Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

Someone is standing on the furnace.

He was clearly looking up at a monster whose eyeballs were as tall as himself, but Kira Sawa felt no fear, reverence, or dread when seeing a large creature.

It felt more like looking at an old friend.

The monster was not completely dead; it lowered its head and looked back at him with the same calm.

Tiny human figures and a hundred-meter-tall monster gaze at each other on the icy ocean and before a solitary cliff. The air is filled with the smell of blood, mist, and an unyielding, heavy gloom—not a tangible sensory experience, but an abstract feeling.

The furnace forged by the bloodfall was utterly insignificant before it; it surged forth, rushing along the tide toward a lifeless, unreachable distance.

Like a lone goose separated from its flock, it stubbornly flaps its wings in a certain direction and cries out loudly, but until sunset, sunrise, and nightfall, only the cliffs echo its voice.

The image was short, with a dim light reflecting on the face of the person who had the premonition. Although he was still staring at the screen, his pupils were unfocused.

"The two were originally one..."

Kira Sawa suddenly came to his senses and realized that the fabric of his clothes on the back was soaked with sweat.

On the screen, the silver giant withdrew its light, and the reservoir returned to calm, shimmering as always.

……

Jun Sakuma returned to the base, still excited about having personally dealt with the alien beast. He regretted not bringing his camera and hoped that the TLT's surveillance cameras would capture him looking good.

Before his excitement subsided, he suddenly remembered—since the warning stone carvings at the Third Base had malfunctioned, and even a strange fish-like alien beast had appeared, what about the stone carvings they left behind in their hometown?

With this in mind, he called his family.

"Hmm? Brother-in-law?" There was the sound of running water and barking from Shota's end. He probably got mud splattered all over the wall again, but since he could answer the phone, he was probably done cleaning up and playing in the water with the dog.

“Mom and Dad are fine. Grandpa went fishing. It’s so cold, I don’t know what kind of magic potion he gave him. I’ll have to bring him some ginger soup later,” Shota said. Then there was another sound: “Hey! You stupid dog, don’t shake the water off! You’ve splashed me and I’m freezing!”

Jun Sakuma laughed on the other end of the phone.

Seeing that he was so energetic, he figured he must be alright, and he felt relieved. "How's work been lately, Shota? I remember you said last time that you wanted to expand your business and come to the city to pick up some jobs, right?"

Shota dragged the Shiba Inu back by its tail, blocked it with his leg, and rubbed its head with a towel: "Come here, stop messing around... Oh, you mean business? I was planning to go into the city to find work, so I bought a used car. There was a big order back home, but I turned it down."

"You turned down a big order?"

Shota rubbed the dog's ears, while the Shiba Inu twisted its head, panting and exhaling white breath.

He switched to holding the phone between his shoulder and cheek, pinning down the dog that was trying to run away again: "That family that sells sand and gravel... They finished building their new house and wanted me to do the plastering, what a load of crap! Why didn't I just run them over when they went out? Hey, brother-in-law, shouldn't someone who bullies others be locked up for a few more days?"

Sakura Sakuma's family still thought he worked at the police station and had no idea that he was a police officer. Jun Sakuma could only say helplessly, "Yes, if it doesn't warrant a punishment, education is the main thing."

Shota clicked his tongue and said, "Those three old men's fish have been poisoned again, probably..."

"It's that bastard's son. Anyone who takes a job with his family will be cursed."

"Oh, right," Shota lowered his voice, somewhat hesitantly, "I... I heard some bad rumors, brother-in-law, how exactly did my sister... die?"

Jun Sakuma's relaxed heart suddenly tightened: "What do you mean?"

"It's... it's about the Banib monster, like that bus accident. It wasn't that the driver was fatigued and drove off a cliff; it was the Banib monster that ate everyone on the bus," Shota glanced into the house, where his mother was intently chopping vegetables, the chopping sound echoing on the cutting board. He lowered his head and said cautiously, "I used to just take it as a joke, but there was that black lightning in the city, and some people actually saw the shadow of a giant. Brother-in-law, you must have seen it too, right?"

“Many people say that the rumors about Barnibu are actually true, about my sister… You know, when we went there, we only saw ashes. Brother-in-law, we don’t blame you for fainting at the time, but later, they really told you it was a car accident? What kind of car accident would make it so that we couldn’t even see her remains?”

“Brother-in-law, I’m thinking, maybe you met Barnib back then. ‘One-Eyed Bird’ made you forget about it, so my sister…”

“It was a car accident,” Jun Sakuma said, then suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. “The fuel tank leaked when it hit the car, and the car was burned down to its frame. Sakura… she was too scary, so she was cremated first.”

"Is...is that so?" Shota felt something was wrong, but out of trust for his brother-in-law, he only confirmed it again: "They didn't mention this at the time. I thought it was because the airbag didn't work after the impact."

Jun Sakuma stood stiffly in place, his free hand scratching his bent index finger repeatedly with the nail of his thumb: "They're all burned, it's so scary, I was afraid the old folks couldn't handle it. I signed the consent form, but I didn't mention it at the time because my parents were too heartbroken, how could I dare to bring it up?"

"I see..." Shota exhaled, then suddenly patted the dog. The dog barked and looked up at him. He then rubbed the dog's head again. "Never mind, I won't say anything more. Even if I do, my sister won't be able to come back. Brother-in-law, when are you going to take a break and come back to visit? Last time I was thinking of getting some vegetables I grew myself to bring back for you. If you don't come soon, it will be winter. Forget about vegetables, we'll even have to ice fish!"

"Hmm, in a little while."

"Okay! Remember to call first before you come... Whose number is this? I don't recognize it. I almost thought it was an advertisement."

"It's a friend's, my phone is dead."

“Okay, I’ll keep it then,” Shota rubbed the dog’s belly. “That’s settled then, I’m hanging up now… Hey, silly dog, roll over so I can wipe your belly.”

Jun Sakuma hung up the phone.

In the distance, leaden clouds float in the humid air. The gaps in the concrete jungle are like rifts across the continent, burying unknown insects and ghosts from the abyss, while mysterious crowds wade through them.

People occasionally pass by the glass wall, where the crimson pentagram glows faintly, as if a monster from imagination is licking its fangs and scrutinizing them closely.

Chapter 131 The Unfinished Mission

"Hello!"

Bao Lücao silently pushed the tissues over, and Runping hurriedly grabbed one, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon.

Qi Xia pulled Hua Li away from him and whispered, "Be careful not to catch it. I'll make you some ginger soup later."

"If it were contagious, it would have been contagious by now!" Runping protested, wiping his nose and glancing at Sakuma Jun, who was working on the first draft of the "Black Lightning" incident's Banish cloth: "How come you're so quick to recover!"

Perhaps because he went to bed early yesterday because he was in a bad mood, Jun Sakuma woke up today to find his nose clear. His cold, which had lasted for several days, was finally gone, and his mood suddenly brightened.

"Early to bed and early to rise makes you recover faster," Jun Sakuma said with a cheerful sigh, "People in middle age should try to avoid staying up late."

Runping said sullenly, "I'm still young."

Himeya Jun skillfully used Hirata Shintaro's account to browse through the day's combat records, videos, and photos in the TLT database, and casually asked, "Where's Samuel? I haven't seen him since I came back yesterday."

"He keeps telling me to exercise more, but he's getting lazier and lazier himself..." Jun Sakuma said, unable to contain his indignation. Why does Karin have to be close to this "father" whom she rarely sees?

He tapped the steaming porcelain cup: "Samuel, this is freshly poured water. Want to warm up a bit?"

"No." Samuel's voice came from the Order of the Lightseeker.

"You'll get sick from staying indoors all the time," Jun Sakuma said, trying to persuade him while laughing, "After I finish writing my manuscript, you can teach me how to use the light beams."

"You'll get it with practice." The reply was muffled, as if there was something between them.

Jun Sakuma stopped typing and asked him, "You're not still in bed, are you?"

"I am up."

"real or fake……"

The Light Chaser's Medal lit up, and Jun Sakuma heard the person inside say, "I've opened the space. Concentrate, and you'll be able to see me." It was as if they were eager to prove that they weren't lazy.

Sakuma Jun focused his mind as instructed. At first, he couldn't quite grasp it, but later he tried to imagine the stone-like transformation device. Sure enough, he felt as if his mind had suddenly entered a narrow passage with a light shining at the end.

He walked toward the light source, and after a period of darkness, a bright new vista appeared. He saw a strangely well-formed mountain, a small wooden house, and an endless grassland.

I didn't see Samuel.

He turned his gaze and then realized

There was a blue lake in the distance, and he tried to look at the opposite shore.

"What kind of place is this..." Jun Sakuma couldn't help but exclaim.

The interior of the Light Chaser's Medal is truly bizarre. Here, the grass grows lush and the water is clear and blue, but at the end, it connects to a vast ice ocean!

Deep within the vast expanse of white ice, stands a solitary island with sheer cliffs.

Yu Aiba was sitting on the grass by the lake, gazing towards the isolated island.

Jun Sakuma now knew why his voice sounded muffled; this guy was actually wrapped in a blanket when he went out!

The person, along with half their face, was huddled under the blanket, looking just like a rice dumpling!

“No, is it really that cold here?” Jun Sakuma noticed the wildflowers blooming on the grass. Although he couldn’t feel the temperature himself, it was clear that it wasn’t a place where people could freeze. “Can’t you adjust the temperature here? Why don’t we come out and buy a heater? Junpei still has a cold, he might have been thinking about it for a while.”

“It’s not that I’m cold,” Aiba Yu said slowly, “it’s just more comfortable to be wrapped up.”

“What a nuisance,” Jun Sakuma knew his habit of basking in the warmth. If it were summer, he would stick to the stove too. He laughed at him, “Alright, alright, come find us when you’re tired of looking at those mountains. Karin was very happy after watching the ‘fireworks’ last time. I don’t know what she’s doing now. She thinks my flower transformation isn’t pretty, so she insists on finding you.”

Aiba Yu nodded.

Sakuma Jun said helplessly, "...Then I'll go out. If you don't understand the beam technique, come and ask me again. Let me know when you're going to sleep, so I don't wake you up."

"it is good."

Jun Sakuma pulled his attention back and said to Jun Himeya, "He's looking at the scenery. Hey, do Evolution Trusters like to soak in hot water?"

Jun Himeya: ?

Inside the Light Chaser's Medal.

Once the gaze that was observing him disappeared, Aiba Yu reached out his hand from under the blanket.

The rescue team uniforms had somehow been replaced by training uniforms belonging to "Xun".

The cuffs are worn white, indicating they've been worn for a long time.

There were some marks on the back of my hand, different from the ones the instructor had given me at the beginning. They were layered and extended all the way to my forearm, as if someone had drawn a stroke first, and then thought that they should draw more, so they picked up the pen and added some more.

Although he was lying on soft grass, Aiba Yu kept his eyes fixed on the cliffs above the distant icy ocean.

The hand stretched out, making a grasping motion in the air. Extremely fine golden threads appeared in the palm, floating like silk, delicate yet resilient. One end was attached to the only person in this space, and the other end connected to the sky, disappearing into the dome.

Starting with it, other threads emerge one by one, making it seem as if there is a puppet show frame in the sky, with the puppets sitting on the ground connected by threads.

The Arctic Ocean was extremely quiet; there were no nailed monsters, and no waterfalls of blood flowed into the sea.

The only thing that remains is the gray-black cliff face deeply etched in my mind.

The Light Chaser's Medal is a thoughtful and excellent transformation device; whatever its master desires, it delivers.