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A corner of the classroom of Class 3, Grade 4 at Sunshine Primary School in the eastern district of City A.

The boy, Little Bear, lowered his head, his fingers gripping the pencil tightly as he drew messy lines on his workbook.

His seat was in the last row by the window; it was less a seat and more an isolated island deliberately created for him.

During the break between classes, several boys gathered around his desk.

"Hey, little mute, why aren't you saying anything again today?"

"Didn't the teacher tell you to interact more with your classmates? Then do it!"

"Like a wooden doll, boring."

"I heard his dad took him to the hospital, what's it called... autism? It's basically a mental illness."

The little bear lowered its head even further, and the pencil tip drew a deep mark on the paper.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk.

But those words were stuck in my throat, like they were stuffed with thick cotton, and I couldn't make a sound.

Even when he manages to speak, it's halting and stammering, only earning him more ridicule.

The teacher will stop them and criticize the classmates who bully him.

But what if the teacher isn't around?

A pencil case deliberately knocked over on the way home from school, the awkwardness of never being wanted during group assignments in PE class, the occasional trash found in the desk drawer...

These subtle acts of malice, like invisible needles, pierced the softest part of his heart.

Until that weekend afternoon.

The little bear was huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging its knees, while the TV was showing the final episodes of "Ultraman Tiga".

In the scene, darkness shrouds the world, and Gatanothor's tentacles devour hope.

The Ultraman Tiga statue sank to the bottom of the sea, children all over the world raised their hands, and light converged...

Then, there was that conversation.

Lina asked, "You can't transform into Ultraman anymore, right?"

Daigo turned around, looking at Rena as if he were looking through a screen at everyone watching, and said earnestly.

"In fact, everyone can become light through their own power."

"You've become like that too, haven't you?"

You've become one too, haven't you?

At that moment, it was as if a real ray of light pierced through the little bear's heart and shone into the loneliest corner of his soul.

Light?

Can everyone... become light?

He stared blankly at the screen, tears streaming down his face without warning.

From that day on, something new entered Little Bear's world.

Ultraman.

His father bought him a plastic Ultraman Tiga toy, but he always felt it wasn't realistic enough.

So he began to learn how to use carving knives and wood.

The first piece was very rough.

On a square piece of wood, Tiga's head and breastplate were barely carved out, with one eye larger than the other, and the timer crooked.

But he carefully placed it in the most conspicuous spot on his desk.

Then came the second, the third...

Ultraman Tiga, Ultraman Seven, Ultraman Jack, Ultraman Ace, Ultraman Taro...

His desk gradually turned into a small Ultraman display stand.

Each wood carving is more exquisite and lifelike than the last.

He doesn't need to speak while he's carving.

All you need to do is focus on the wood and imagine the red, purple, and silver giant standing in front of you, saying:

"You too can become light."

Six months later, the Municipal Youth Palace held a charity sale event called "Lighting Up the Stars - Caring for Children with Autism".

The bear's stall was in a rather inconspicuous corner.

There were more than a dozen Ultraman wooden carvings neatly arranged on the table, and next to them were several Ultraman masks made by hand using cardboard and paint.

He sat on a small stool, his hands on his knees, watching the crowds coming and going with some nervousness.

Most people just glance at it and walk away; a few will stop to take a look, but shake their heads and leave after hearing the price.

"Wooden ones are so expensive?"

"It's probably just something kids do for fun."

"Ultraman? How old are you to still be playing with this?"

The little bear pursed its lips, offering no explanation.

He knew his work wasn't good enough, not... realistic enough.

But he still wanted to sell it.

The proceeds from the charity sale will be donated to autism rehabilitation centers to help more children like him.

"A very nice wood carving."

A gentle male voice rang out.

The little bear raised its head.

A man wearing a mask and a baseball cap was standing in front of the stall, so his face was not visible.

He was picking up the wooden carving of Ultraman Tiga and examining it closely.

"How much is one?"

The little bear opened its mouth, its throat feeling a little tight.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady:

"Nine dollars and ninety cents... each."

It's much better than before.

Six months ago, he couldn't even finish such a simple sentence.

Yang Qian then pointed to the Ultraman Tiga mask next to her, which was meticulously painted with gold and silver paint.

"What about this one?"

"It's also... nine yuan and ninety cents."

The little bear paused, then mustered its courage and added:

"Everything here... costs 9.9 yuan."

This was the first time someone had shown such serious interest in his work, and he wanted to do his best to promote it.

Yang Qian looked into his eyes and suddenly asked.

Can I ask you a question?

The little bear nodded.

Why do you like Ultraman?

Upon hearing the words "Ultraman," the little bear's eyes lit up instantly.

The stuttering and nervousness subsided considerably, replaced by a heartfelt enthusiasm.

"I...I hope to be as powerful as Ultraman."

"Protect...yourself, and...the world."

Yang Qian listened quietly without interrupting.

After the little bear finished speaking, he asked softly:

"So, do you think Ultraman is real?"

This question startled Little Bear for a moment, then his face became extremely serious.

"It's true! My dad... said it was fake, it was an act... but..."

The voice was much louder than before, and even carried a hint of stubborn tremor.

"I...still believe...that they all exist! They protected...our world!"

He was a little anxious, seemingly worried that the other person was also an adult who had come to correct his childish ideas.

Yang Qian looked at him, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve slightly under her mask.

"Um."

He said.

"I think it's true too."

The little bear was stunned.

Yang Qian pointed to the wooden light stick and the Tiga wood carving.

"I'll take this one, and this one too."

"Huh?"

The little bear almost thought he had misheard.

Not only did the other person not laugh at him, but they also wanted to buy his things?

"That'll be... nineteen yuan and eighty cents... I'll settle for... nineteen yuan!"

The little bear quickly calculated, took out the printed QR code for receiving payment, and his little hands trembled a little with excitement.

"Here you go!"

Yang Qian took out her phone and pretended to scan a QR code, but suddenly let out a regretful sigh.

"Ah, after thinking about it carefully, I still... can't buy it."

"Excuse me."

The bear's hand froze in mid-air.

The eyes that had just lit up instantly dimmed.

He lowered his head and looked at his meticulously carved wooden sculpture.

As expected... it still doesn't work.

Is it because the carving isn't realistic enough?

Or is it because... Ultraman is fake, so his works also seem ridiculous?

"It's...it's okay."

He spoke softly, trying hard not to let his voice betray a sob.

"It must be because my...work...is too bad."

"I... will definitely try my best to do... even better."

He was blaming himself.

Yang Qian shook his head.

"That's not the reason."

He paused, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"But because—"

He raised the wooden magic wand towards the sunlight.

"It really can summon Ultraman."

The little bear looked up blankly.

What does that mean?

Yang Qian turned to her side and raised her voice:

"You're right, right, Daigo?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure wearing a red and white Victory team uniform stepped out from the crowd.

He took off his hat, revealing a face familiar to countless children.

Hiroshi Nagano.

Or rather, Daigo!!

"certainly."

He laughed and said that the voice was exactly the same as on TV.

The little bear froze on the spot.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound.

My mind went completely blank.

Is it...is it a hallucination?

Is it a dream?

Or was it because he wanted to believe that Ultraman was real so much that he was hallucinating?

Just then, someone gently patted him on the shoulder.

The little bear mechanically turned its head.

A fluid body adorned with alternating silver, red, and purple hues; a bright timer on its chest; milky-white, luminous eyes; a sparkling crystal on its forehead…

Ultraman Tiga!

She stood right behind him.

Not just Ultraman Tiga.

Original, Zoffy, Seven, Jack, Ace, Taro...

Seven Ultraman stood in a row, truly existing in the afternoon sunlight.

They bowed slightly to the boy who believed in the light.

The surrounding crowd had fallen into dead silence, then erupted in incredulous gasps.

The phone camera was pointed frantically in this direction.

But the little bear couldn't hear anything.

In his world, only these giants of light remained before him.

Tears welled up unexpectedly, blurring my vision.

He wiped it away forcefully, afraid it was a dream, afraid they would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"You...you are..."

He turned his head, trembling, to look at Yang Qian, who was wearing a mask.

Yang Qian took off her mask and hat.

Little Bear had seen that face countless times in promotional videos for the Land of Light.

"Teacher Hikaru!!!"

He blurted it out.

"It was you...you sent them???"

Yang Qian squatted down so that she and the bear were at eye level.

He shook his head, his smile gentle.

No, that's not it.

He pointed to the bear's heart.

"I was just asked by the Ultramen to pick up their children."

"What truly calls them to cross dimensions and come here... is the light within yourself."

After the event, Xiao Xiong's father held Yang Qian's hand tightly, and the middle-aged man's eyes were also red.

"Teacher A-Guang...you've worked so hard today, and all the actors too..."

His voice choked with emotion.

"Little Bear... hasn't been this happy in a long time."

He took out a thick envelope and handed it over sincerely.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I know it's not much, but please accept it..."

Yang Qian gently reached out to stop him.

"Really, you don't need to."

The bear's father grew anxious, "But... you've got such a big production team, so many actors, and costumes..."

None of that matters.

Yang Qian turned her head and looked into the distance.

In the corner of the lounge, Little Bear was surrounded by a group of Ultraman.

Hiroshi Nagano squatted down in front of him, teaching him how to pose for the Specium Ray;

The little boy's eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled.

Yang Qian withdrew her gaze, looked at the little bear's father, and said softly:

"Men entrust their dreams to boys—"

"No reason is ever needed."

On the way back.

Zhou Dali looked excited.

"Boss, what do you think of the intelligence I provided this time?"

"good."

Yang Qian nodded. "I'll give you a magic light stick."

"Huh? It's made of wood?"

"Um."

"It's a teddy bear carving; I traded my autograph for it."

He was also holding another wooden carving in his hand.

The Ultraman Tiga that was initially placed in the most prominent position on the stall.

Zhou Dali carefully put away the wooden magic light stick.

"Then I've hit the jackpot."

That evening, on Little Bear's desk.

The Ultraman wooden sculptures are still neatly arranged.

But among them, there was one more photo.

In the photo, the boy stands in the middle, smiling brightly.

To his left stood Hiroshi Nagano, dressed in the Victory Team uniform, and to his right was Ultraman Tiga, who was bending over. Behind him were six other giants of light.

On the back of the photo, there is a line of handwritten words:

[To the little bear who believes in the light—you are already the light.]

Signed: A-Guang, and all Ultraman.

The boy held the photo and looked at it for a very long time.

Then he picked up a carving knife and a new piece of wood.

This time, he's going to sculpt a new Ultraman.

It's not Ultraman Tiga, not Seven, and it hasn't appeared on any TV show.

It was the one and only Ultraman in his heart.