Entertainment: You're asked to make a graduation project, but you're asked to film Ultrama

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the eager anticipation of countless tokusatsu fans, the fifth episode of "Ultraman Mebius" finally premiered on Friday night at 8 PM.

As the classic opening theme ended, the screen gradually lit up.

The title of the fifth episode slowly appeared in the center of the screen—"The Reversal Shot".

At the beginning of the scene, against a dim background, a mysterious woman dressed in white and behaving strangely reappears.

She stood with her back to the light, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

With a cold laugh, a massive, ferocious cosmic iron-slaying monster, summoned by her, roared and prepared to unleash disaster upon Earth.

Just when the audience thought this was the beginning of another tough battle, a sudden change occurred!

A sacred and dazzling blue light, like a shooting star, crashed down from the sky!

Amidst the light, a mysterious Ultra Warrior clad in silver and blue armor descended with overwhelming force.

He didn't even give the Iron-Cutting Monster any time to react. A flash of blue light appeared on his wrist, and a sharp and unparalleled beam of light instantly pierced through the monster's body!

"boom--!"

The monster that was swaggering and domineering one second was reduced to ashes in a violent explosion the next.

The woman in white who was manipulating everything behind the scenes let out an angry and unwilling roar after seeing this, and then vanished into thin air.

This sudden, divine turn of events left viewers who had just entered the playback interface completely dumbfounded.

The screen was instantly filled with a dense barrage of comments.

[Holy crap?! What's going on at the start? The monster was wiped out in a second?!]

[A blue Ultraman! And wearing armor!?]

[The blue hue remains unchanged even as the light shines on it!]

Thinking about it, it really makes sense. All the Ultraman series produced by Tsuburaya Productions have a red and silver color scheme, starting with Ultraman Seeker. Every Ultraman series has had a blue form or a blue Ultraman.

Why is this woman causing trouble again? But her last pose was a bit perverted; was she scared away by Lan Ao?

[The humans haven't even received the message yet, and the monster's kill has already been stolen? Who exactly is this Lan'ao? He seems much stronger than Xiao Meng!]

[Is this some kind of helper from the Land of Light?]

The scene shifts to the command center of GUYS' Asian headquarters.

The atmosphere in the command room was exceptionally relaxed and lively at this moment.

Toriyama's aide, beaming with pride, walked in with his secretary, Maru, who was carrying a large stack of magazines.

"Fellow members of Team GUYS! The recent battles have been absolutely thrilling!"

Toriyama's aide was all smiles.

"I hope to continue seeing everyone's active participation!"

Since the previous monster attacks, the newly formed GUYS team has made outstanding progress.

They finally reversed the negative public opinion about them.

Captain Sakami, holding his signature coffee cup, looked at his beaming aide, Toriyama, and jokingly said with a smile:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm in a good mood today."

The secretary immediately unfolded the magazine in her hand, her tone tinged with a hint of pride:

"Every magazine lauded Ultraman Mebius and GUYS's performance!"

However, Toriyama still complained.

"However, this is all the reporting on artificially evolved monsters!"

He gestured with his finger to indicate an exaggeratedly small distance, then complained angrily.

"Furthermore, they cut out a lot of what I said during the interview, which I'm very unhappy about!"

[Hahaha, the leader's vanity wasn't satisfied.]

[Commander Bird: Why isn't my story being reported?! This media is hopeless!]

However, few people in the command room paid attention to Ariyama's complaints; everyone's attention was drawn to the magazine report.

Kinoko held a magazine and happily flipped through it, even finding a report about herself.

Suddenly, she saw an interview with George the Dove.

"Look, there's a news article about George here!"

Kinoko excitedly read it aloud:

"The ace striker of the Spanish league is making waves in the Earth Defense Force GUYS..."

However, before she could finish speaking, George, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly turned extremely gloomy.

"Bang!"

George suddenly stood up and slammed his hand heavily on the table. The loud noise interrupted Mu Zhimei's words and silenced the command room instantly.

He didn't even glance at the magazine before turning and walking towards the door.

"Hey, George, where are you going?"

Aihara Ryu frowned and immediately called out to him.

George didn't turn his head, his tone icy:

"Let's go for a walk."

"We're in a meeting right now."

Aihara Ryu was somewhat dissatisfied.

"I'm not in the mood for that."

Aihara Ryu strode forward, blocking the doorway, staring at him with a serious expression:

"Wait a minute, we're a team, we can't act on our own!"

Upon hearing the word "team," George seemed to have been provoked. He sneered, his eyes filled with resistance and disdain.

"The team? That has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, he left the command room directly.

Aihara Ryu was furious and was about to lash out when Mirai anxiously chased after him.

"Forget about that guy in the future!"

Aihara Ryu shouted.

"We can't ignore this, because we're partners!"

Future replied firmly and then disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Why did George suddenly get so angry? What did that magazine say?

Didn't you guys read the fine print in the magazine? It said "The Lone Shooter Who Doesn't Need a Team," which is clearly reopening old wounds.

Geniuses are often difficult to understand; he must have been isolated on the team before.

The camera followed George to an empty football field outside the base.

George stood alone on the green field, a black and white soccer ball under his feet.

His eyes revealed a deep loneliness and confusion, and the dark memories of his time on the professional team involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

In those memories, he was ostracized and isolated by his teammates.

Newspapers were full of criticism of him, saying that he ignored tactical planning and was a problem child who only knew how to show off.

But he knew in his heart that he wasn't trying to gain attention.

Because he has eyes that are different from ordinary people, he can clearly see the anticipation line of where the football will be shot to score.

He can win by relying on his outstanding individual ability, and in that situation, passing the ball to a teammate who does not understand his intentions would only lead to a missed opportunity.

However, this extraordinary talent destined him to be misunderstood by ordinary people. This became the deepest knot in his heart.

Just as he was immersed in painful memories, Future ran over and stopped panting in front of the goal.

"George, show me your meteor shot!"

Looking at him in the future, her eyes were clear and sincere.

George paused for a moment, then frowned:

"What?"

"I'll be the goalkeeper!"

Future patted his chest, "Don't hold back, shoot with all your might!"

George looked at this new recruit in the defense force and felt he was being greatly mocked.

The opponent is the Golden Left Foot, who has won the top scorer title for three consecutive years. How dare an amateur say that he can block his ball?

"An amateur trying to block my ball? How laughable."

George snorted coldly, losing all interest in playing football. He turned and strode away from the field, leaving Future standing alone in the same spot.

George has such a terrible temper! The guy was trying to be nice and give him some advice.

Put yourself in their shoes. If you were a top-tier professional player, and a newbie came up to you and said they wanted to catch your game-winning shot, would you feel respected? You'd just think they were making fun of you.

George's core problem is that he doesn't trust anyone. He feels that no one can catch his ball, and no one understands him.

On the other hand, the tone suddenly shifts.

In the picturesque Wubuki Mountain area of ​​Neon, a family of three is carrying their backpacks and walking on a suspension bridge in the mountains.

The little girl skipped and hopped along at the front, cheerfully singing a classic neon nursery rhyme.

"One day, in the forest, I met Mr. Bear..." (Japanese)

"On a forest path filled with blooming flowers, I met Mr. Bear..." (Japanese)

Amidst this heartwarming song, a thick, eerie white mist suddenly began to permeate the surrounding forest.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and visibility dropped sharply.

"Ah, it's getting foggy."

The father stopped and looked around with some confusion.

Just then, from the depths of the thick fog, two enormous, terrifying pincers, resembling those of arthropods, suddenly shot out, hurtling towards the family on the bridge with a whooshing sound!

The little girl's singing stopped abruptly, and the scene instantly switched back to the command room of the GUYS base.

The alarm blared throughout the entire base.

Acting Director Misaki Yuki appeared on the big screen, issuing an emergency deployment order with a stern expression:

"A monster has been suspected to have appeared in the Kirifuki Mountains of the former Japanese region!"

Upon hearing this, Aihara Ryu immediately retorted, "Suspected?"

Misaki Yuki explained:

"The surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog, which generated strong radio interference, making it impossible to confirm the specific situation."

The situation was urgent, and Captain Posui immediately ordered an attack.

With the roar of its engines, the Phoenix fighter jet pierced the sky and quickly arrived above Mount Kiribuki.

However, the situation on the ground was worse than expected.

The entire mountainside was shrouded in a thick, white fog, making it impossible to see any of the terrain below.

"Instrument malfunction!"

"The radar broke down under these circumstances! Are you kidding me?!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, George suddenly narrowed his eyes. His eyes, which could clearly capture even the high-speed trajectory of a football, keenly sensed an unusual disturbance in the fog.

"I think I just saw something moving in the fog."

George said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind flashed by.

Without the slightest hesitation, Aihara Ryu pulled the control lever immediately.

"Phoenix, break away!"

The fighter jet split into two in mid-air, becoming the Flying Wing and the Loader.

The very next instant after the fighter jets separated.

In the thick fog, the two enormous pincers stretched out like springs, carrying a devastating force, and grabbed directly through the gap between the two fighter jets!

If George hadn't given an early warning to separate the fighter jets, the Phoenix would probably have been crushed on the spot.

"It really is a monster!"

In the command center, Kinoshita accessed the headquarters' massive monster database.

Tang Zheping also recognized the monster.

Soon, a file from the early days of the Defense Forces' MAT (Military and Armed Forces) was retrieved.

"Records of the same race have been confirmed in the MAT files!"

Tang Zheping pointed to the picture of the monster with pincers on the screen and loudly reported to the director:

"The registration code is: Rock Monster Sadra!"

Watching the fighter jets dodge and weave through the thick fog, chased by Sadra's pincers, Tang Zheping continued to calmly analyze the monster's ecological weaknesses:

"The reason why the Sadra can accurately hunt in dense fog is because it has an ecocurrent-based sensory organ similar to that of a shark!"

"In other words, the front of both ears is Sadra's weak point!"

With a clear objective, the problem is that in a dense fog environment where all electronic instruments are malfunctioning and radar cannot lock on, accurately hitting the weak point of a moving monster is harder than climbing to the sky.

"Do not use electronic devices; try to get as close to the monster as possible!"

Aihara Ryu gritted his teeth and gave the order, preparing to risk closing the distance.

Just then, George, who was still seething with anger because of the previous magazine incident, seized the authority to carry out the attack mission.

"Leave it to me."

George gripped the joystick firmly with both hands, his eyes radiating absolute confidence.

"Let me take care of that guy."

Marina was greatly surprised:

"This distance won't work in the fog!"

"I can see where we should attack."

George replied coldly.

For a genius who can see every pass and shot on a chaotic pitch, this distance is nothing.

He stared intently at Sadra, who was faintly visible in the thick fog, and decisively pressed the launch button.

"Variable rays!"

A dazzling beam of light shot out from the fighter jet's cannon, heading straight for the weak point on Sadra's head.

However, something unexpected happened.

Just as the light was about to hit its target, a strange dark red light suddenly flashed on the ground.

The mysterious woman in white who appeared at the beginning is now standing in the forest!

She reached out her hand, and an invisible, powerful force intercepted it in mid-air.

The beam of light that George fired, which was originally incredibly accurate, was twisted in mid-air and flew past Sadra's body into the sky!

The future, inside the cockpit, clearly saw this scene.

He was greatly alarmed, realizing that aliens were secretly sabotaging them, and that they had no chance of winning if he didn't go to the ground to investigate.

In order to find an excuse to land, Future quickly came up with a plan and shouted into the communicator:

"Please land! Dense fog is clinging to the turbines; we'll crash if this continues!"

[What the hell? Dense fog clinging to the turbine will cause a plane to crash? Do you think turbine engines are made of paper?]

If Long Sang believes your nonsense, then his intelligence is basically gone from that of a pilot.

[Xiaomeng, you're really going all out with your acting to win over that girl!]

Despite the lame excuse, the fighter jets were forced to land on the ground for safety reasons.

At this moment, on the ground, the woman in white faced the enormous Sadra without any fear. Instead, she seemed to have seen some interesting toy.

She suddenly spread her arms wide and let out an extremely sharp and piercing scream, like a vengeful ghost!

The shriek carried a powerful mental pressure, and the enormous Sadra was so frightened that it trembled all over. Then, like a stray dog, it turned and fled into the depths of the thick fog.

Meanwhile, Marina, who landed on the other side, used her extraordinary hearing with perfect pitch to catch a chilling sound in the wind.

"What? That voice is...?"

Marina looked around, her face pale.

"An ominous sound, like a wild beast devouring its prey..."

Sure enough, the camera soon switched to the mysterious woman.

She stuck out her slender tongue and licked her lips.

【? ? ? 】

[She! Gave it!! It ate it?!]

[666, such a small person managed to eat such a big monster.]

So, what will her true form be like?

Could it be that she summoned monsters to Earth just to eat them as snacks?

[Woman: Do you remember how many small breads you've eaten?]

By this time, he had already discovered the mysterious woman's trail. Without saying a word, he grabbed his gun and gave chase.

Seeing this, Aihara Ryu quickly followed, but in the thick fog, the two soon got separated.

Aihara Ryu groped his way forward through the fog.

Suddenly, the fog in front of him lifted slightly, and a familiar figure, so familiar it made his soul tremble, stood quietly a few meters away.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket and had a tall, straight posture.

"Captain Serizawa?!"

"No mistake, that was... the captain?!"

He wanted to rush forward, but a thick fog swept by, and the figure vanished completely like a phantom, as if it had never existed.

……

When Aihara Ryu, feeling uneasy, met up with George and the others in a safe area, the long-suppressed conflict finally erupted.

"If we had gotten close to it then and accurately attacked its weak point, we should have been able to defeat Sadra!"

Aihara Ryu vented his anger on George, loudly scolding him for his mistake in the air.

George was equally furious, and he retorted without backing down:

"I aimed precisely before firing!"

"Then why did you miss?" Aihara Ryu pressed closer.

"What's blocking it?"

George recalled the eerie curvature of the light, a phenomenon he had never witnessed in his life.

But in Aihara Ryu’s view, this was just George making excuses for his arrogance and mistakes.

"Don't try to cover up your failures with these empty words!"

Aihara Ryu roared.

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into George's heart.

It perfectly mirrored the accusations and distrust his former teammates had shown him.

It turns out that no matter where he went, no one was willing to believe him.

George's gaze turned completely cold. He looked at the group of people before him and gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"It seems there's no place for me here."

"goodbye."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

This time, Aihara Ryu did not try to stop him.

Upon returning to the base, George went straight to the locker room.

He silently stuffed his personal belongings into his travel bag one by one.

When he came across the magazine filled with mockery and accusations against him, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

At the captain's behest, Marina also came here.

However, George ignored Marina's advice.

Just as he picked up his bag to leave, Future blocked the doorway to the locker room.

There was no room for compromise in his eyes. He looked directly into George's eyes and said, word by word:

"Let's settle this once and for all."

"If I've stopped your meteor shot, then you'd better go back to GUYS."

"You've told this joke countless times."

George walked straight past the future.

Are you running away from me? Or are you afraid of me?

Upon hearing the provocation from the future, George's previous irritation and anger turned into a cold smile.

He simply put down his bag, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp, as if he had returned to that legendary green field.

"Okay, I accept the challenge."

"The game will be decided in three goals. If you can block just one of my shots, you'll win in the future."

George flexed his wrists.

"But I will do my best."

"If you're afraid of getting hurt, it's okay to run away now."

The future holds no sway; the answer is unwavering:

"I won't run away."