Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Are you all better? Don't rush, you can rest a little longer."

A slightly deep voice suddenly rang in Hinako Fukami's ears. Hinako Fukami stiffened and immediately tensed up, staring warily at her surroundings.

The darkness behind them remained thick and inky. The altar was deserted, with only the flickering light of two lanterns. The owner of the voice was like a ghost hidden in the void, impossible to find.

"Who? Who are you?! Show yourself! Stop playing tricks!"

Hinako Fukami shouted sharply, her voice echoing faintly in the deathly silent space, only to be met with silence in return.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fear in her heart, and a determined expression appeared on her face.

"There's nothing to be afraid of! No matter how powerful the fox spirit is, it's impossible for it to kidnap me from Ultraman Seven without me noticing. Ultraman Seven must be looking for me! It won't be long before he appears by my side."

Hinako Fukami clenched her fists tightly, as if cheering herself on.

Ultraman Seven, the giant of light, a hero to children, who defeats monsters and protects humanity, is nothing compared to the fox spirit who hides in the shadows and plays tricks.

Ultraman Seven will not abandon humanity. He must be searching for me. What I need to do is not cower in place and tremble, but face the darkness and not bow down to the forces of evil.

Hinako Fukami gazed at the altar standing in the dim light and walked towards it with firm steps.

As I walked up to the altar, my gaze swept across the shrine, and I saw a yellowed piece of washi paper on the table.

"Those whose hearts are not at peace should not celebrate this auspicious day. They should be calm and respectful to the gods and ancestors. If their hearts are troubled, they are impure. They should offer the correct offerings at the thousand altars to cleanse themselves of impurity."

Hinako Fukami picked up the paper, and the moment she read the words aloud, she was stunned.

Immediately following was a laugh born of extreme anger.

"Huh? An auspicious day? To cleanse impurities?"

She practically forced out those words through gritted teeth, her chest heaving violently, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her eyes bloodshot.

A surge of intense anger, like a raging fire, erupted from the depths of her heart.

They killed Sakiko, trapped them in this eerie world, and yet they claim today is an auspicious day! They say her heart is troubled and therefore filthy?

"brute!"

Suppressed anger ignited a murderous intent, and Hinako Fukami tore the washi paper into pieces.

That wasn't enough. She swung her arm and swept it across the altar, knocking down the neatly folded sacred scrolls. The white porcelain sake dish shattered, and sake spilled onto the cold stone surface. Plump white rice scattered all over the ground, and emerald green willow branches were flung away violently, crashing into the fox spirit statue before rolling off.

"Who would respect a beast like you? Who would offer you sacrifices!"

Deepwater Hina roared and smashed the altar into a mess.

Just then, a long sigh drifted from somewhere. There was no anger or malice in that sigh, only deep worry.

The moment the sigh fell, the lights of the lanterns on both sides of the altar flickered, and the warm yellow glow instantly turned cold.

There was clearly no wind around, yet the paper shade of the lantern was being blown about, making the light flicker.

At the same time, the thick darkness that had previously lingered only in the rear began to writhe.

As if propelled by an invisible hand, it slowly spread towards the altar, devouring the remaining light around it. The warm light from those tall lanterns, which could originally illuminate a distance of more than ten meters, was now compressed to only three or five meters, and was shrinking at a visible speed.

A strange sound followed.

There were faint scraping sounds of limbs scraping against the stone slabs, the piercing sound of metal dragging across the ground, and heavy footsteps approaching from all directions in the darkness, yet their exact location remained unclear, putting immense pressure on Hinako Deepwater.

Hinako Fukami turned around abruptly, her gaze sweeping across both sides of the altar before landing on the thick darkness ahead. Her face was pale, cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and the anger she had just vented had transformed into intense vigilance and unease. Her temples throbbed, and her brain began to throb.

Her right hand unconsciously reached into her pocket and took out a small medicine bottle.

Subconsciously, she unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out two red capsules. Hinako Fukami was about to take the headache medicine that Xiu had given her to relieve her headache symptoms.

However, she stopped when she raised her hand to her mouth.

Two red capsules lay on my fingertips, their dim light reflecting off the lamp, making them look like two drops of congealed blood.

Over the years, every time she was overwhelmed by her parents' pressure and had a splitting headache due to stress, it was this little capsule that helped her suppress all the pain and became her only lifeline.

But at that moment, the capsule on my fingertip suddenly felt rough and uncomfortable.

Before her eyes, the image of Amamiya Rin flashed uncontrollably, along with the imposing figure of the giant of light.

When the sea of ​​red spider lilies spreads across the sky, Ultraman Seven, who appears out of nowhere, stands like an indestructible wall, protecting people from the ravages of evil forces.

Under the light that never dims, even the most intense evil energy will be burned away completely.

Hinako Fukami's breathing gradually calmed down. She slowly lowered the hand holding the medicine and gently pressed her fist, which was clutching the capsule, against her chest.

My heart was beating strongly, and a warm sensation surged in my chest—a clear and comforting feeling.

No, it's not just a feeling of warmth; it's more of a feeling of being moved, a will, and a belief.

I don't want to succumb to pressure, I don't want to succumb to pain, courage, fighting spirit, determination.

Hinako Fukami felt the power of light truly envelop her heart, soothe her throbbing temples, and dispel the drowsiness and unease in her mind.

Hinako Fukami took a deep breath, raised her hand and poured the two capsules back into the medicine bottle, tightened the cap with a "click," and stuffed it back into her school uniform pocket.

We cannot back down here, and we certainly cannot numb ourselves with drugs!

Whether it's a headache or fear, if she can't even endure this little bit of pain, how can she hold on until Mr. Seven finds her?

When Hinako Fukami looked back into the thick darkness, the panic in her eyes had completely vanished, leaving only a firm and resolute fighting spirit.

The sounds of friction, sharp noises, and footsteps continued to come from all directions in the darkness, but she did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, she walked to the edge of the altar and reached out to grab the lamppost of the tall lantern.

"No! I'm not afraid of you."

She will rely on her own will to hold on until the moment the light arrives.

Before that, she would never give up easily; no matter what, she would do her best!

Grasp the thick beechwood lamp post with both hands, push off the floor with your right foot, and pull upwards with all your might using your waist, abdomen and arms!

With a muffled "click," the lamp post installed on the altar was pulled out by her, and wood chips from the base fell to the floor.

The lamppost was a bit heavy, but Hinako Fukami was a sports student who had participated in the track and field club, so this level of effort was no problem at all!

In just a few breaths, boundless darkness had completely enveloped the entire space, even swallowing the fox spirit statue behind them without a trace. Only the lantern in Hinako's hand still shone with a faint light.

The candlelight flickered wildly with her rapid breathing, stretching her shadow into a distorted, elongated shape, casting it into the darkness behind her like another beast poised to pounce.

"roar--!"

Accompanied by a strange roar and the sound of metal dragging on the ground, a blurry figure pounced out of the darkness. Hinako Fukami instinctively held the lamppost horizontally, and a strong arm slammed down fiercely, but was blocked by the lamppost.

The slightly heavy force made Hinako Akami tremble and take half a step back, while the monster that launched the attack was revealed in the light.

The monster resembled an upright reptile, its body hunched over like a wild dog. Its face and chest had been completely hollowed out, leaving only dark, empty cavities. Rotten, gray flesh hung from the bones, falling off with every step it took.

It had a rusty brass lock around its neck, and blackened iron shackles on its wrists and ankles, which dragged on the stone slabs with a harsh, rattling sound.

The monster, so close to her, faced her directly. It made a "hoarse" sound in its throat, like wind filling a cavity, and exhaled a putrid stench!

"Go to hell!"

Hinako's heart pounded. Facing the hideous monster, she felt her brain burning and a powerful force surged from nowhere. She took a big step back, then twisted her waist, gripped the lamppost tightly with both hands, and used the force of her turn to sweep fiercely at the side of the faceless monster!

"Bang--!"

With a muffled thud, the cast-iron pole of the lamppost slammed solidly into the monster's waist, instantly caved in the rotting flesh, and the ribs inside cracked crisply. The faceless monster was sent flying sideways, crashing heavily onto the floor.

Hinako Fukami didn't stop. With red eyes, she raised the lamppost, strode forward, aimed at the monster's head, and smashed it down like a rice cake.

A dull thud echoed in the darkness. Just as the monster was about to get up, it was knocked back down by Hinako Akami. Hinako Akami pressed her advantage, launching a relentless attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One, two, three, four—

The monster's struggle intensified at first.

On the second occasion, its movements began to slow down.

The third time, the blank skull dented, and dark yellow pus seeped from the crack.

On the fourth blow, the monster's head was smashed to pieces, like an exploded watermelon.

The ferocious monster lay on the ground and never moved again.

Hinako Fukami gasped for breath, her hand gripping the lamppost trembling slightly, her heart pounding as if it would burst her ribs.

However, the battle is far from over.

The swinging motion during the battle caused the candle flame inside the lamp to flicker violently. A few sparks splashed onto the paper lampshade, burning out several small black holes. The flames silently spread upwards along the edge of the paper, and in the blink of an eye, the lampshade was engulfed by orange-red flames. The light became several times brighter, and the flickering became even more intense. By the light of this flickering flame, Hinako saw another figure pounce out from the darkness on her left.

The monster had a stitched-together body similar to the previous doll, with stiff joints and bizarre movements. But its face was covered by a mask with a strange smile painted on it, the corners of its mouth turned up high into a crescent shape, and the places where its eyes were were two pitch-black holes, empty of anything.

The space where her feet were would be replaced by two narrow blades, each about thirty centimeters long, with edges that gleamed with a cold, icy light, like two short knives welded to her legs.

As it walks, the blade scrapes against the ground, making a piercing metallic scraping sound that sends chills down your spine.

Deepwater Hina instinctively took a half step back, tightening her grip on the lamppost even more.

As if sensing that it had been discovered, the doll suddenly sped up, leaned forward, and kicked its right leg out!

The blade welded to her foot whistled through the air as it swept straight toward her waist and abdomen!

Hinako's pupils contracted, and she leaned back almost instinctively.

The blade grazed her lower abdomen, slicing away a section of her clothing and revealing her fair skin underneath. A red mark immediately appeared on her skin, and with Fukami Hinako's movement, a gruesome wound opened up, from which bright red blood oozed.

Hinako staggered to her feet, but before she could adjust her posture, the monster had already retracted its right leg and then swept its left leg across!

However, this time, Hinako Fukami did not back down.

She raised the lamppost, aimed it at the sweeping blade, and slammed it down hard!

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded in the darkness as the lamppost and the blade collided head-on, making her hands go numb, but she held on to the lamppost tightly and did not let go.

The monster's left leg was slammed backward by her attack, causing it to lose its balance and stagger to the side.

It's now!

"Pour it out for me!"

Deepwater Hina gritted her teeth, raised the lamppost with both hands, aimed it at the monster's chest, and thrust it forward with all her might!

The top of the lamppost slammed into its chest, sending its stiff body flying backward. She followed suit, gripping the lamppost tightly with both hands and, like swinging a baseball bat, aimed at the eerie smiling mask and brought it down with force.

"Bang--!!!"

The mask shattered with a snap, shards flying everywhere to reveal an empty face.

"Die! Die! Die!"

But Hinako showed no mercy. She roared and swung the lamppost with both hands, striking and smashing the doll's head repeatedly. In the end, she lost count of how many times she hit it. The stiff body finally fell backward and never got up again.

Hinako Fukami gasped for breath, her abdominal wound still bleeding, the skin on her hand cracked from the shock, but she showed no intention of letting go of her weapon. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently into the surrounding darkness. Although the light from the lampposts could not completely dispel the darkness, she could hear and feel that the enemy had not disappeared. In that unreachable darkness, there were still an unknown number of monsters, eyeing her menacingly.