Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

In such dense fog, one can only be seen if one is close enough.

“Number Sixteen has appeared,” Number Thirteen said. “Number Twelve… Paradia and Sato Takuma are in his hands, and they are judged to be alive.”

The shadow started as a small patch of black and quickly expanded.

The heavy footsteps sounded like a giant beast pacing its territory, each step causing the shallows beneath it to tremble, the deep sound accompanied by a splashing sound.

The sound of splashing water reached my ears:

“Found you,” the giant beast said.

The fangs might scare your own people, but you shouldn't be stingy with them against enemies. Sosuke grinned; he knew that if a lizard's head smiled like a human, it would look terrifying.

“Tell him that the god Kirieloid forgives children who have strayed but have found their way back,” the father whispered.

Number Thirteen repeated her words verbatim: sitting in the seawater, she was still not even as tall as the other person's ankles. When she raised her head, she still spoke in the tone of reporting official business, far from the hostility she had shown when she first met Paradia.

To Sosuke, her words sounded absurd and laughable.

She paused for a moment, then added amidst the other person's muffled laughter, "Number Twelve too, God can bring her back."

"What kind of gods are the Kirieloids? I should thank you for your tolerance, for not stuffing a bunch of memories into me and making me forget who I am?" Sosuke restrained himself from clenching his claws—there were still two people clinging to them.

“God has given you the strength to protect yourself, and you can also protect others,” Number Thirteen continued, repeating the “Father’s” whisper: “How do you think we noticed you? Former squadron leader…”

"Shut up!" Cangjie snapped.

“You’re willing to listen, or you should act now,” hundreds of kilometers away, “Father” muttered to himself, head slightly bowed, looking like a madman to onlookers: “You care about your former captain and your predecessors, your strong desire, and… your repeated attempts to leave TPC headquarters during those months, violating regulations, caught our attention. TPC inspectors thought you wanted to escape, but we know you just wanted to go to the so-called ‘outskirts where the Nanyuan staff found you,’ hoping to meet the people who rescued you, and fantasizing that your captain and predecessors would also return. I can tell you some good news… news about them.”

"Them...?" Why did the Kirieloids have to tell him now of all times? They must be plotting something again! Sosuke silently warned himself, but he couldn't help asking, "You mean...them?"

"Back then, the G-Force was called the G-Organization. The first generation of pilots in the air force were all candidates for the Flying Swallow experimental aircraft. The Naga were also keen to explore the secrets of the ancient past. They feared and coveted the power of the Titans, so... you saw the white light, right? At its end was the Naga's spaceship. Your predecessors did not die on the spot. The person who saved you then, if you still have some memories, was the Gravekeeper, who is your current captain."

"This woman is definitely trying to trick me into causing trouble for the Naga so they can make other moves!" Cangjie sneered inwardly. He had already guessed that the captain had saved him, and he knew that the "accident" was caused by aliens. Did they really think he was some clueless idiot?

To lie, you have to mix truth and falsehood; there will always be some truth and some lies in it. Cangjie didn't mind hearing a bit of the truth and lies. In fact, the moment he heard the news about the old captain, he felt his head buzz, like a bell being struck by a bell ringer.

"And then?" Sosuke urged.

"Later they died. Two were used as test subjects, and one... your former captain, whose body is still alive. If our intelligence is correct, then his body is being used by the Naga high command as a new spiritual vessel—even the strongest individuals will face decay."

This is probably what it feels like to have your hopes just ignited only to be pushed back to rock bottom.

Although Sosuke was unwilling to believe a single word about the Kirieloids, he had to admit that the dying woman before him had indeed ignited his anger like a raging fire on autumn grass, and he desperately wanted to do something.

"The Naga are right now..." The Kirieloid's intention to strike while the iron was hot was exposed as she was about to succeed. Just as she was about to reveal the location, a gust of wind suddenly approached.

Number Thirteen was already dying; she could barely move and could only see a giant claw getting closer and closer. Then, she could see nothing at all.

The enemy they couldn't resist a few months ago, the minions of the Kirieloids, one died at the bottom of the sea, and the other was at their feet—Sousuke felt somewhat dazed.

One of the things this woman said before she died was true: "God gives you the strength to protect yourself, and you can also protect others."

Sōsuke now wants to add: He can also take revenge on the enemy.

He'd had enough of being the Kirieloids' guinea pig. Who knows if the address the Kirieloids gave him was occupied by Naga or some other alien race?

He was going to find the Naga himself, find all the aliens who had committed crimes on Earth, and of course, the most important thing now was to deal with the Kirieloids.

With so many alien beasts, if they had a radar system that could detect their own kind, Sosuke's radar would have been blaring non-stop. The Kirieloids releasing the alien beasts while the TPC was dealing with the mechanical civilization might have been a ploy to ambush them later.

Yes, they have long regarded TPC as a thorn in their side. If the humans organize themselves, how can the god Kirieloid continue his missionary work?

Perhaps the activities of the mechanical civilization are also inextricably linked to them! Using alien beasts to lure the captain away, then driving the mechanical civilization's programmed robots to storm TPC headquarters—perhaps the Naga were also instigated. Once the base is destroyed, humanity's elite forces wiped out, and everyone is immersed in grief and fear, wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity for their "god" to soothe hearts?

No wonder they secretly set up mission bases all over the world. Although they wear an absurdly exaggerated facade of adapting to local customs, they all worship "the one and only God from the stars." That must be it!

Sosuke's thoughts became increasingly clear. Two powerful auras from the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

It seemed to be calling him, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

Captain Aiba is probably in trouble. He doesn't realize that some strange alien beast is sitting down with him for tea, but he, Fujisawa Sosuke, is here! While the captain fights the leader of the alien beasts, he's responsible for drowning the other lackeys who try to join in the fun in the Pacific Ocean!

"Sousuke, Sousuke?" Perhaps he had been thinking for too long, for a voice called from his palm. Sousuke looked down and saw Captain Sato and Paradia looking at him with concern.

Sato stared intently into his brass-colored lizard eyes: "We also investigated the disappearance of the air force that year, and the list of related extraterrestrials does include Naga people, but the most important thing now is..."

"The most important thing is to deal with the alien beasts first," Sosuke said.

Huh? Sato, who thought he was going to be a psychologist, was stunned.

Sosuke grinned, and it has to be said that this brain of his could really give a child nightmares for half a year: "I've figured it out, and I'm very happy now."

"Happy?"

“Although I’ve become like a monster, I don’t have to just watch anymore. Remember when Golza appeared? I really, really wanted to join the battle, but I could only stay out of sight and listen to others discussing the GUTS and the Titans through my earpiece.” As Sosuke spoke, he suddenly pushed off with his feet, and his membranous wings awkwardly dragged his body up and down, but soon he regained his balance. His muffled laughter reached Sato and Paradia’s ears, like a tiger trying to befriend a cat, and when he opened his mouth, the “meow” turned into a “roar.”

But Sosuke didn't care, and Sato and Paradia could tell that the thunderous sound was laughter.

The moisture was dispersed by the wind whipped up by the membrane wings. Sosuke looked down at the coastline that was gradually receding into the distance. The bottom of the clouds was very close to his head, as if he could reach out and touch its softness.

He felt as if he had returned to the moment when he first joined the air force and sat in the cockpit for the first time. At that time, he imagined that the fighter jet would take off and the silver eagle would pierce through the rain clouds, a sight he could boast about for a lifetime.

Later he learned that if you suddenly pull up during takeoff, you'll either be lifted off your own or get shot off by the logistics team. Fighter jets shouldn't fly into rain clouds unless they're feeling a bit bored with life and want to drag their innocent, adorable, baby-like vehicle, which just came out of the factory, down with them.

Therefore, this image has always remained at the level of artistic fantasy, occasionally appearing in the chaotic dreams of young people.

But it’s different now!

Can't take off with a sudden lift? I'll just kick my legs and pull myself up from the ground!

Can't I just blindly charge at the rain clouds? Right now, the rain clouds are avoiding me!

See these scales? Peel off just one and a professor from the Institute of Life Sciences will personally open my yogurt lid!

Even though I sacrificed my looks, piloting a Gundam and I being a Gundam are practically the same thing, so I just can't refuse!

As long as Aya doesn't mind... he can practice embroidering with his claws!

Sosuke looked down at the people clinging to him and shouted, "I see our surface ships! I'll let you off right away. I'll go find the captain after I finish fighting the alien beasts!" He couldn't wait to fight alongside his captain!

The black shadow flew higher and higher, quickly turning into a black dot.

On the shore, Number Thirteen's pupils became completely cloudy. The signal from Vladivostok was cut off, and a sneer dissipated into the radio waves.

……

Fujisawa Sosuke's wild thoughts were not wrong.

His captain did indeed encounter some trouble.

Besides countless hidden eyes, TPC's observation ships, huddled at a distance, also watched the battlefield deep in the Pacific.

The observer stared at the screen, not daring to blink, his mouth agape as the bright and dark images flowed into his eyes like a stream.

The screen was filled with alien beasts. An unprecedented number, accompanied by the previous alerts from various TPC branches, they swarmed in like a swarm of mosquitoes targeting a brave man who dared to be bare-legged and shirtless.

But they quickly disappear with a "whoosh," vanishing in place as the bright light sweeps across them, or their parts are shattered and fall off the screen. Then, new alien beasts immediately take their place.

The azure particles rushed towards the screen like a blizzard.

The giant monster with golden eyes and black scales occasionally swept by, and azure particles chased and followed it, like soldiers following their commander.

"Have you ever played Fruit Ninja?" one observer couldn't find a good way to describe it: "They're gone in a flash, and our branch can only watch them disappear."

“The other one is doing the same thing,” his colleague said. “It’s good that they look like adversaries, but now they’re like two greedy snakes, sweeping away one while seizing the opportunity to bite the other in the middle.”

"Will it combine into an even bigger snake after being eaten?"

“I don’t know, even if they don’t combine, they’re not something we can handle,” his colleague thought for a moment. “We should get further away. Some monsters have fallen into the sea, and these two big monsters don’t seem to care about the ones that have fallen in.”