Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Regarding Seven's human form being Dan Moroboshi, the human world seems to have reached some kind of silent agreement—no one denies it, and no one questions it.

When the cleaners at TPC headquarters see Dan Moroboshi going in and out of Choi Myung's office, they just smile and say, "Mr. Moroboshi is here again." When EDF soldiers encounter him strolling around the camp, they treat him as "Captain Choi's old friend" and warmly offer him a bottle of water.

Everyone pretended not to understand: they knew he was Seven, they knew he could transform into a red giant tens of meters tall, but no one would be foolish enough to ask, "Are you Ultraman?" Just like what Sawai said to his subordinates: "Some things are better left unsaid; don't cause trouble for others." After all, Seven was there to help, not to be an "experimental specimen." This tacit understanding was humanity's most basic respect for a hero.

As for Cui Ming's identity, more and more people belatedly "remembered" it as his interactions with Dan Moroboshi increased. Some people dug out dusty Showa-era tokusatsu DVDs, watched the "Storm One" in the anime "Ultraman Ace" wearing a blue team uniform and acting nimbly, and compared it with the scene of Cui Ming taking down monsters with his bare hands in reality, and suddenly realized: "Holy crap! So the instructor is Storm One from the anime!"

This discovery, like a pebble dropped into water, quietly spread among those in the know. Previously, everyone only thought that Cui Ming's fighting power was outrageous, able to fight monsters head-on without being at a disadvantage. Now, they finally found the reason—he was the "human war god" of the Ultraman world during the Showa era! In the anime, he could withstand the attacks of super beasts and charge forward. In reality, it doesn't seem so hard to understand that he could kick with the force of hundreds or even thousands of tons.

An old soldier dug out some treasured screenshots from old anime, pointing to the scene where Cui Ming and Hokuto Seiji fought side by side, and said to the young soldiers with emotion: "Look, back then, he combined with Ultraman Ace's human form to fight, and the super beast on the other side was beaten so badly that it didn't even recognize its own mother! Now that I think about it, it's no coincidence that the instructor could summon Seven and become sworn brothers with the Ultra Warriors!"

Once this news spread, those who already held Choi in awe were even more afraid to provoke him. Before, some would privately grumble that "Captain Choi's training is too strict," but now even that complaint disappeared—it's no joke! A ruthless character who fights alongside Ultra Warriors and has slain countless enemies in the Showa universe, isn't strictness to be expected? If you really anger him, it won't be as simple as a lecture; you might actually experience being "kicked away by hundreds of tons of force."

Some TPC researchers even said privately, "Whatever equipment Captain Cui needs in the future, we'll give him priority! Don't ask why, just because he's Storm One, we have to support him!" After all, everyone knows that with such a "Showa veteran" around, Earth is like having an extra layer of "Ultraman connections" for protection. This kind of powerful figure can't be offended.

Cui Ming seemed completely unconcerned about these discussions. When someone cautiously asked him, "Is it Storm One from the animation?" he simply raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "If you think it is, then it is; if you don't, then it isn't." His silence, neither confirming nor denying, only solidified everyone's suspicions.

Dan Moroboshi would occasionally tease him about it: "I didn't expect you to be quite famous in this world."

Cui Ming leaned back in his chair, toying with his Ultraman glasses, and said casually, "Thanks to you, I did hang out with you guys back in the day."

The two exchanged a smile and neither brought it up again. Some identities don't need to be explicitly stated; some tacit understandings are best kept in the heart. Humanity, on the other hand, is happy to maintain this unspoken agreement—after all, with Storm One and Seven around, Earth's safety seems to have gained another reliable layer of protection.

On the training ground in the early morning, dust rose with the sound of synchronized footsteps—the entire GUTS team, dressed in training uniforms, were undergoing basic combat training with Dan Moroboshi. Daigo stood in the middle of the team, punching and kicking according to the commands. Although his movements weren't the most agile, he was extremely serious, putting all his strength into every punch.

Dan Moroboshi stood at the front of the group, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Daigo, whose movements were slightly clumsy. He didn't correct him immediately, but waited until one round of movements was finished before walking over to Daigo and patiently adjusting his posture: "Don't be too stiff in your shoulders when you punch. Concentrate your power in your fist, not your arm." As he spoke, he gently grasped Daigo's wrist, guiding him to punch again. "See, this way the power is smoother, and it also saves energy." Daigo tried it once and indeed felt much easier. He nodded quickly: "Thank you, Dan Moroboshi-senpai! I'll try again!" He practiced the adjusted movements repeatedly, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he didn't stop to rest.

Lina wiped her sweat and smiled at Hori beside her, saying, "I didn't expect Dan Moroboshi to be so patient. I thought Ultraman's training would be very strict."

Horii, while catching his breath, replied, "Maybe it's because we're all human? You see, when you were instructing us, even your tone was much softer." Nori chimed in, "Besides, Daigo is the most dedicated to training, so you'd definitely be happy to give him more pointers."

Dan Moroboshi seemed to have heard their discussion, turned to the group and smiled, "Training is to help you protect yourselves in battle, not to make things difficult for you. Take your time, finding your own rhythm is the most important thing." After saying that, he walked to the front of the group and continued to lead everyone in training. The sunlight shone on him, making him look less sharp on the battlefield and more gentle.

After training ended and the team members were resting, Dan Moroboshi and Choi Myung sat under the shade of a tree by the field and chatted. When the topic turned to Gen Otori, who was training in another universe, Dan Moroboshi's tone immediately became serious: "That kid Gen Otori has been a bit lax lately, so I tripled his physical training. He has to run 50 kilometers with weights every day and fight ten simulated monsters. He's not allowed to rest until he meets the requirements."

Cui Ming was unscrewing the water bottle when he heard this. He raised his eyes and said in a flat tone, "Fifty kilometers? That's too easy for him. When I was training in Qatar, running 100 kilometers was just the basics."

Dan Moroboshi shook his head helplessly: "Indeed, he's different from you. After all, he's not human, and his physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. Training according to human standards is simply ineffective. But this kid is quite resilient. He's never complained about even the toughest training. He just gets stubborn occasionally and insists on fighting the simulated monsters head-on."

“A bit of stubbornness is good; only with drive can you break through your limits.” Cui Ming took a sip of water. “Katachan was the best; that kid’s fighting ability improved by a whole level after he came back. But judging from what you’ve said, he’s gotten a bit cocky lately.” He put down the water bottle and tapped his fingers lightly on the ground. “Once things are over here, I’ll send him back to Katachon and let him have a few more ‘good exchanges’ with the Katachon demons, and while he’s at it, let him refresh his memory of the ‘survival rules’ there—I want to see if he dares to slack off again.”

Dan Moroboshi frowned: "Katachan is too dangerous. What if he gets injured?"

“It’s good to get hurt, and you only learn from your mistakes when you feel pain.” Cui Ming’s tone was firm and unwavering. “Back then, weren’t we always training on the brink of death? He’s Ultraman Leo, and the enemies he’ll face in the future are a hundred times more terrifying than the Katachan demon. If we don’t push him now, are we just going to let him die on the battlefield?”

Moroboshi Dan was silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded—he knew Cui Ming was right; rigorous training wasn't torture, but the best protection for Feng Yuan. "Alright, then you arrange it as you see fit, just don't push that kid too hard."

Cui Ming didn't reply, but instead gazed at the GUTS members teasing each other in the distance, his eyes softening. For him, whether it was training Feng Yuan or watching the GUTS team grow, it was all about ensuring these "juniors" could stand firm in future crises—after all, true protection is never about shielding them from all storms, but about teaching them how to face them on their own. (End of Chapter)