Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

The old injury aggravated by running caused him to unconsciously slow down. By the time he took a deep breath and tried to launch a forceful attack, Mephisto had already regained his composure and was gathering his strength to form a dark grenade.

He had to interrupt his attack and leap into the air to dodge.

The dark grenade seemed to have eyes, biting him tightly, then throwing out a light blade to detonate the "tail" that was chasing him. The blue crystal that was originally full on his chest had dimmed considerably.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Mephisto looked up at the silver figure in the blood-red sky, “Are you ‘his’ puppet? Or some unknown giant from somewhere?”

His response was a light whip that crackled at the tip.

Mephisto easily dodged it and countered with Dark Ray Feather.

Samuel finally spoke: "Who are you?" Why do you also have this repulsive aura about you? Who... is its owner?

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles suddenly laughed. It turned out that this "troublemaker" was a guy who knew nothing.

"Ah, I suddenly—don't want to tell you anymore," the laughter abruptly stopped, the dark giant stomped on the ground, and the already shattered ground was dented again with a "bang," the next instant, the demonic claw full of light was pressed against Samuel: "Die!"

"Sizzle, crack—BOOM!!!"

The hastily deployed barrier could only provide limited resistance. Samuel raised his foot to kick away the approaching enemy, but a more powerful red energy blast pushed him and his shield off the ground.

A fierce wind swept in from behind again, and Galberos's attack, combined with Mephisto's actions, followed closely behind.

The extremely hot flamethrower slashed across my back, a sensation comparable to being submerged deep in magma.

"Samuel!"

Jun Sakuma, who shared Samuel's vision, found himself enveloped in blinding light once again. He heard the silver giant's muffled groan and couldn't help but worry about his condition.

"Don't worry, the same sneak attack from behind..." His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I expected this."

Forcing himself to hold his breath, Samuel

With arms outstretched, enduring the fireballs from behind, the light shield shattered in front of him, and the timer flashed with an undeniable deep blue light.

"Varied……"

Mephisto thought the other party would be eager to get rid of the uninvited guest, but he did not expect that when he was attacked from both sides, the other party would not hesitate to withstand Garuberos's attack in order to deal with him!

A light, deep blue in color and silver in color, burst forth before his eyes, and a torrent of light, carrying immense momentum, rushed towards him without mercy! Mephistopheles instinctively put his arms in front of him.

Extremely hot light streams cut into the skin of the arm, and the parts that were not shielded were also bombarded. Intense, melting pain spread from the part directly exposed to the light to the whole body.

"Hmph." Samuel simply concentrated all his energy and poured it into the timer. The light stream suddenly burst forth with even more dazzling colors, forcibly pushing the defensive dark giant toward the dark red sky!

The dark realm seemed to echo Mephistopheles's current state; the clear landscape lost its boundaries like a smudged oil painting, the colors merging and turning into chaos.

outside world.

"Crackling...whoosh!"

A spiderweb-like crack appeared out of nowhere at the bottom of the clouds, from which a magnificent stream of light surged forth, instantly stealing the sun's brilliance and illuminating the sparse cirrus clouds even more clearly.

The light was so intense that even the nearby clouds were edged with silver.

The roar startled the residents walking on the street. They opened their eyes halfway and looked into the somewhat blinding sunlight, only to see a fleeting "lightning".

This lightning is really strange; there were no rain forecasts for the past few days.

Moreover, the weather is clear now, with only wispy cirrus clouds in the sky, showing no signs of an impending thunderstorm.

Shuto Saya, who was anxiously searching for her subordinates on the 10th floor, also felt the sudden increase in brightness around her under this "lightning". She looked up in surprise and saw wisps of clouds riding the wind, drifting leisurely past the pale winter day.

Chapter Twenty: Review

The battle that day gave the city an urban legend about daytime lightning.

While continuously replaying videos of people who happened to have filmed the "lightning," Genrai Jinzo also organized the eyewitness accounts.

During a break from work, he refreshed the URL that was stuck on the news homepage and, sure enough, saw some dubious reports about daytime lightning—all of which steered the conversation toward the unusual discharge phenomenon.

Several impressive photographs of the abnormal discharge phenomenon were also included, and the experts gave a presentation on the spot, offering insightful and persuasive explanations.

Regardless of whether Shinzo Negi is once again harping on journalistic ethics, after witnessing Riko Saita's death, Kazuki Komon is greeted not with comfort from his teammates, but with an investigation from TLT.

Jun Sakuma was also given a small room and had to face a row of stern-faced inspectors.

The cramped, lead-gray walls, the extremely monotonous tables and chairs, and the simple table lamp.

Three officials who looked to be quite old sat upright behind a long table. A young clerk had his notebook open, and a typist was watching him from behind a computer.

Ha, the old-fashioned habits of conservatives, even the review records require both a handwritten version and an electronic version.

"According to Shudo Saya's account, you were assigned to carry out the memory erasure missions on the eighth, ninth, and tenth floors. She found that you did not answer the phone, so she went to the tenth floor to look for you, which took thirteen minutes, during which she did not receive any response from you."

The official in the center tapped the table with his pen, adding a new sound to the space that was otherwise filled only with the sounds of breathing and the clatter of typing.

Jun Sakuma looked directly at him, trying to appear as sincere and open as possible: "I went to the rooftop at the time."

What are you doing on the rooftop?

"I heard an unusual noise, uh, like the roar of an alien beast."

The clerk paused his pen and glanced at him. The official on the left said calmly, "Apart from the Dark Giant and Ultra Warriors encountered by Kazuki Komon, no other alien beast vibration waves were found in that area."

Sakuma Jun, following his own words, began to let his thoughts wander freely: "Logically speaking, alien beasts shouldn't appear in densely populated city centers, so I was also puzzled as to why I heard such a sound, so I followed the source and ran to the rooftop."

The official in the center leaned back, unconsciously opening and closing the pen cap: "So what did you discover?"

"I didn't see anything, so I started searching and stayed on the rooftop for a while..."

"Well, go on."

"Then I saw...an unusually bright light suddenly appear in the sky."

This time, the officials became serious, and the clerk unconsciously sat up straight and turned his gaze toward him.

Jun Sakuma's talent for crafting fabricated news stories allowed him to answer with ease:

"Perhaps it was the influence of an unknown alien beast, but I didn't receive a call from Commander Shudo. At that time... a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, which was indeed somewhat similar to lightning, but not the same, if someone like me happened to be watching that direction."

"Just a coincidence?"

“Hmm,” Jun Sakuma said, getting into the swing of writing the script: “Of course I was on high alert when I heard the sound of the alien beast. It’s funny, though, it was just a few sparrows that had landed on the fence, but it scared me so much that I turned around to check the situation.”

"It was at that moment that I saw that excessively intense light."

In another room, Shuto Saya was also...

He sat upright on the stool and confessed everything he knew.

"I couldn't find Sakuma on the tenth floor, and because my walking back and forth disturbed the residents, I had to retreat to the fire escape to avoid arousing suspicion and causing further trouble."

The woman, serious to the point of being somewhat rigid, stated bluntly: "Then I saw Sakuma coming down from the fire escape."

"What was his condition at the time?" The investigators focused on this key question.

"Yes, at that time..."

"I was extremely panicked at the time," Jun Sakuma recalled his state at the time. Samuel returned to the consciousness space to recuperate immediately after the battle. Although he was not physically injured, he was indeed covered in sweat.

“He looked flustered and was sweating profusely,” said Shuto Saya.

After regaining his human form, Jun Sakuma found himself on the rooftop. Remembering his unfinished memory erasure mission, he could only rush down the fire escape, afraid that he would take too long and arouse suspicion from his superiors.

Little did he know that Shuto Saya would come looking for him. When Sakuma Jun came down to the tenth floor and was face to face with Shuto Saya, he couldn't control his expression and indeed showed a guilty look.

Jun Sakuma explained, "Because I didn't receive any warning about the alien beasts, but I still witnessed strange events, and I couldn't get through on the phone, I had to run downstairs to find my colleague... Luckily, Commander Shuto was there."

The official in the center nodded, seemingly without any particular distrust of his words: "Besides that light, the alien beast's voice, and the unreachable phone, what else did you encounter?"

"That's all, sir. That's all I know."

Jun Sakuma leaned forward, craning his neck slightly, as if eager for an answer: "Also, have you confirmed whether it was really an alien beast at the time? If they can appear in the city center, that would be terrifying."

The official on the right coughed: "Don't ask irrelevant questions, Sakuma. Your confidentiality rules should clearly state that."

……

With a heavy heart, Jun Sakuma waited until the end of the workday. As usual, he offered a word of comfort to Hiroyuki Misawa, who was numb from being "whipped" by the files. Then, he went to the school to pick up Karin and started making dinner for her.

"Karin, don't sit too close to the TV," Jun Sakuma said as he removed the tendons from the pork tenderloin, sliced ​​it, and then tenderized it with the back of a knife. "You have to do your homework after dinner, so put your bag back in your room first!"

Samuel, who had been curled up in his sleep in the consciousness space, finally woke up and saw Jun Sakuma pouring cooking wine over the meat.

To be honest, during the few days when his human host was recuperating and he had to control the body, Samuel had a certain awe for "cooking," which was tantamount to... "magic."

Seeing his father's skillful technique, he couldn't help but praise him.

"You're awake? I thought you were going to sleep for days," Jun Sakuma said, washing and chopping the mushrooms and onions before adding oil to the pan.

"My recovery ability is very good, so there's no need to worry about that minor injury."

Jun Sakuma chuckled: "Your vision blurred for a moment when you were about to deal with that suddenly appearing alien beast."

"Don't forget that I shared vision with you back then. Even if I couldn't perceive your physical condition, I'm not blind. As a memory police officer, I'm exceptionally observant and won't miss a single detail."

“Hmm,” Samuel didn’t follow his lead, but instead reminded him, “The smallest white crystals in the spice box are salt?”

"Huh?" Jun Sakuma glanced at the small spoon he had unconsciously picked up while he was speaking.

It was holding itself above the food being cooked, a spoonful of suspicious powder smeared on the mixture of mushrooms and onions.

"You added too much salt again, you'll have to eat it all yourself," the hateful "monster" mocked mercilessly in my ear. "Is the next step to prepare milk and bread for Karin's dinner?"

"Is the stuff in the fridge expired?"

Chapter Twenty-One: Cultivators