Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

Chapter 79 What is Ultraman Tiga (Part 2)

The moment Hiroshi Nagano's weathered yet still handsome face appeared on screen, countless people screamed, yelled, or made other noises.

Even for those whose tear ducts are not so firm, tears flowed out as if a floodgate had been opened.

Ten years — ten years without any new works or updates that have gained traction in China, leading many to be misled by rumors of Hiroshi Nagano's death in a car accident every year.

Now, finally!

They saw that old friend who had been a part of their childhood again, appearing before them in a familiar manner, as if saying, "It's been a long time."

In fact, Jun Sakurada didn't deliberately try to be sentimental during the filming of this scene; he simply aimed to faithfully recreate the scene of his first meeting with Hiroshi Nagano as much as possible.

They explained their purpose and gradually led the V6 members to witness the enthusiasm and anticipation of the Chinese fans.

But when Hiroshi Nagano intently gazed at the Chinese audience's praise and calls for Ultraman Tiga, and his face unconsciously revealed the same warm smile as it had back then, the infectiousness of it was simply unparalleled.

"So they still miss me. Come to think of it, I still owe them my light," Nagano Hiroshi said, his tone as gentle as a whisper to a child.

He still regards those who love him as his children from back then.

The live stream exploded—literally exploded.

The comments "Welcome back" and "That year, we all became light" flooded the screen, making it impossible to even see the image without the official emergency filtering.

Captains, admirals, governors, diamond fans—Tiga's massive fanbase has never lacked wealthy fans willing to spend lavishly. On just one platform, Ruizhan, the number of fans at the captain level and above was already approaching 100,000. Later, those costumed characters who clamored for "10,000 ships" could only weep in despair before the true god of costumes.

As for things like rockets, airplanes, mini-TVs, red carpets, and gold carpets, there are countless examples.

The longing accumulated over more than a decade was completely released at this moment, bursting forth like a torrent of passion.

The staff behind the scenes, especially the Japanese staff, had become somewhat numb to the outrageous figures of the money flowing out. They figured that the published figures would be astronomical and frightening, so it didn't matter if they were any bigger.

But don't rush, Jun Sakurada won't be satisfied with just this kind of emotional release.

In stark contrast to the harmony and happiness on V6's side, the situation on Takizawa Hideaki's side was quite unsatisfactory.

Because they didn't want to completely sever ties, no names were mentioned here. What stood in Takizawa's way were Johnny's long-standing rules and outdated practices:

The model of a fully paid fan club;

The tradition of not using streaming media;

Conservative stance on overseas markets;

Disdain for tokusatsu —

Hideaki Takizawa tried his best to persuade, change, and experiment, but those shackles were not so easy to change.

When the excited V6 members and Jun Sakurada arrived at Takizawa's office, they were greeted by Hideaki Takizawa's tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, this matter—may have to be handled slowly." Takizawa Hideaki said it tactfully, but his meaning was very clear.

At that moment, the smile on Nagano Hiroshi's face slowly froze.

In a room on the seventh floor of an apartment building in Nakano Ward, Tokyo.

"That's outrageous! Why not let Mr. Nagano reunite with his Chinese fans?" Sawaki Ao covered his mouth to express his indignation, clearly having been completely infected by the emotions in Sakurada Jun's short film.

She is much more cheerful now than she was two weeks ago, and at least she can communicate normally with people close to her.

"Don't worry at all, when has your senior brother ever suffered a loss?" A certain gruff fellow was intently watching Jun Sakurada's short film, but he sneered.

As someone born in 88 who has written lyrics about Kamen Rider and Ultraman, Tiga is also a significant part of Taka's childhood, so it's easy to empathize with him.

"Just wait and see, your senior brother will make his triumphant return soon." He added, as if remembering something:

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"Watch closely in a bit. His typhoon response, his performance style—these are all things you need to learn."

Ze Muqing nodded obediently, then turned his gaze back to the screen and continued watching, his eyes shining with a different kind of light.

Things are relatively peaceful here, but on the other side of the sea, some hot-tempered people are not so polite.

"Every day I ask, when will Keiko Fujishima's horse look like hers?"

"Mary Kitagawa is almost ninety years old, it shouldn't be long."

"Damn it! The thought of these insects blocking our view of Ultraman Tiga makes me want to ascend to heaven with their parents!"

It's just that there are no more birds and beasts in this era, otherwise, I don't know how many people would have mistaken the thief for their mother on the spot, and then happily rushed to the launch bridge without taking a family photo.

The atmosphere was slightly oppressive, followed by a series of flashbacks. When the camera stopped, the screen suddenly went black.

When the lights came on again, only Jun Sakurada, who was squatting on the threshold in his depression, and Hiroshi Nagano, who was standing next to him, remained.

"Why? Why can't such pure love bring good results?" Jun Sakurada muttered.

At this moment, even though they already knew the ending was a happy one, many people were already hardening their fists.

Nagano Hiroshi, on the other hand, seemed quite calm for some reason: "Why are you so sure?"

"Takizawa-san failed—"

"Jun, I have a question for you," Hiroshi Nagano sat down next to Jun Sakurada, "What do you think connects you, me, and all the kids who love Ultraman Tiga and Daigo?"

Sakurada Jun was silent for a few seconds, and Nagano Hiroshi wasn't in a hurry: "Then let me ask you a different question. What do you think is Ultraman Tiga?"

"—It is light." This time, Jun Sakurada gave the answer.

"That's right, it's light." Nagano Hiroshi smiled, a very happy smile.

"Light is hope, and light is also a bond. Back then, Tiga brought light to those children, and they lent their own light to Tiga!"

"This is the bond between us!"

He patted Jun Sakurada on the shoulder: "So, do you think the light has gone out now?"

Jun Sakurada instinctively wanted to answer, but at that moment, a sudden yet natural childish voice rang out not far behind him: "Tiga-ichi—"

Sakurada Jun turned around in shock. In the direction from which the voice came, a small, pure, and warm light was flickering.

Under their watchful eyes, the point of light slowly expanded, transforming into a palm-sized screen. On the screen was the figure of a child who looked no more than five or six years old. "Brother Tiga! Brother Daigo! Go for it! You're a great hero! Don't give up!"

The child was wearing a Tiga mask on his head, the kind that would instantly bring back childhood memories for any Chinese person. It was hanging diagonally on his head, and he was striking a pose as if he were shooting lasers.

"This is—" Sakurada Jun froze, his words trailing off as another voice rang out. This time, it wasn't just one: "Daigo, open your eyes. I'm Saffron—cough cough, wrong set. Anyway, accept my gift of light!"

"Hello, Mr. Ultraman Tiga! My child loves your show!"

"Nagano-san! I like you!"

Under Jun Sakurada's awestruck gaze, one point of light after another slowly emerged and unfolded, transforming into greetings.

There were children, teenagers, young adults in their early twenties just entering society, and also pillars of society in their thirties and forties. Their accents varied from south to south, and occasionally they would throw in a few words of Japanese or English with a strong local flavor.

But the underlying message they all convey is remarkably consistent.

In a dormitory in China, an ordinary college student stared blankly at the live stream on his phone. In the video, he saw himself saying the strange phrase "I am Shafulin," and he appeared before Nagano Hiroshi.

"I—Did Daigo see my greeting?" His voice trembled as he spoke, and after a moment, he suddenly jumped up like a madman: "You all saw it! That person was me! My voice reached Daigo's ears! Hahahahahaha—"

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"I know, you really deserve to die—" My roommate's reply was full of gritted teeth.

Such scenes are playing out almost simultaneously in China and even around the world.

That's right, the thousands of screens surrounding the two in the video are all genuine fan-shot videos.

This is yet another ultimate move prepared by Jun Sakurada, inspired by the Kamen Rider Saber finale that was supposed to air a year later.

During the week-long promotional period, he collected videos related to the theme "What I want to say to Ultraman Tiga" from the entire internet, selected hundreds of them, and stuffed them all into this scene.

There are men and women, young and old, covering all ages and regions of Ultraman Tiga's audience, and none of them are staged.

When the creators of these videos typed "That's me!" in the comments section, the sense of awe was unparalleled.

Jun Sakurada has really mastered the art of playing with nostalgia.

Twenty-four years ago, Tiga used the power of light to create Shining Tiga form, and that ending became an eternal classic.

Today, he's going to deliver an authentic, even more impactful, performance of "borrowing light"!

In the scene, Hiroshi Nagano looks around, listening to the calls of these enthusiasts, with a smile full of pride: "Look, after all this time, they are still willing to lend light to Ultraman Tiga, to lend hope."

"Immersed in light, how could Tiga possibly fail?"

"I made an agreement with them!"

As they spoke, the countless points of light around them grew increasingly benevolent. The light converged and blended, eventually transforming into a warm ocean that dispelled the surrounding darkness.

The image in the lens became brighter and brighter until it turned into a completely incandescent, still white.

The screen was silent, and so was the audience outside the screen. The viewers, whose emotions had been completely stirred, held their breath, waiting for the final ending.

But is it really just a simple ending?

"Newcomer, newcomer! Why are you asleep?"

"Seriously, just because you're on a mission with an ace pilot doesn't mean you can be this lax, does it?"

A rough laugh broke the silence, the white light faded, and Jun Sakurada reappeared in the scene, but Hiroshi Nagano was nowhere to be seen.

And the two incredibly familiar blue seatbelts on his body made countless people's hearts skip a beat.

This is the Flying Swallow?

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