Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

But all doubts were dispelled by a single sentence and a single action.

Samuel walked around him toward the base.

"Your clothes... you're no longer with the rescue team?"

"Well, now that my identity has been exposed, I can only go back to my old profession of research."

"Looks like they're treating you well, um... Estend."

"Ok?"

"Maple syrup pudding".

"??!"

The young man, still wearing his blue rescue team uniform, turned around and asked seriously, "Do you have any in stock?"

Estend blinked. He felt that Samuel's personality had changed since his return…

There was nothing on Ultra Cloud's side, so he could have returned much earlier, but there have been far too many Ultramen here lately. Samuel even encountered one with big horns and they talked for a while longer.

Estend had no idea how much he missed things on Earth.

Samuel stopped as he entered the building, and Estend realized he didn't know the way.

The two walked and talked about recent events, but actually it was Samuel who asked a question and Estend who rambled on and on.

"Mebius is a very kind and helpful young man. Whenever there's trouble with an experiment, we call him over—what's dangerous for humans is nothing to him. He's an expert at moving dangerous equipment!"

"Ah."

"He seems to really like curry rice, and I feel bad always making him do hard labor, so I'll treat him to a meal at Morita's curry restaurant. Samuel, you've never been there before, right? Shall we go there for dinner?"

"Spicy?"

"Ah, you can ask the boss to add less spice, but I don't think it's spicy at all. It's nowhere near as spicy as Hell Lava Curry."

"...Okay, let's give it a try."

If Estend had previously thought that Samuel was much easier to get along with after his return, that feeling was shattered when he led him to his den to rummage for snacks.

Samuel stood outside the door, frowning, looking around his room.

Because he was so engrossed in his research, Estend almost never tidied up his house. He would change his clothes every week and then stuff them all into the washing machine. Since they were all his own, he didn't care about anything.

“Chairman Rat, Estender,” Samuel said, arms crossed.

Then, with a glare, the gloves draped over the windowsill were pulled off, and the happy and resilient creature rolled around inside.

With a "whoosh," the silver flames sent it to paradise.

"Oh, I didn't notice." Estend scratched his head.

“It’s moldy,” Samuel said, glancing around as if trying to spot something else that was beyond saving: “...Well, two bags of potato chips.”

The half-eaten potato chips turned to ashes.

"It's tide."

The half-dead cactus was finally freed.

"I've taken such good care of it!" Estend picked up the flowerpot and kicked the pitcher full of lush green liquid against the wall: "Nutrient solution! Water it every day!"

"The roots are all rotten."

The calm eyes stared at him, and Eistend felt as if those eyes were saying, "You really know how to raise things."

Samuel's gaze lingered on the pillow that was half-exposed in the mattress.

Estend rushed over and hugged it: "This won't do! It's an important mascot! It can increase the success rate of the experiment!"

Samuel tilted his head; it was a Mebius cushion, which he had seen before at GUYS Citizens' Appreciation Day.

“Everyone in the research institute has one… a mascot…” Estend’s voice trailed off under his gaze: “Well-designed, adorable, and with a lucky charm…”

“You need to wash it; there’s chili oil,” Samuel pointed to his cheek against the pillow. “You’re eating in bed?”

"Oh, oh..." Estend responded, preparing to take the pillowcase out, but halfway through, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Didn't you come here looking for food? Why are you picking on me now!"

"Living with rats will make you sick."

Estend decides to retract his assessment of Samuel as "straightforward," and Samuel becomes annoyed!

Samuel may have noticed some problems before, but he kept quiet and was obedient! The most common state he was in was to stand aside quietly and wait for orders.

Ah... if I had known it would be this kind of personality, the old one would have been better!

Estend crumpled up the pillowcase and pile of dirty clothes, threw them into the washing machine, and when he returned, he found Samuel had already tucked himself into the armchair.

"Hey, if you're so picky, why don't you come and help out... There's still room to tidy up."

Estend stopped mid-sentence.

The young man was curled up slightly, head down, fast asleep.

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Chapter 85 Unattainable Understanding

"Are you going back to the rescue team?"

Estend returned from the lab, eager to drag him to see the latest equipment, but to his surprise, the first thing Samuel did after waking up was to say goodbye.

"Why..." Estend said, somewhat disappointed. "You can be my assistant. You've met the people from GUYS before, and they're all easy to get along with."

Having gotten plenty of rest, Samuel was in good spirits. The sun was shining brightly, and fine dust motes floated gently in the light and shadow.

“My task is not yet complete,” Samuel said.

Upon hearing the word "mission," Eistend thought that the Yapool's system had been resurrected, and his hair stood on end. After carefully checking the situation and finding that Samuel was not in any abnormal state, he realized that he had been overly paranoid.

Noticing Estend's gaze, Samuel explained, "When I first came to Earth, I destroyed a shopping mall."

Estend didn't expect that he was still holding a grudge about that incident.

Indeed, I remember seeing people buried under the rubble and the hand of a child holding a lollipop between the concrete slabs.

“The one who has the right to say ‘forgive’ is dead,” Samuel said, his face expressionless. “You said, ‘Let’s go to atone.’”

Victims cannot be brought back to life, and those who have the right to say "forgiveness" can never speak out.

Aside from constantly pulling other lives back from the brink of death, he didn't know what other way to make amends—although he knew that nothing could make up for lives that had already been lost.

"But, back then..."

"I made that."

"No, it's because...because of the teacher..."

"Samuel also destroyed many places, serving as obedient 'weapons'," the young man turned his gaze to the sky, seemingly looking at the stars beyond the clouds: "Gran Star, Disria Star, Elli Star, Iru Star..."

With each name announced, Estend's heart sank lower and lower into an unseen abyss.

He lowered his head and remained silent, but Samuel stood up from his chair.

"Boom!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Estend felt like his head was about to split open: "What are you doing?!"

“Looking gloomy,” Samuel withdrew his hand from the flick on the forehead. “If I did it, there’s absolutely no reason for me to run away.”

“Estend, I will avenge the culprit and atone for my actions.”

"At that time, your teacher..."

Samuel walked straight away.

Estend stood there, instinctively clutching the name tag his teacher had given him, when suddenly it felt burning hot. He ripped it off and threw it on the table.

"Ding--"

The nameplate rolled a few times, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

He walked a few steps to the table, then slowly reached out and grasped the nameplate in his palm.

After hesitating for a moment, he went to another room, opened a locked cabinet, and placed the half-burnt nameplate on the bottom shelf.

"Don't underestimate my determination."

Close the cabinet door tightly and lock it.

“Estend, no, Aiba Kanade, wants to stay here.”

"Stay on this planet."

……

Dark space in the universe.

“Ka-la-la—”