Ultraman cubs begin to wreak havoc.

We still need to go to the forest. The children in the academy will be left in the care of Makihara and Moriyama, and the headmaster will be here soon.

Thinking of this, Misato got up and was about to leave the teachers' office when she bumped into Teruko Moriyama, who was coming in.

"Moriyama, I'm going into the forest now."

Before she could finish speaking, Teruko suddenly grabbed her neck.

"Mori...Moriyama, what are you going to do?"

Teruko said to Misato, who was struggling.

“Miri-sensei, you are a good and obedient person. Open your mouth obediently.”

Although her voice was very gentle, Teruko's face was expressionless, and the color of her eyes was unusual.

Something terrible has happened! And it's an extraordinary, major incident!

In an instant, Misato realized that this matter was probably beyond her control!

Meanwhile, in the forest...

"This is the stage!"

The man wearing sunglasses surveyed the stage and murmured to himself.

"Uncle, is this place the same as what you saw in your dream?"

As soon as Haruna finished asking her question, she saw the man nod.

"Ah, the same."

"The place where I saw them burying things was right in the middle."

On the way to the forest, Haruna had already told this uncle about her strange experience that night.

"You told the police officer about this, right?"

"Ah."

"And then the policeman never came back?"

Haruna nodded again.

After letting out a long sigh, the man squatted down so that his line of sight was level with Haruna's before speaking.

"Little girl, you must listen carefully to what your uncle is about to say."

The man's expression was gentle, but his eyes were full of seriousness. Haruna looked into the man's eyes and nodded.

"What your uncle is about to say might be strange, but you have to listen carefully."

Haruna nodded again.

"Uncle may be himself now, but he might not be himself in a little while."

"what do you mean?"

"Well, let me put it this way. It means that your uncle might become someone else."

Haruna frowned and asked, puzzled:

"Turning into someone else... then uncle, do you have multiple personalities?"

Hearing Haruna's innocent question, the man couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle doesn't have multiple personalities. Although Uncle doesn't have multiple personalities, if, by any chance, a dangerous situation arises, another person will take over Uncle's body to deal with it."

"So, that means multiple personality disorder."

"Hmm...it's still a little different. Let me think, to put it simply, it's like a ghost has possessed Uncle."

"Huh?!!"

"Don't be afraid. This ghost is a very good ghost, and he's very powerful."

"Was it this ghost that saved Uncle from the wrong path?"

"That's right, so if there's any danger, I hope you can trust him and listen to him. Okay?"

"..."

"Promise me, Uncle!"

Haruna hesitated for a moment, then nodded deeply.

"Good boy."

The man touched Haruna's hair, stood up, and suddenly a warm breeze blew by, seemingly swirling around the stage, causing the trees around the stage to sway restlessly.

In a panic, the man cautiously looked around.

Kasha.

It was the sound of branches being rustled. Haruna quickly turned her head and saw a tall, elderly man with a full head of silver hair, wearing a suit, standing there. Haruna recognized the old man and called out to him:

"Teacher Seta!"

Kazutoshi Seta, this tall and upright old man is the headmaster of Moriki Academy.

"It's Haruna-san."

However, at this moment, Seta walked towards the two of them with a blank expression.

What are you doing in a place like this?

Haruna quickly hugged the man in sunglasses next to her. For some reason, she felt that the headmaster was acting strangely today.

"Have we not yet asked who this gentleman is?"

Seta continued to slowly approach them.

"Never mind, none of that matters. Open your mouths, all of you."

Seta clenched his fists and stretched them out in front of him.

"uncle."

Haruna trembled with fear as she looked up at the man in sunglasses.

"uncle!"

She had just finished calling out when the man in sunglasses suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Haruna shook the sunglasses-wearing uncle lying on the ground with all her might.

"Come quick, Haruna-kun."

At that moment, Seta had already come up and grabbed Haruna's shoulder.

"Open your mouth quickly."

"Ahh! I don't want to!!"

No sooner said than done, Seta's body had already flown far away, tumbling and falling to the deepest part of the stage.

What happened?

The man in sunglasses, who had just been lying on the ground, stood up with astonishing speed and threw the school principal out.

Haruna looked at him in surprise.

"This scourge must have been raised by the resurrection of these lackeys."

The man said angrily.

Is he a ghost?!

Haruna looked up at the man in sunglasses. From his appearance, he did indeed seem like the gentle uncle who was comforting her. However, something felt different.

"We need to leave the forest quickly."

As the man spoke, he picked up Haruna. Suddenly, a warm, strange wind blew up from all around again, and at the same time, chilling sounds came from around the stage.

Hehehehehe.

Hehehehehehehe.

Expressionless villagers began to emerge from all sides and surround them. The man frowned involuntarily. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if he were enveloped by viscous seawater.

Has this demon... made new progress yet?!

Just as Haruna was facing a perilous situation, at school, Teruko's body flew out, landed on a desk, bounced up, and finally fell to the floor.

Misato covered her neck with one hand, panting heavily. She had practiced judo and karate when she was in school, so even if her neck was grabbed by her opponent, Misato could easily throw her away.

What on earth happened!?

Misato was analyzing the situation in her mind when Teruko's voice came from behind her desk.

"Miri-sensei, you went too far!"

Teruko stood up slowly. Her left hand was probably dislocated or even fractured during the flight, so it hung limply under her arm.

However, as if she didn't feel the pain in her hand, she still lunged at Misato again without any expression.

"I used to think you were a good person. I used to think that you were the only one who didn't treat me like I was unwanted, the only one who wouldn't look down on me!"