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Faced with the three middle-aged men's expectant yet probing gazes, Future felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on her heart.

He knew very well where Ya had gone, and that he had just recently joined forces with that legendary predecessor to shatter the disc-shaped creature.

However, his dual identity as an Ultra Warrior and a Defense Force member cannot be easily explained to ordinary citizens.

Moreover, he absolutely could not disclose the other party's whereabouts without the senior's permission.

"Well..."

Future somewhat hastily avoided Tsukamoto's burning gaze.

[After all, you can't exactly pull out a lightsaber, point it at the sky, and say, "Your teacher just finished fighting a monster in the Pacific Ocean and is watching you right now," can you?]

[Uncle Tsukamoto was truly obsessed his whole life. Seeing the disappointment in his eyes made me feel inexplicably uneasy.]

[Any longtime fan, upon learning that their missing homeroom teacher, who had been missing for decades, was a defense team member or even possibly Ultraman, would be unable to resist asking around!]

Night quietly enveloped the entire city.

On the quiet rooftop, a biting night wind blew.

In the future, he gazes alone at the deep starry sky, the faint glow of the Mebium aura emanating from his left wrist.

He closed his eyes, transforming his thoughts into invisible spiritual fluctuations, and softly called out to the vast sky.

A faint light rippled through the void, and a kind yet majestic voice echoed softly from the depths of one's mind.

That's Ultraman Ace.

Without concealing anything, he recounted everything he had seen and heard at Sakuragaoka Junior High School during the day to this respected senior:

"You are revered not only as an Ultra Warrior, but also as a teacher."

"Even fifty years later, this remains true."

"We will be holding our last class reunion at Sakuragaoka Junior High School. Please make sure you attend."

"As Ya's teacher."

However, a long silence fell on the other end of the communication.

After a long while, Eddie's heavy, wistful sigh slowly drifted over:

"I can't do that."

The future suddenly paused, then urgently asked:

"Why?"

In the void, Eddie's voice carried a hint of bitterness:

"I came to Earth to investigate negative energy."

"Then, through contact with humans, I sensed their boundless potential."

"The same applies to you, Mebius, right?"

Future nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

Eddie's voice grew increasingly low:

"But humanity doesn't realize that they've directed that potential in the wrong direction."

"Therefore, what is generated is..."

Future chimed in: "Negative energy."

"Exactly," Eddie said slowly.

"So I thought that through the field of education, perhaps we could suppress the generation of negative energy."

"I studied repeatedly and became a teacher of junior high school students who were in the unstable period of adolescence."

At this point, Eddie's voice betrayed a deep weariness and guilt:

"But I couldn't control the generation of negative energy."

"In order to deal with the ever-appearing monsters, I had to give up my job as a teacher."

"Although I am far away from Earth, I always keep them in my heart."

After a brief pause, Eddie gave a trust that would shake the future to its core:

"Mebius, I hope you can help me convey this message: Yato Takeshi apologizes to everyone."

【teacher!!!】

[Unfortunately, the school arc ended too abruptly...]

[Tears welling up.]

[Teacher Eddie's sudden disappearance back then was due to the guilt he carried towards these children.]

It's not that I didn't want to go, but I felt ashamed to face the students who had such high expectations of me after I left the company halfway through.

Even Ultraman has limitations. Education is a long process; how can one person simultaneously save the world and enlighten all beings?

Hearing Eddie say "I'm sorry everyone" made my heart ache. Teacher, you've already done so well!

The next morning, the first rays of dawn shone on the gates of Sakuraoka Junior High School.

The crisp, urgent sound of bicycle bells broke the tranquility of the streets and alleys.

Rakugo pedaled furiously, leaving a crooked mark on the concrete road, while he waved a freshly printed morning newspaper in his hand.

"Tsukamoto! Tsukamoto!" Rakugo shouted at the top of his lungs.

Tsukamoto, who was sweeping fallen leaves by the school gate, was startled and quickly dropped the broom to run forward and stop him.

"That's dangerous! What are you doing? It's school time!"

At the same time, Shengji, who had just parked his small truck on the side of the road, also came running over quickly, wearing an apron:

"Rakugo, what are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

Rakugo slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly, his hands trembling as he flung the newspaper out in front of the two men:

"Sorry, sorry! This... look at this!"

Tsukamoto and Katsukichi stared intently, and in the morning light, the front page of the newspaper featured a color photograph of the scene—on a deserted island, a giant in red and silver stood majestically, emitting a deadly beam of light!

The headline is extremely eye-catching:

Ultraman warriors have reappeared in the Pacific Ocean!

"It's Ultraman Ace!" The rakugo voice was so excited it completely changed tone.

Katsuyoshi gasped, his eyes widening: "Ultraman Ace...it really is Ultraman Ace!"

Rakugo grabbed Tsukamoto's shoulder, his eyes red and swollen, and shouted:

"If what Tsukamoto said is true, then Ya's teacher might have come to Earth!"

Shengji slapped his thigh suddenly, his middle-aged face beaming with childlike ecstasy:

"Yes! The teacher really is back!"

What was once considered an absurd joke has been transformed into a stark reality in the face of irrefutable evidence.

Three middle-aged men, all over fifty, stood side by side in the center of the school gate without any hesitation, under the astonished gazes of passing students.

They all looked up, facing the bright sunrise on the horizon, cupped their hands together like megaphones, and shouted at the top of their lungs towards the sky:

"Teacher! There's a class reunion tomorrow!"

"This is the last class reunion at Sakuragaoka Junior High School!"

"You absolutely must come!"

"The two of us, along with Katsukichi, Dr., Yoshishun, Shinichi, and the others—everyone will be coming!"

Everyone wants to meet you, please do come!

The hoarse yet sincere shouts echoed in the cool early spring air, attracting the attention of passing middle school students. But the three uncles only had eyes for the vast sky, as if if they shouted loud enough, the figure who had once taught them courage by standing upside down in the morning light would return smiling through the sea of ​​clouds.

I'm really moved to tears...

This is the purest form of emotion!

[Student: What's wrong with those two old men shouting "Teacher!" at the sky?]

[Hey, don't spoil the fun in Bengbu!]

And in the shade of the trees on the street corner not far away, the future stands quietly.

He silently watched the three middle-aged men.

Hearing those heart-wrenching cries that spanned half a century, Eddie's heavy words of "I'm sorry to everyone" from last night echoed wildly in his mind in the future.

How could he bear to utter that cold apology when faced with a group of students who were overjoyed and looking forward to their reunion?

In the future, she lowered her head, took a deep breath, and a hint of indescribable sorrow welled up in her eyes:

"I'm sorry... I can't say it."

The heavy entrustment from his seniors, faced with such pure and fervent emotions, became a phrase that could not be uttered.

The barrage of comments flooded in at that moment:

No matter how many years have passed, they will always be children in front of Yagi Takeshi.

[The future is so difficult! On one hand, there's the older brother, filled with guilt and reluctant to shatter the beautiful memories; on the other hand, there are the students' unreserved expectations. No one can bring themselves to apologize.]

The emotional conflict is truly moving; it captures the heavy yet tender longing between people.

The scene then switched to the command center of the Phoenix Nest, the Asian headquarters base.

The alarm shattered the peace inside.

Tang Zheping pulled up the data: "Here we go again."

Marina quickly stepped forward, frowning as she stared at the pulsating waveform: "The negative energy from before?"

Tang Zheping nodded solemnly: "It is indeed a trace amount, and it appears intermittently."

Aihara Ryu, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it that junior high school again?"

On a satellite map of Tokyo, a faint red dot is clearly flashing on the coordinates of Sakuraoka Junior High School.

George remarked:

"Yes, I heard that school is about to be shut down."

Hearing the discussion, Kinoko, standing beside the command platform, tilted her head slightly, her eyes revealing a deep sense of empathy mixed with doubt and sadness, and whispered:

"That's incredible... Could it be that the school is so sad about being demolished that it's releasing negative energy?"

When Aihara Ryu heard this guess, he was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head:

"How could that be? How is it possible for inanimate objects to emit negative energy?"

After all, according to records from that time, negative energy is essentially a product of conscious life generating dark fluctuations in the mind.

How could a school, which is just a bunch of buildings made of steel bars and cement, possibly possess the same sorrowful emotions as humans?

But looking further into the future, the waves in my heart surged even more fiercely.

He held Eddie's soft vinyl record and fell into deep thought.

The faint but persistent energy fluctuations at the school, the almost desperate calls from the older men, and Eddie's deep-seated guilt and desire to escape—all these things tangled together in a mess of emotions, tightly binding Eddie's mind.

He felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and torment.

I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh:

"It's really frustrating not knowing whether to go forward or backward..."

……

in the corridor

"I see, I see."

Captain Sakami is by his side in the future, taking a walk with him at dusk.

He listened to the future's story.

Looking back, her expression was full of struggle and helplessness: "Yeah, what should we do?"

Captain Sakaki turned to look at him, his eyes revealing an all-knowing understanding, his tone calm yet firm: "Shouldn't you do something?"

Future lowered her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips: "Even so, but..."

Captain Sakaki gazed intently at the distant, vast horizon, his voice soothing and philosophical:

"Meeting, parting, joy, sorrow—humans are truly troublesome creatures."

The future cannot speak, it simply listens quietly.

Captain Sakaki paused slightly, his tone becoming increasingly gentle and drawn-out:

"But the passage of time transforms into something called memory."

Future paused slightly, then repeated, somewhat bewildered, "Memories?"

Captain Pokyu turned around, facing the sunlight streaming down from the corridor, and looked intently into the eyes of the young team member:

"Yes, having no memories at all is the saddest thing for a person, isn't it?"

A gentle breeze rustled their clothes.

Captain Sakakizumi's simple yet soul-stirring words were like a ray of morning light breaking through the fog, striking the depths of his future mind.

The encounters and partings in this world may always be accompanied by regrets, but it is precisely because those real joys and sorrows have been brewed into irreplaceable memories by the years that life has the weight to resist nothingness and loneliness.