Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The small mountain formed by thousands upon thousands of kayaks began to writhe violently and collapse inward.

Pale limbs squeezed and merged together, black hair grew wildly and tangled, the pale color and the pitch-black resentment intertwined, eventually converging into an even larger entity.

It was a giant silhouette magnified several times, forcibly pieced together from countless Kayakos.

It was nearly ten meters tall, its body constantly writhing, with pale faces appearing on its surface, only to be quickly covered by more black hair and limbs. Its head had no facial features, only a dense mass of darkness.

Ultraman Seven calmly gazed at the vengeful spirit before him, raising his right hand to press against his forehead.

The dart hummed as it detached, hovering in front of him. Silver light flowed around its blade. With a flick of his right hand, the dart transformed into a silver blade of light and flew out, precisely slicing into the center of the twisted vengeful spirit.

The dart pierced through without hindrance, then emerged from behind the vengeful spirit and flew back into Seven's hand.

The vengeful spirit paused for a moment.

The next moment, a straight streak of light appeared above its head and quickly spread downwards.

Kayako's enormous form was split in two from the middle. The cut surface contained no flesh or blood, only swirling black mist and struggling, pale limbs.

The two halves of the body tilted to the left and right.

But the next second, black mist surged from the broken surface, like countless hands pulling the two halves of the body back together. Pale limbs gripped and stitched each other together, while black hair tangled wildly. In less than three seconds, the mountain of flesh returned to its original shape, even larger than before.

Resentment, pain, and rage transformed into tangible mental pressure, erupting outwards like a tsunami!

(Love? Is this what you call love?)

On the surface of the aggregate of resentment, hundreds of Kayako's faces simultaneously turned towards the giant of light, each face with black blood tears streaming from its eyes and its mouths agape to the point of tearing its cheeks open.

(Where were you when I was victimized?! Where were you when I was tortured and murdered? Where were you when I cried for help? Where were you when I needed help the most?)

Each question carries with it a painful memory, the swamp of curses churning and boiling, transforming into visible darkness that surges wildly before the giant of light.

(You told me you understood my resentment and pain, you told me you were saddened by my suffering, you told me you wanted me to understand your love… Now, you, this dazzling light, stand before me! Tell me, resentment alone is not enough?)

Kayako's roar was filled with a devastating mockery, as well as a deeper grief and indignation. Her hysterical anger and hatred prevented her from solidifying her form and caused the sky to change once again.

The raging black rain pelted the ground like heavy lead bullets, the air thickened to almost solidify, and the materialized curse began to expand exponentially.

Under the cover of night, a bolt of lightning flashed, and Kayako, whose appearance was that of darkness and a deformed body, gradually grew to be enormous, like a giant ball of flesh, with a face full of resentment and anger like a demon.

In an instant, the remaining exterior walls of the buildings on the ground quickly turned gray and peeled off, as if they had undergone decades of decay in an instant. The expanding curse wanted to spread in all directions, but it was blocked by the light of Amamiya Rin.

(Tell me! Why have you only appeared now? Why have you never spared a single bit of your lofty love and compassion for me, hidden in the corner?! Why did you wait until my heart was filled only with resentment before appearing before me as an enemy?)

Countless distorted faces uttered screams of questioning.

Kayako stared at the giant, at the light emanating from him, feeling the undeniable warmth, yet all that remained in her heart was pain.

She was already used to the darkness.

In a forgotten corner, on a cold floor, in eternal death, she could have remained there forever.

But then he appeared.

It carried a light she had never possessed, nor even dared to hope for.

The light tore through her heart, which was filled with resentment, and revealed a longing that she herself had forgotten. It made her confused, hesitant, and even led her to move Amamiya Rin to a safe place under the enemy's attack.

Only one side of the story.

The darkness suddenly became unbearable.

If I had never seen the light, I could have stayed in the darkness forever!

Kayako thought that the man who genuinely felt sorrow for her would embrace her with his light and help her out of the darkness.

But no, it didn't.

That future did not come to pass. The existence of that light, now an enemy, stands so firmly in opposition to her, seemingly easily negating all the meaning of her existence, which is forged from suffering.

Thus, the hatred burned even more fiercely, the pain became more acute, and the accumulated resentment grew even more violent.

Faced with this tearful accusation, Amamiya Rin remained unmoved, his golden hexagonal eyes calmly gazing at the painful mass.

Without rushing to defend himself, he simply raised his arms slowly, placed his left palm upright, overlapped it with his right wrist, and bent his right arm, ultimately forming an L-shape.

(Yes, my love, it's too late. I'm powerless to save you from the past.)

A clear, calm, yet profoundly sorrowful and resolute thought was conveyed to Kayako.

(So, I'm not standing here to deny your suffering, but to spare more humans from your pain. That's my choice, Kayako.)

A blinding white light burst forth from Seven's right arm.

(You ask me where my love is—)

The light emanating from his right arm had reached its peak, as if he were holding a miniature sun.

(Right here.)

He calmly declared, his resolute will weighing a ton.

(My love for humanity, for this future worth protecting.)

Energy gathers at the elbow joint, emitting a high-frequency hum.

Clustered beam!

Thousands of beams of light burst forth from the edge of her right arm, instantly engulfing Kayako's massive body.

Every pale limb, every writhing strand of black hair, every distorted face was simultaneously pierced, burned, and evaporated by the intense heat of the light.

(Ughh ...

Kayako's final scream was drowned out by the rain of light.

The enormous, fleshy ball-like body trembled violently in the rain of light. Its struggling limbs turned to ashes the instant they touched the light, and its churning resentment was violently torn apart by the power of light.

Kayako's body shrank and disintegrated at a visible speed, like a snowdrift under the blazing sun.

Three seconds later, the rain of light stopped.

Seven lowered his arm.

The black rain stopped, and real starlight shone through the holes in the sky.

Where Kayako once stood, only ruins remain on the ground; the colossal object formed from boundless resentment has vanished without a trace.

"We won...we won! Seven won! Ultraman won!"

A voice, suppressed for a long time and trembling, broke out from the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, as if a fuse had been lit, thunderous cheers erupted and swept through every corner!

"Isn't that obvious? Ultraman Seven is invincible!"

"Great! Thank goodness! We're saved!"

"Ultraman! Ultraman Seven! Thank you!"

"With the protection of our brave Ultra Warriors, no monster can harm us!"

……

The people who had been slumped on the ground struggled to their feet, hugged each other, and the father holding his daughter lifted her high. The child waved her little hands and smiled brightly. The boys, who were good friends, clapped their hands hard, their faces showing excited joy.

"I got it... I got it all..."

Sato carried the camera, his hands still trembling, but the lens was fixed on the towering red and silver giant. His face was a mixture of shock, excitement, and a hint of disbelief.

All of this is not a dream!