fragments were still scattered everywhere.

The task of the white-clad cleaners is to deal with these tiny, unknown fragments—maybe no bigger than ants—within a tight timeframe.

The pretext for the blockade was a "chemical leak caused by a minor earthquake," and due to manpower shortages, they couldn't move too slowly.

"Why are you running!"

"Idiot! That kind of vibration wave..."

TLT's third base, Freedom Fortress.

"A mutant beast vibration wave was detected at the location of the last battle. Comparison result: Rizaliasu."

The white-clad cleaner made the right choice to run away, because just seconds after their conversation ended, the "soil" in the bag expanded rapidly like a soap bubble being blown up, with tiny particles stretching and elongating. To describe it more accurately, it was like a scene of bacterial growth in a petri dish being fast-forwarded.

It turns out that every grain of sand in that pile of "soil" was part of Lizali Asu!

No wonder the instruments kept flashing in front of them!

Each tiny particle stretched out its slender "hands" in all directions, weaving itself together with the other particles. At the same time, it was constantly growing, swelling from something the size of an ant to a size too large to be held in one hand in the blink of an eye.

It's a fleshy ball resembling a sea urchin, covered in fine spines.

The fleshy spheres merged together, and in an instant, they transformed into something taller, perhaps more accurately described as a "tower." The white-clad cleaner felt as if he had witnessed an out-of-control Tai Sui.

As the "Tai Sui" grew taller, its sticky, soft outer shell hardened in the air, revealing a grayish-white surface.

The sealed-off location, shrouded in shadow, collapsed corners, buried limbs—everything slowly decaying in the insects' dwellings.

Rizali Asugura, resurrected from the rubble.

The fragments were found in more than one place, and so were the resurrected alien beasts.

The fleeing white-clad cleaners discovered that their retreat was blocked by monsters, and their path ahead was also blocked by a pair of giant claws.

The Night Raid Team's Wolffire missiles once again blossomed in this factory area.

"...But forgetting is just a smokescreen. The demon is called Banib, and those who are eaten by it will turn into monsters."

“Your mother, you devoured her eyes; your father, you poured out and crushed his bones.”

“Barnib is everywhere; larks and eagles cannot escape his grasp.”

"Let the smoke dissipate, you flocking spirits."

The behemoth opened its mouth, spewing out a stream of scorching purple light. It turned its neck, and the light swept across, causing the four Chromium Chesters to scatter in formation, like fireflies startled by a disturbance.

The white-clad cleaner recalled the second half of the nursery rhyme.

His colleague's hand was trembling as he held it, but no one laughed at his cowardice. Anyone who found themselves at the feet of a monster tens of meters high would find it hard to suppress their biological instincts.

He felt his legs trembling, and he commanded himself to look around. By the dim starlight, he saw another monster.

The white-clad cleaners gathered the collected fragments together for processing, inadvertently facilitating the resurrection of Rizaliasu.

Those "fragments" quickly found their "friends," two gathering and processing sites, and just the right number of two Rizari Asugurola.

They had no choice but to try to evade the monster's claws and escape. The heavy protective suits had become a burden, not to mention the equipment that the manual had repeatedly emphasized must not be discarded; now, no one would hold them accountable for losing it.

Sweat mixed with exhaled air inside the protective suit, making it difficult for the sanitation workers to breathe.

Rizali Asugura raised its massive claws, conjuring up a gust of wind that blew them about because they were too close together.

What goes up must come down, and shadows loom over them.

The white-clad cleaner looked up and saw the monster's feet, where there was thick keratin, like dry cement that could be twisted.

The nursery rhymes circulating among children were somewhat terrifying, and he had no desire to have his bones buried in the ground and pressed down.

But he hoped to hear his son humming an off-key song around him with a look of disgust.

"The spirits that come in droves, flap your wings as you please, for you will eventually utter a dying cry."

"Let lamentations pierce the heavens, they fall from the arrows, their blood staining the golden sea red."

"May Banib show mercy, and perhaps mercy will come..."

“We must sacrifice the lark and the eagle, so that we can satisfy its appetite.”

“The gods are never lenient.”