Ultraman: Feed my daddy

"I hereby declare the ribbon-cutting ceremony officially open."

After a flurry of activity, all the guests had been received, and it was finally time to begin the main event of the day.

Masashi Ōmura called to Hōgen and several other ribbon-cutters to come and cut the ribbon together.

Each of them was given a small pair of scissors, which they would use to cut the red silk later.

Just as Fengyuan stood up, preparing to go over.

The white teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) hanging beside him suddenly turned red.

In an instant, it flew onto Feng Yuan's shoulder, becoming as big as a person, even half a head taller than Feng Yuan.

At the same time, Feng Yuan's eyes lost their light, and he stared blankly ahead.

"Huh? What kind of outfit is that?"

Fengyuan, holding a small pair of scissors, walked towards Masashi Omura and the other ribbon-cutters.

At first, no one noticed the red teru teru bozu doll on his shoulder.

But as he stepped out from the crowd and walked toward the podium, his strange attire immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Something's not right with Fengyuan."

Masaji Ōmura also noticed Oogen at that moment. Having had more contact with Oogen and understanding him better, he naturally wouldn't think it was a strange outfit like the others.

"What's wrong with that? I think he's just a clown trying to attract attention."

Aoshima Ichiro, who was also next to Ōmura Masashi, heard his words and muttered something under his breath.

These words made Feng Yuan suddenly look up in his direction.

The teru teru bozu on Fengyuan's shoulder also looked at Aoshima Ichiro with empty eyes, startling him.

"puff--"

Before he could react further, the Teru Teru Bozu suddenly spewed out a burst of red, insane gas, which sprayed straight at Aoshima Ichiro's face.

In a panic, Aoshima Ichiro accidentally inhaled a mouthful of red, insane gas. A dark red chain appeared around his neck, and his eyes turned somewhat ferocious.

"Are you alright, Qingdao... ugh—"

The coach next to Aoshima Ichiro pulled him out to check if he was alright, when Aoshima Ichiro suddenly sprang up and plunged the small scissors in his hand into the coach's abdomen. One cut wasn't enough; he pulled them out and stabbed the coach a second time.

"What are you doing? Qingdao, he's trying to help you..."

Fortunately, the other coaches were also paying attention to the matter and intervened in time to stop Ichiro Aoshima's violent act.

Before they could even teach Aoshima Ichiro a lesson, a thick, red, crazed aura enveloped them all.

After the red aura dissipated, dark red chains appeared around their necks, and each of them held small scissors, ready to stab someone.

Finally, someone realized something was wrong.

"That's the red gas he's spewing out! That stuff drives people crazy! Get away! Everyone get away!"

A coach in the audience shouted loudly and began to evacuate the remaining guests.

Several coaches who went berserk were dealt with.

Several coaches or parents joined in from behind, ready to subdue Fengyuan and end the chaos.

But as chaos ensued, the Red Sunny Doll seemed to gain even more power, spewing out an even denser and more intense red gas of madness from its mouth.

Feng Yuan's body was enveloped in a halo, and anyone who dared to approach would go berserk, making everyone afraid to get close.

Throughout the entire ordeal, no matter what chaos occurred in the room, he kept walking toward the podium.

The target was Masashi Ōmura.

He was the first anchor point Feng Yuan encountered on Earth, the first person to give Feng Yuan warmth.

Nova planned to manipulate Gen to kill him, and further break Gen's spirit.

At this point, although Feng Yuan had already fallen into the fantasy woven by his family and clan on Planet L77, it was not yet complete.

There were still some people on Earth supporting him in his heart, which kept him subconsciously resisting.

Only by completely killing Masashi Ōmura, Momoko Yamaguchi, Ultraman Seven, and even their families, and severing all of Gen's social ties, can he succeed.

Only by making him invincible again and realize that he himself killed them can Feng Yuan be completely ensnared and never wake up again.

And so, under Nova's control, Fengyuan walked forward step by step, the small scissors in his hand already raised, ready to stab at any moment.

Masashi Ōmura seemed to realize that the enemy was coming for him, so he did not try to escape.

He slowly raised his fists, and somehow a circle of red silk, originally intended for ribbon-cutting, was wrapped around them, forming a makeshift boxing glove.

"Although I'm getting old, I've never slacked off in my training. If you want to defeat me, then come on!"

The crimson, frenzied gas swirled, forming an arena centered on the two individuals, isolating everyone else from the outside.

Faced with Masaji Ōmura's invitation, Fengyuan did not refuse. He took a step forward and rushed forward.

Outside the arena, the red aura relentlessly pursued the crowd, forcing them to retreat again and again, until they finally withdrew from the new stadium. They could only watch as the red aura, which had completely enveloped the new stadium, stopped its expansion.

"Has everyone been evacuated? Let's count the heads and see if anyone is still inside!"

After the red aura stopped, the group hurriedly retreated for a distance until they were too exhausted to continue.

After they stopped, people started organizing a headcount, and others were busy calling the Victory Team's hotline.

An incident of this magnitude is completely beyond the capabilities of ordinary police forces; only the Victory Team can handle it.

The statistics came out quickly.

"Most of the people who came have evacuated, except for Mr. Masaji Ōmura and that guy."

"Oh dear, he still hasn't come out. Mr. Omura is probably in grave danger. I told you that guy wasn't a good person, but Mr. Omura insisted on taking him in. He even invited him to the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Now look what happened, he's lost his life and almost dragged us down with him."

"Hey, how can you talk like that? Who could possibly know this beforehand?"

"Why can't I speak...?"

The scene quickly descended into chaos, with those defending Masashi Ōmura and those criticizing him each sticking to their own arguments, resulting in a heated debate.

The scene was incredibly chaotic, especially with Qingdao and the others struggling frantically to the side.

Inside the new gymnasium, the battle between Masashi Ōmura and Gen was about to come to a conclusion.

One is a middle-aged person over forty whose physical functions are still declining even with regular exercise.

One is a strong and powerful alien who has recently learned a variety of new fighting techniques and is making rapid progress.

The outcome is no surprise.

Masaji Ōmura was covered in wounds, panting heavily, and in excruciating pain all over his body, but he was persevering only through sheer willpower.

Feng Yuan, holding a small pair of scissors, pressed forward relentlessly, each move aimed at killing.

"Pfft~"

Unable to defend himself, Masashi Omura was stabbed in the throat artery by a small pair of scissors, and blood gushed out, splattering all over Gen's face.

But it was at that very moment that Masaji Ōmura slapped Gen across the face with all his might.

A slight stinging and warm sensation awakened a sliver of Feng Yuan's consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Masashi Ōmura smiling at him, and the fountain of blood in his throat stopped gushing out, replaced by a wheezing sound.

It seemed as if he wanted to say something to himself with his last breath.

Without giving Masashi Omura a chance, a red tentacle extended from Omura's shoulder and pushed his body down.

"Thump~"