Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The night breeze of Shibuya swept through the streets, fluttering the hem of Tomie Mara's clothes.

The night wind in Shibuya, carrying the chill of late autumn, swept past the endless stream of people and the rushing traffic, through the busy intersection, and fluttered the hem of Tomie Maro's clothes.

Tomie Moro leaned lazily against the cold lamppost, her fitted black skirt billowing in the night wind, like a dark petal soaked in the darkness.

"Not necessarily~"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against the heart. The flowing neon lights intertwined and danced in her eyes, with crimson, sapphire blue, and dark purple spots flashing alternately, blurring an unpredictable shimmer.

"...It's not necessarily true that there's no way out."

She murmured softly, her gaze falling on the night sky illuminated by lights at the end of the street.

Ultraman and the like aren't all perfect and righteous beings, are they?

Light and such, are they not all positive?

Ultraman Belial, Dark Tiga, Ultraman Tregear, Dark Lugiel, Camilla—not only information from the Dream Realm, but also from this era itself, several dark giants have already appeared.

Who says black light isn't light?

Tomie Moro placed her slender fingers on her chest, slightly curving her lips, a joyful smile spreading across her eyes.

Amamiya Rin, as a Bodhisattva of the Tenth Ground, possesses his own spiritual light. As Mara himself, shouldn't he also awaken his own spiritual light?

All it takes is a trigger... Becoming a dark giant isn't that difficult, is it?

The smoke of battle from Rongzhi Hill slowly dissipated in the night breeze.

No more yellow-green poisonous fog emerged from the depths of the crevice, and even the pungent smell of sulfur in the air was blown away by the mountain breeze.

The moonlight shone down again, illuminating the broken field ridges and collapsed rooftops, coating the ruins with a cool, silvery white.

Cheers and shouts rose and fell from the foot of the mountain. Some wept with joy, while others laughed merrily, calling out the name "Seven" with ecstatic joy at surviving a disaster.

Hinako Fukasui stood atop the distant dam, her feet treading on the cold, hard concrete ground, before her lay the silent and serene outline of the entire Ebisu Hill.

She gazed at the scattered lights of the village below the mountain, the night wind ruffling her disheveled hair, her hand tightly gripping the ancient straight sword unearthed from the shrine.

The rust on the blade over the years had long since faded, replaced by a bright white, moon-like edge that gleamed with a sharp and clear cold light under the moonlight.

Her hand tightened slightly as she felt the warm touch of the hilt of the knife, and the throbbing in her heart gradually subsided.

"Mr. Seven."

Hinako Fukami slowly turned around, her eyelashes fluttering, and looked at the figure behind her that had condensed from the light.

"You did a great job, Hinako."

Amamiya Rin's gaze fell gently on Fukami Hinako, filled with sincere approval and satisfaction.

As he spoke, deep within his consciousness, various forms of discontent and protest were churning within the [Fujiang Network].

The complaints of Meat-Changing Tomie, the chuckles of Mara Tomie, and the sarcastic remarks of the other Tomies chattered in his mind like a flock of sparrows.

However, Hinako did a really good job; he initially thought it would be difficult for Deepwater Hinako to defeat the Water Dragon on her own.

After all, suppressing geological activity while fighting against this non-spiritual evil god, even he himself might not be able to do it better than Hinako.

"Mr. Seven, am I now a qualified Ultra Warrior?"

Hinako Fukami looked up at him, her clear eyes filled with calm expectation, her voice steady and firm after the fierce battle.

She no longer cared about other people's opinions, but genuinely longed for the approval of the person in front of her.

She no longer needed anyone else's approval, but she wanted to hear Amamiya Rin's approval.

"Not only that."

Yu Gonglin looked quietly into her eyes, nodded gently, and said solemnly.

"You are excellent, Hinako. You are an outstanding Ultra Warrior, and I am proud of you."

"Thank you, Seven."

Hinako Fukami stood ramrod straight, a slight smile playing on her lips, and calmly accepted Rin Amamiya's praise.

Looking at her bright smile, Yu Gonglin remained silent for a moment, but he knew in his heart that the moment of farewell had finally come.

"However, although I don't want to bring it up at this time—"

He paused slightly, met Hinako Fukami's gaze, and spoke earnestly.

"Hinako, I have to say goodbye to you for now."

Goodbye? Now?

Hinako Fukami paused slightly, blinking gently as if she hadn't heard the words clearly, or as if she understood but couldn't accept the fact.

After all, she and Amamiya Rin had only met for less than two hours, and they had only fought side by side for less than a night. How could Ultraman and his human host have to part ways after only one day of fighting?

Amamiya Rin raised her head and looked up at the vast night sky.

"I still have my own mission to complete."

A full, bright moon hangs high in the sky, without a single cloud in sight, and sparse stars dot the night sky.

"In this vast universe, there are countless places that need to be protected, and I cannot stay on this land forever."

Amamiya Rin spoke to Fukami Hinako in a matter-of-fact tone.

Hinako Fukami pursed her lips, feeling a pang of reluctance, yet fully understanding his decision.

Because this is the Warrior of Light.

Amamiya Rin withdrew her gaze from the night sky and looked back at the girl in front of her.

"But even if I'm not by your side, even if we're thousands of miles apart, our beliefs will always be connected. You must remember this, and I will never forget you, my brave companion."

Hinako Fukami's gaze was bright and resolute: "That's right, even if we're separated, we'll continue to protect peace on our respective paths!"

Looking at the girl who had grown up before him, Amamiya Rin's eyes were filled with satisfaction. He slowly said, "The light will never disappear because of my departure, Hinako. You should understand, right? Everyone can become light through their own power. As long as you hold fast to the belief of protection in your heart, the light will always be with you and will always shine in your hands."

Light is the link; it will be passed down and will shine again.

Although this phrase has not yet appeared in this era, the concept of the continuation of light already exists.

In fact, everyone can become light through their own power. Even Hinako Akasaki, who has already become light once, has the same potential.

Or rather, the mystery called "Light" has already taken shape, and Hinako Fukami is a member of this legacy.

"I understand that as long as we have courage and perseverance, the light will never go out, and I will continue to persevere with this strength."

Hinako Fukami clenched her right fist, pressed it against her chest, and nodded solemnly.

Even though Ultraman Seven had left her body, she could still feel the power of that light, which was much weaker than before, but it was still real and tangible.

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly, and his body shone brightly once more, gradually transforming into dazzling particles of light.

He glanced at Hinako Fukasui one last time, then a beam of light shot into the sky, flying towards the vast and boundless night sky, eventually transforming into a point of starlight and disappearing into the depths of the horizon.