Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“Even 'gangsters' can be defeated by illness,” Yonahara Sora grinned.

"The underworld" was their joke about Samuel. Estend only knew that their uniforms for missions were high-necked to cover the appearance of the control system on Samuel's neck. Little did he know that their training clothes were crew neck T-shirts. At that time, almost everyone's eyes unconsciously glanced at Samuel. That tattoo was really cool.

After much explanation, some people still firmly believe that this kid named Aiba Yu was a former yakuza member. A yakuza member with ideals, huh? He actually joined a rescue team to save others.

They initially thought Hasegawa Hayato was going to force the kid to remove the tattoo, but Hasegawa Hayato completely ignored it, only glancing at the "tattoo" and commenting with three words: "Young man."

Then everything calmed down!

After exchanging a few words with Sora and the others, before he could even let his smile reach its fullest, Hasegawa Hayato stood up.

“Then we can begin our discipline study,” Hasegawa Hayato said calmly amidst the instant collapse of everyone’s smiles. “It’s understandable that some people go out without permission, but discipline cannot be forgotten.”

"What?!?!?!"

Five cries of anguish.

……

The top of the moon.

It's a bit hot during the day, but the temperature is just right at night, perfect for working late into the night.

"Waaah, is this the punishment for Earthlings...?" Estend gripped his pen, shook his aching wrist, let out a "whoop" to encourage himself, and then frantically copied down the rules: "Why are these disciplinary regulations so long? When will I ever finish copying the remaining six times... I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Wait, why did I copy this sentence again?! Oh no, I copied it incorrectly!!!"

A while passed.

"I can't take it anymore, my hand is going to break," Estend rubbed his right hand with his left and leaned back in his chair. "I'm doomed. I've already copied it four times until midnight. How am I going to survive the next six?"

"I'll help you live!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Through the door, Estend heard a familiar, lively voice.

Yonahara knocked on the door again: "Zou, open the door quickly, we've come to rescue you!"

"Did you bring me snacks?" Eistand opened the door, only to find several teammates neatly huddled outside.

"What are you..."

“We could hear your wailing through the door,” Yonahara Sora pushed him aside and slung himself in. “We’ll copy it five times, but you’ll have to copy it ten times. We’re afraid you’ll be punished for not being able to get up tomorrow. We’ve come to save you.”

"Do you have a pen?" Yu Nayuan Kong tapped the table: "Give each of you one. You can buy the potato chips, pudding, nuts and cookies next week."

Estend felt dizzy and stared blankly as Hara Sora, Yamashita Rikuto, Sugiyama Mao, and Samuel walked in one by one: "Help me copy the regulations?"

Samuel walked to the table and nodded seriously: "I've finished copying mine. Kong said he'd help you copy it too."

"Zou's handwriting is very neat, it's very easy to imitate!" Sugiyama Mao revealed two dimples: "Let's do our best together!"

Yamashita Rikuto had already found a pen and was quietly copying it down from the best spot.

Estend heard a cheering sound from his wrist joint.

Every teammate looked like an angel at that moment.

He let out a cry that would make his wallet choose to die on the spot: "I'll cover next week's snacks!"

"Oh! I'm relieved to hear that!" He sat down with Yuan Kong, picked up a blank sheet of paper, flipped it over, and selected a copy of the regulations that Estend had copied earlier.

Yamashita Rikuto looked up at him and saw him cover the blank paper with the paper that Estend had written on, and then scrape it back and forth vigorously.

"What are you doing if you don't hurry up and do it?"

He grinned at Yuan Kong, a smug look on his face: "You're obviously an inexperienced newbie, yet you insist on imitating handwriting?"

"Huh?" Sugiyama Mao from next door turned around. She had just practiced writing a few words by slowly imitating their writing.

Yu Nayuan's smile widened, almost reaching his ears: "The paper we usually use is different from the paper used for documents. In order to save money, the paper that the logistics department purchases is much thinner, which means... we can just paste it on and copy it. Why do we have to imitate it word by word?"

Estend and Sugiyama Mao leaned closer and indeed saw a series of characters faintly imprinted through the paper, which was thinner than the documents they usually handled.

Just like tracing characters, it's more reliable than trying to imitate handwriting with your bare hands!

Following suit, Sugiyama Mao also found a copy of the regulations that Estend had made and covered it with a blank sheet of paper.

Samuel thought about it and decided to try it out himself.

Yamashita Rikuto snorted: "You've gained experience from being punished to copy too many texts."

As he copied, Yuan Kong said, "Well, what else? I always help Tetsuya copy when he makes a mistake."

Upon hearing the name "Tetsuya," Yamashita Rikuto's expression changed, and he silently began to trace characters.

"Ah... speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Tetsuya. I miss him a bit. I wonder if he's found a job back home and how he's doing." Yonahara Sora continued the conversation without realizing it.

“What’s so great about a deserter?” Yamashita Rikuto said. “He was terrified when he heard that the destruction was caused by a monster. Even though he was supposed to be rescuing people, he didn’t dare to go up at all.”

deserter……

Estend's heart skipped a beat.

[The son of a deserter!]

Hey, are you thinking about your deserter parents again? You're not going to desert too, are you?

[Those cowardly criminals who betrayed His Majesty's orders are not worth remembering. You should stop thinking about them. You are now a student of Arantar, with a bright future ahead of you.]

On the other side, Yuan Kong was still rambling on and on.

"You're just prejudiced. Monster, who wouldn't be afraid? It's understandable that he withdrew."

Yamashita Rikudou said with a gloomy face, "If you're afraid, don't join the rescue team. He didn't even remember our oath of joining the team."

"Don't compare him to a combat unit. It's good that he goes back. He can take care of the elderly at home, which is more reassuring than hiring a caregiver."

"Hmph." Yamashita Rikuto tightened his lips and remained silent.

Sugiyama Mao secretly observed their sudden silence and softened her breathing.

Samuel felt that the two chattering people had finally stopped, and he could finally have some peace and quiet. He even managed to trace the words a little faster.

Estend looked left and right, not knowing what to say, so he could only tear open the bag of potato chips.

Yohara Sora and Sugiyama Mao's eyes were immediately drawn to the packaging, but after seeing the words on the packaging, they turned away with obvious disappointment.

Super concentrated wasabi flavor.

The devil's choice.

Only Samuel, with practiced ease, reached into the bag, pulled out a half-broken potato chip, and popped it into his mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Changing Soul

early morning.

Suitable for practice.

The five team members crossed the finish line one after another, panting heavily.

Keita Kobayashi stopped his watch and continued flipping through the punishment regulations they had submitted.

When he turned to Estend's document, he noticed something amiss. After comparing it back and forth, he chuckled softly and continued flipping through the pages as if he hadn't noticed anything.

At the other end of the training field, an unlucky guy from the next team who accidentally overslept and was late was standing in full gear as punishment.

The most stuffy set of equipment used for fire resistance.

Eisted clicked his tongue, silently thanking his awesome teammates once again.

Just as I was thinking about how they were all family, an alarm suddenly went off and an emergency mobilization order came over the loudspeaker.

They instinctively sprinted towards the equipment depot, and soon several bright red rescue vehicles drove out.

One of the vehicles carried seven members of Hasegawa's team.

"Buzzing—"

Even from a great distance, you can hear the noise from afar.

The sound of a swarm of insects.

Hayato Hasegawa turned his head and saw a jet-black "ribbon" traveling across the sky above the city.

"Right under our noses... Keita, drive faster!"

"The accelerator is already floored, Captain!" Keita Kobayashi also had a serious expression. According to the report, it was a swarm of insects summoned by the monster. Although the monster has not yet appeared, they cannot let their guard down and must complete the evacuation of densely populated areas in the city as soon as possible.

"The Miura Squadron is responsible for the Katsutaka and Tachikawa wards, the Matsui Squadron is assisting the Katsutaka nursing home, the Hasegawa Squadron is going to the hospital, and the Shirashiro Squadron is on the move and will first go to assist Tachikawa Elementary School. Other locations are organizing their own evacuations and have not yet received any requests for assistance."

"Yes!"

At the next intersection, several rescue vehicles turned a corner and headed towards their respective targets.

Hasegawa's team sped to the hospital entrance, and as soon as they got out of the car, they saw a group of people wearing orange GUYS uniforms rushing towards the hospital's underground parking lot.

He whistled at Yuan Kong: "This uniform is way cooler than ours."

A head nurse rushed over and said urgently, "You've come! We're short-staffed, and some patients with mobility issues are still stuck in the hospital. We need to get them out as soon as possible!"

“Leave it to us,” Hasegawa Hayato nodded and said to the head nurse, “Please lead the way.”

The head nurse didn't hesitate and immediately turned and ran into the hospital, with Hasegawa's team following behind.

At the very back of the line, Samuel's eyes gleamed with silver light as his gaze pierced through the walls, focusing on a spot in the underground parking lot.