Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“You haven’t been drinking water or eating since yesterday. Do you want to starve to death? If so, please wait until you can move and then jump into the river yourself. Don’t die here!” The reporter, who was firmly encouraging the citizens in front of the camera, is now explaining the meaning of “firmness.”

She glared back defiantly at the person staring at her, then slammed the lunchbox down next to his pillow.

This guy named Fujimiya Hiroya was someone she'd met a few times before. The first time was when the jellyfish-like monsters had turned the commercial street into a sandstorm. After the battle between the giants and the monsters ended, they were packing up their equipment and exclaiming in amazement at the footage they'd captured. When Yoshii Reiko looked into the center of the "desert," she saw him dressed in black.

Next came the area near where some monsters appeared. Reporters always have to chase the news, and Yoshii Reiko and others worked from dawn till dusk. They wondered if this person also made a living from this. Yoshii Reiko had seen him through the car window a few times.

Then, in Shiroiwa City, the three-person reporter team from KCB heard some rumors and decided to try their luck by gathering news. However, before they even got out of their car, they saw a group of zombie-like residents running around with their phones. Terrified, they stepped on the gas and fled the scene. On the way, they found Hiroya Fujimiya, who was almost buried in the crowd.

Finally, this was the last time. It was too dangerous to leave the city, so they turned back to a location near the sea, trying to get as close to the battlefield as possible. As a result, they saw a black lump floating on the sea. Inoue Rinbun thought it was a large piece of garbage like an oil drum, but Yoshii Reiko took a few more glances before she was sure it was a person.

“No matter how difficult it is, you can’t take your own life,” Yoshii Reiko softened her tone slightly. She felt that her words had been too harsh and might have hurt him. “Think about your family and friends. If you really hate other people, think about the wishes you haven’t fulfilled, like going on a trip somewhere.”

"Hmm...you like the sea?" Yoshii Reiko tried to distract him by talking more, hoping he would calm down a bit before gently persuading him to eat something: "Have you ever thought about going to the shallow waters of the tropics? The coral reef jungle, or the polar ocean, where you might encounter pods of whales surfacing—I don't know what you've been through, but I do know that even if you're disappointed, don't take it out on yourself."

Fujimiya Hiroya turned his head away without saying a word.

Is this a journalist's occupational hazard? This woman is exceptionally talkative, always managing to find topics from tricky angles—perhaps a talent honed through years of interviewing. Even when the other person is clearly unwilling to answer, she tries her best to pry them open, which makes her seem clumsy. She's probably the type who tries extra hard, but ultimately her performance never really takes off.

“When the editor-in-chief criticizes me, I also feel down for a while. Although it may not seem like a big deal to you, I think if you believe you are right and have been wronged, even if you can't say it to his face, you can still yell at him behind closed doors! Never doubt yourself just because of other people's opinions…”

“What are you talking about?” Fujimiya Hiroya said, turning his indifferent eyes over and then quickly looking away: “I’m not contemplating suicide.”

"Huh? Then how... how did you get here..."

Reiko Yoshii blinked, and suddenly a sound came from outside the door, growing louder as it approached.

“Reiko! Reiko, I’ve come to see you,” Inoue Rinfumi knocked on the door, clutching two bulging plastic bags. “That guy didn’t do anything rude to you, did he? I told you I shouldn’t have taken you in a house with a single woman, but you insisted…”

"Think about whether your own dormitory is even habitable before you say such things!" Yoshii Reiko opened the door without any politeness and stepped aside to let him in: "Isn't it because your room is too messy to fit guests? You can't let people live in the studio."

Inoue Rinbun, after seeing Fujimiya Hiroya's condition, said, "Oh dear, lying down, hey, don't get up, don't get up... It seems you really can't move much."

He squatted down, opened the plastic bag, and showed the ready-made food inside: "Where do you live? Do you have your family's contact information? Or should we go to the hospital? Reporters are very busy, so don't blame us for not being hospitable—I'm telling you, be polite to Ms. Lingzi."

Fujimiya Hiroshi didn't really want to pay attention to him. He was just talking to himself and making up whatever he wanted. He turned his head to look at the door where Yoshii Reiko was standing. The wind that blew in when the door opened made him feel a little cold.

"Ok?"

Just as Yoshii Reiko was about to close the door, Fujimiya Hiroya suddenly said, "Don't close the door!"

Inoue Rinbun, who was squatting next to him, stammered, and Yoshii Reiko was also stunned.

Fujimiya Hiroya narrowed his eyes: "Lily?"

At the feet of the short-haired reporter, a warehouse was squatting.

The mouse looks exactly like "Lily," a pet that Fujimiya Hiroya once kept.

The hamster's figure was both real and unreal; Fujimiya Hiroshi wasn't sure if he was hallucinating, and its behavior was somewhat...

"Lily" propped herself up on her two short hind legs and waved to him in a human-like manner.

Fujimiya Hiroya saw a horrifying scene:

A translucent mouse...is laughing...

……

The day after Aiba Yu woke up, Pito found Fujimiya Hiroya in the form of "Lily," which he believed was Fujimiya Hiroya's favorite hamster.

In Renlong's words, "The old swindler is going to go on another swindle."

"Old liar?" asked the young man who had taken off his XIG uniform and was now trying to comprehend the "sound of the ley lines."

"Earth consciousness always likes to approach others in the form it thinks the other party will like. It once disguised itself as a Go master to me, and when I considered it a confidant and discussed the principles of Go with it, it knew nothing about the game," Renlong shook his fan, and a strong medicinal smell wafted from the small stove in front of him: "I then realized that it had copied the Go scores from real masters. Once it deviated from those fixed scores, its true form was revealed."

Even so, it doesn't warrant being called an old swindler, does it? Gao Shan Gamu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Renlong gripped the fan handle tightly: "That was the first 'human friend' I ever met."

I almost blurted out something in my sleep, but I held it back.

He took leave and secretly came here at Renlong's invitation to comprehend the "power of the earth veins," not to listen to gossip about the Earth's consciousness. His intuition told him that it was better to listen more and talk less.

On the other side of the courtyard.

Aiba Yu was finally able to get up from the tatami mat and was sitting on the veranda talking to Kinoshita Kei.

"Ahem... Based on the information we have so far, Uranus, cough... should be good at long-range combat." Aiba Yu pulled his clothes tighter, and Kinoshita Kei snapped his fingers, turning the room temperature into a warm one.

"It's quite convenient," Aiba Yu paused for a moment, feeling that it was better than the Little Sun.

Feeling more comfortable, his tone became more relaxed: "Long-range attack methods, cough cough, I haven't practiced much, but it's nothing more than energy manipulation. These next few days, you should practice your control, cough cough... Once you can activate the Meta Domain, you can unleash your full potential."

"It's alright," Kinoshita Kei grinned, showing off his white teeth. "Although I lack hands-on experience, I have plenty of theoretical knowledge! Mage! Kite! Storm Warlock!"

He gave himself a thumbs-up: "I have countless brilliant ideas right now, and I can't wait!"

Chapter 123 Admonition

"The entire design is based on the storm..."

Aiba Yu stared at the miniature tornado simulated in Kinoshita Kei's palm: "Ahem, to be able to do this much right after starting out, you have quite the talent."

It's much better than that memory-driven policeman who takes days to conjure up a beautiful piece of broken glass.

The tornado had a murky color, which was a recreation of the "Blade Style" move that Kinoshita Kei recalled that day. However, according to his own ideas, he added more sand and gravel. He believed that if he wanted to polish the enemy, he should add more abrasive and give him enough material.

In addition, there are methods such as draining the air from the area where the enemy is located to suffocate them, draining the air from a large area to artificially reduce the air pressure and give the enemy's internal organs a "temptation to go out", or forcibly pressurizing until the gaseous state can be liquefied, at which point the high temperature of several thousand degrees can help him solve many problems.

“You’re dealing with a cosmic monster,” Aiba Yu’s words killed his idea: “Extreme heat and cold, no air and water, low pressure and high pressure are the basic skills for survival in the universe.”

But Kinoshita Kei had seen countless films and had a wealth of imaginative ideas: "How about a lightning storm?"

His mind flashed back to the days when he played Red Alert and created a weather controller to turn the enemy's base into a honeycomb. Thunder rumbled and flashed wildly. There was nothing more satisfying than bombing the base of a cold-blooded AI. If there was, it would be to plow it up repeatedly like a carpet bomb.

“Lightning is certainly a viable offensive tactic, cough, but…” Aiba Yu said, “The storm you’re currently controlling is using Earth’s atmosphere?”

Kinoshita Kei scratched his head: "They're so well-behaved. They start spinning around on their own at the slightest thought. If there were a favorability bar, their favorability towards me would probably have been maxed out by now."

Have you thought about what you would do if you were fighting in space?

"Eh? I think... whether they're aliens or monsters, they all want to attack Earth. Once they enter the atmosphere, it'll be my home turf! I'll beat them up one by one, and two by two!" Kinoshita Kei was full of confidence in fighting on home turf.

Those swirling, omnipresent winds were both his eyes and his weapons. Any enemy who dared to enter was essentially trapped in a cage full of blades. Uranus only needed a thought, and the wind would spontaneously swirl into a raging vortex to "welcome" the uninvited guest.

As long as he is on Earth's home turf, he is a general with countless soldiers. With a single command, the invisible soldiers will become tangible blades. They are chariots and winches, capable of crushing any invading enemy.

"You know about home-field advantage, why don't the enemy?" Aiba Yu leaned most of his weight on the pillar beside him, which made him feel more comfortable.

The courtyard here in Renlong is quite nice. The sky is frozen at sunset, and the scenery is painted with the colors of the evening glow. The dim, golden light makes one want to rest, so one can lean back almost lazily like this.

A warm breeze blew from the pillar, making Aiba Yu drowsy.

"The enemy... comes from the future and has a more advanced level of technology. Cough cough, if they set up their offensive weapons outside the atmosphere, what would you do with them?" He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice when he spoke again.

Fragmented memories and images buried for many years eventually accumulate into a simple admonition.

"If... cough, the teleportation path is opened outside, monsters will keep coming, and you will have to fight in outer space to defeat them."

"Since they know how to sow discord between humans and Earth's monsters and giants, they will eventually realize your 'home advantage.' Relying on it blindly will lead to defeat."

As Aiba Yu spoke, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He raised his hand to rub them and continued, "So, in your training, it's best not to use the Earth's atmosphere to respond to your abilities. Just use your purest energy and see what you can do."

Kinoshita Kei seemed lost in thought.

Indeed, none of the scenarios Aiba Yu mentioned were places where he could summon Earth's atmosphere to reach the enemy. He couldn't possibly disregard the life-sustaining needs of Earth's surface and forcibly extract the atmosphere into outer space to assist himself... Not to mention whether Uranus would go on strike, that salted fish would probably turn into a muscular giant on the spot and risk his life to twist his head off.

"Using only my own energy..." Kinoshita Kei dispersed the miniature tornado in his palm, and a faint blue light shone.

He concentrated, but the light only grew brighter and never took shape—his plan was to try to draw out the simplest blade shape, or to forge a cool lightsaber.

When he was a kid, he played with glow sticks, snapping the plastic sticks to create colorful lights. When he and his classmates "fought," some used them as magic wands, while others imagined them as swords imbued with inner power by knights—the kind of cheap special effects. At the time, Kinoshita Kei was obsessed with science fiction movies. Although the characters in those movies all had laser guns or similar weapons that could sear a person's head from 800 miles away, they preferred to fight with ancestral lightsabers.

Kinoshita Kei didn't find anything out of place at the time; he just envied those people in black clothes wielding lightsabers, thinking they were incredibly cool. So he started using those short plastic glow sticks as lightsabers.

Now that he has the opportunity to make an authentic piece by hand, he is full of motivation.

If he could, he wanted to recreate something every mage should have: "I can use my ultimate move to scratch the surface, but the special effects must be impressive." Magic circles in the sky and on the ground, inscriptions floating in the air like ribbons, and muttering incomprehensible languages—regardless of the power, the sheer presence would make the opponent think he was preparing some forbidden move.

Whether you use the staff like a club or draw your sword to slash people is not important; what matters is—"coolness."

Being strong or not is a temporary matter, but being handsome or not is a lifelong matter.

On the other side, Gaoshan Gamu, guided by Renlong, had already heard the flow of the underground river. The sand and stones on the ground trembled slightly, as if they were about to float up and fly into the air.

Kinoshita Kei noticed the commotion next door and thought to himself, "The Alchemist Star is naturally gifted with an intelligence advantage. If I can't win, so be it. We're using the power of giants now, and Pito gave me even more energy. There's no reason for me to lose to someone else in a fight."

When they observe the gap, some people complain about the unfairness, while others are inspired to fight back. Kinoshita Kei, who found confidence, was the latter.

Although Takayama Gamu had no intention of competing, Kinoshita Kei had already secretly compared the two's training progress side by side. With this motivation, his mind was more active than ever before.

"Perhaps 'opening the edge' is a bit difficult for me. Let's keep it simple. Every mage has to learn the fireball spell when they're young? Let's make a ball first! Even if I can only make a ball, it's not a big problem. Once I've mastered it to the point where it's overwhelming, I'll be a dimensional mage who can use the Great Meteor spell!" Kinoshita Kei decided to proceed step by step, and this time the progress was much faster.

The radiance spread out in his palm quickly rolled itself up, coalescing into a circle. The energy inside rotated like electrons around an atomic nucleus. He could feel the active and dangerous destructive power within—if Aiba Yu saw it, he would probably compare it to Sakuma Jun's "Glass Smash."

"Fellow countryman! Come see the freshly baked ball!" Kinoshita Kei grinned as he held up the ball of light to his fellow countryman to boast about himself. He was about to say a few more words like "wait for me to work hard to advance to the Rasengan" when his chatter suddenly stopped. He reflexively covered his mouth and almost shoved the ball of light into his own mouth.

As the sun set and a warm breeze blew, a villager, wearing a coat, leaned against a pillar and slept soundly.

Hitomi Onodera appeared out of nowhere, carrying a bowl that smelled of bitter medicine, and making a "shh" gesture with one hand.

“You’ve been standing there blankly for so long, I thought you were frozen in place,” Onodera Hitomi said softly, then looked down at the sleeping man with a troubled expression: “It’s the prescription given by Lord Renryu, it’s time to take the medicine now…should I wake him up?”

Chapter 124 The Flower Fairy and the Great Demon

"Big monster? Big monster!"