Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"Haruka smiled." Hasegawa Hayato was relieved.

"Thank you so much." Hasegawa Mie looked at her daughter's back, which was no longer cowering, and finally felt a sense of relief after several days.

They arrived early, and some of the souvenir stalls were still being set up, displaying only small trinkets, T-shirts, and CDs.

"Excuse me, didn't you say there were commemorative Mebius figures?" Mao Sugiyama called out to a staff member, gesturing a large circle with her hand: "And those super cute giant body pillows with his face on them!"

"Ah, it's still in the warehouse. Because it's too big to move and takes up too much space, it's being laid out last," the staff member gave Mao Sugiyama a knowing smile. "I'm also looking forward to the Mebius souvenir."

On the other end, the GUYS warehouse.

"What are you standing there for in the future?" Aihara Ryu asked, pulling a small cart loaded with several large cardboard boxes filled with plush toys.

Hibino Mirai stared at the pile of furry, somewhat familiar, silver-red objects, feeling a little stiff: "Dragon, what's that...?"

“They’re Mebius plushies and pillows,” Kinoko Amaya peeked out from behind a tall pile of cardboard boxes. “Aren’t they cute? It was the logistics department’s idea. Luckily, the manufacturer acted quickly, otherwise they wouldn’t have made it in time for this customer appreciation day.”

Little Eleking hopped on the doll mountain and then, with a "whoosh," buried himself in the soft, fluffy pile of Mebius.

The logistics department was very thoughtful, even designing different expressions for the pillows. The weight of Little Eleking pulled the face of one of the pillows crooked, and the pillow next to it with the "*00*" expression seemed to be looking at it.

"Image rights are very important. Did you even ask Ultraman Mebius's opinion?" As a soccer player, Sadaharu Ikaruga knew that image was a major source of revenue. He poked the exposed plush toy:

"Hmm, the quality is not bad."

It was a bit bouncy, and he couldn't resist poking it a couple more times.

Amami Tani glanced down at the chibi version of Mebius, whose cheeks were still flushed, and chose to suppress her sense of justice: "Mebius will like it too, right? Besides, it's just a limited edition this time, and it's a free gift..."

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Aihara Ryu raised his voice, took two steps forward and got close to the face of the person who was standing there dumbfounded, and said in astonishment, "You can blush in front of a plush toy?"

Upon hearing this, Hibino Mirai blushed even more intensely; if this were a scene from a manga, steam would probably be rising from her head.

He turned his head and covered his blushing ears, stammering, "Y-yes, it's very cute, Mebius... he'll... he'll like it." Then, realizing his clumsy attempt to cover up his mistake, he quickly changed the subject: "Oh, is there anything else you need to move? I'll go help!"

Hibino Mirai dashed into the warehouse at an almost imperceptible speed.

"...His sprinting speed has improved again?" Aihara Ryu clicked his tongue.

“We’ve already moved all the things from Thanksgiving Day…” Amagi Kinomi subconsciously rubbed the plush outer layer of the toy.

Whether Mebius liked these dolls or not is unknown, but visitors certainly did. A bunch of dolls and cushions were displayed, and the souvenir stall was quickly overwhelmed by crowds.

Mao Sugiyama held onto Haruka Ko, steadfastly remaining within the crowd. She demonstrated remarkable resilience, refusing to be pushed out of the throng.

"Really? Metal faces and bulbous eyes are that popular?" Sora and Hara walked away from the crowd as if they had seen something terrifying, and followed Keita Kobayashi quickly toward the place that introduced the history of the defense force. The GUYS hangar was open in the afternoon, so they could only look at other things first.

"I can't squeeze in," Eistend said, shading his eyes with his hand and peering at the massive crowd on tiptoe. "I was hoping to see if there were any of your toys..."

No, making dolls out of something that's all black and patterned would only turn it into a children's cult classic.

Samuel took his hand and led him to the artificial monster exhibit area, where Amani Kinomi, having finished moving her things, was clearing her throat to introduce Little Eleking to the children.

To be honest, in Samuel's limited memory, he had never seen such a small, seemingly harmless monster.

She would also do a double somersault while making "whimpering" sounds, and curl herself up into a ball in Amatsuki no Mi's arms.

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Estend stared blankly as Samuel reached out his hand to King Elek...

"Danger! Don't touch it!" Amakuya Kinomi hugged Eleking, but Samuel's hand was already on the little monster's head.

"Zi la la-"

The electric current visibly exploded all over Samuel's body.

"Are you... alright?" The scene of being electrocuted unconscious, which she had imagined, did not occur, and Amani Kinoshita asked cautiously.

The impetuous older friend in front of him shook his head with a calm expression.

"Even Little Eleking can restrain its power now?" Amakuya Kinomi wondered, noticing that the electric current hadn't harmed anyone and hadn't affected her, who had also touched it.

A cheerful voice rang out beside her: "You guys are here too!"

"Huh?" Amani Kinomi adjusted her glasses. "You two know each other?"

“They’re from the Kanto Disaster Relief Team, if I remember correctly?” Kazama Marina smiled at Estend and Samuel, and after receiving confirmation from the former, she introduced them to Amamiya Kinomi: “They are the rescue team members I mentioned last time, the ones I met in Green City.”

Amani Kinomi looked at them with a more friendly expression, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then, not forgetting her work, continued to introduce the artificial monsters to the curious visitors one by one.

There were many activities on Thanksgiving Day. After visiting a few, it was already noon. The group then went to GUYS' cafeteria for a special lunch.

Sora Nahara and Mao Sugiyama praised the omelet rice shaped like the GUYS logo. Halfway through their meal, they saw Sadaharu Ikaruga appear in the cafeteria. Some football fans, forgetting everything else, swarmed around him, making it impossible for him to get through.

The highlight of the afternoon tour was the GUYS hangar. Those who weren't particularly interested rested outside, waiting for the later airshow. Sora Ayahara and Rikuto Yamashita followed the crowd closely, listening to Ryu Aihara's explanation.

"It's so enviable to fly such a cool fighter jet," said Sora Ahara, gazing longingly at the Phoenix's gold and red livery, which lived up to its name. "A man's dream is the sky. Even though my name has the character 'sky' in it, I haven't been able to become a pilot. It feels like something is missing."

“It’s normal that you didn’t pass the pilot exam when you first joined the team, Fatty Sora,” Yamashita Rikuto turned his gaze to the lollipop with the GUYS logo that Sora was holding in his hand: “You’ve just finished lunch and you’re already stuffing yourself with sweets. Be careful your belly gets back to its original size.”

That's right. When Yonahara Sora first joined the team, he was a guy with a huge appetite, like the sky. His sweet tooth and lack of proper planning of calorie intake and expenditure led to this. Even though he passed the physical fitness test, Hasegawa Hayato was still worried for a long time about whether he could be recruited.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint the captain's expectations. Under the loving (testing) and caring (punishment) encouragement, he became a qualified rescue team member with a healthy skin tone and a qualified body fat percentage.

Yuan Kong gritted his teeth and replied:

"You talk as if you can become a pilot, you're such a one-trick pony."

In school, Rikuto Yamashita excelled in Japanese language classes and his math grades were terrible. As a result, he spent several years in an obscure university. After graduation, he wanted to join GUYS, but because he was so bad at math that he couldn't even get a double-digit score by guessing, he was ruthlessly rejected. In the end, he chose to join the disaster relief team. He finally guessed a few numbers correctly on his theory test for joining the team, and with the help of the general knowledge questions, he managed to pull himself back from the brink of failure.

That being said, his scratching his head when faced with numbers became a popular topic of conversation among the rescue team at the time.

Hit where it hurt, Yamashita Rikuto retorted with a look of disgust: "Fatty Sora."

"The one who excels only in one subject."

"Fatty Kong!"

"The one who excels in only one subject!"

The children around them consciously kept their distance from them, although their main focus was still on the Phoenix, they would occasionally glance at the two strange uncles.

"Look how childish they are," a little boy whispered to his playmate.

"Yeah yeah……"

Aihara Ryu was proudly showing off his beloved wings when a commotion suddenly broke out behind him.

"What?" Aihara Ryu looked toward the hangar entrance.

His commentary stopped, and the others who were still whispering among themselves gradually fell silent, puzzled by the commentator's performance.

As the background noise from the conversation inside the hangar subsided, the noise outside grew clearer.

Can't you hear this sound?

It's Hibino Mirai.

Then came the sound of a child crying.

"What's going on... that guy made the child cry?" Aihara Ryu strode out, followed by a crowd of people who were either bewildered or curious.

Mao Sugiyama comforted Haruka, who had been frightened by Mirai Hibino's sudden outburst, while Mie Hasegawa knelt down, hugged Haruka, gently patted her back, and whispered words of comfort.

Hayato Hasegawa was quite surprised by the GUYS member's sudden erratic behavior, and he stepped forward to shield his wife and daughter.

"What's going on, Future?" Aihara Ryu and Kuze Teppei, who was lecturing about the history of the defense force not far away, stepped forward. Seeing the commotion, the others also temporarily put down their work and moved closer.

"Who are you? Answer me!" Ignoring Aihara Ryu's question, Hibino Mirai turned around, her body tense like a cheetah ready to pounce, and shouted at a little boy.

"Wow wow wow..."

Another one was scared to tears.

The little boy shrank into his parents' arms in fear, but Hibino Mirai followed him closely with hostility. The GUYS members quickly grabbed him and pulled the strangely behaving guy aside.

Outside the crowd, Estend stared at the sky, his face pale.

He glanced back at Samuel instinctively, as if afraid the person beside him would disappear.

“They’re here…” Estend murmured, “It shouldn’t be like this. According to the plan, they shouldn’t be here this early, especially since I…” He had exaggerated Mebius’s combat performance. Given Professor Foto’s personality, he would probably choose a more prudent approach and prepare for a while longer.

"Is the third phase about to begin?" Samuel asked him.

In the first phase, pioneers collected intelligence on various forces on Earth, especially the combat data of the Ultra Warriors sent by the Land of Light.

In the second phase, the expedition plan will be adjusted based on intelligence data.

The third phase involves invading Earth, turning the Land of Light to ashes, and expanding the Yapool's fame throughout the universe.

“No, no, let me confirm this again,” Estend said. “The teacher will definitely contact me.”

Chapter Fifty-Two: Blood Rain

It rained blood from the sky.

This is typical of the Yabo people.

The Yapools need to collect energy from other life forms to sustain their "aggregates of resentment" that wander in other dimensions.

It transcends the "matter" itself and truly enters the world of the "spirit." Even if it is temporarily defeated, as long as the emotion of "resentment" exists, the "aggregate of resentment" can slowly accumulate power and wait for an opportunity to "resurrect." In a sense, it is proof of the Yapool's eternal existence.

The Yabo people, who had destroyed too many civilizations, naturally hoped for the "immortality" of their own civilization.

They placed their hopes for "immortality" on constructing "another-dimensional king," and they did indeed succeed. As a result, the Yapool gained the approval of His Majesty the Dark Emperor and became one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

In the years to come, even if the Yapool's biological lineage unfortunately ceases to exist, the "aggregate of resentment" will still linger in the other dimension, reminding life in the universe that the Yapool are still "alive".