We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

Ultraman, a classic tokusatsu product born in the 1960s, is a unique youthful memory belonging to the older generation of viewers.

After decades of silence, with the frequent occurrence of monster disasters around the world and Ultraman Sirius repeatedly appearing to protect cities, this tokusatsu series, which was almost forgotten, has once again made a strong comeback in the public eye.

However, the company that once owned the Ultraman IP, Madoka Kabushi, had already gone bankrupt, and the IP eventually ended up in the hands of a small company after many changes.

The sudden monster disaster and the popularity of Ultraman gave this small company, which was on the verge of collapse, a golden opportunity to come back to life.

Due to the strict supervision of the CEA defense force, all major manufacturers on the market are strictly prohibited from producing and selling Ultraman Sirius related merchandise, in order to prevent malicious profiteering and abuse of the image.

However, the regulations only apply to the exclusive image of Sirius and do not restrict the creation and sale of related works of the original Ultraman.

It seems that by riding this wave of popularity, coupled with CEA's deliberate promotion, this small company has been completely revitalized, not only escaping bankruptcy but also accumulating ample cash reserves.

With capital and IP rights in hand, the company conceived the idea of ​​producing a brand new Ultraman series.

However, due to the CEA's strict vetting process for Ultraman, they ultimately settled on a safer plan and started filming a new series, "Ultraman Seven".

The series had just started filming when a massive publicity campaign swept across the internet, instantly winning the hearts of countless children.

Shota Imamura is just an ordinary child among the millions of Ultraman fans. Despite his young age, he is extremely obsessed with Ultraman, especially Ultraman Sirius, who appears in real life.

Seeing that almost all of his classmates had their own Ultraman toys, Shota secretly felt a longing in his heart.

He would be very happy to receive even the most basic Ultraman toys.

But he was well aware that his family was not well-off. Genuine Ultraman toys cost hundreds of yuan, and exquisite models could cost thousands, which was a considerable expense for his family.

The sensible Shota never cried or made a fuss with his parents for toys, silently keeping his longing for Ultraman hidden in his heart.

But his parents had already seen the disappointment and envy in their son's eyes. Feeling sorry for their son, they took him to a street stall during their free time and bought him a crudely made pirated Ultraman toy for ten yuan.

This bootleg Ultraman has blurry lines and looks completely different from the original, but Shota was still overjoyed when he got his hands on it.

In his heart, this was not a cheap, defective product, but a symbol of his parents' love and the first Ultraman he ever owned.

But this pure joy was soon shattered by the malice of reality.

The next day, Shota went to school full of anticipation, carrying his toys and wanting to play Ultraman battle games with his classmates.

To everyone's surprise, the moment the toy was taken out, it immediately drew a burst of laughter from the surrounding classmates. A group of children holding exquisite, genuine toys surrounded him, mocking him mercilessly...

"Haha, everyone look! This is a fake Ultraman!"

"It looks so weird, it must be an alien in disguise!"

"Let's work together to destroy this fake Ultraman!"

The harsh laughter and mocking words, like tiny needles, pierced Shota's heart.

Overwhelmed with grievance and embarrassment, he clutched the pirated toy tightly in his hand, his eyes red-rimmed, yet he stubbornly refused to shed a tear.

After being ridiculed by his classmates, Shota quietly developed a firm idea.

He didn't want to be laughed at by others anymore; he wanted to create a real Ultraman himself, a unique Ultraman Sirius.

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Since then, whenever he had free time after school, Shota would search for trash cans along the roadside, picking up discarded plastic shells, bottle caps, and broken parts, collecting usable materials little by little, and silently piecing together his own Ultraman Sirius.

The process of assembling by hand was extremely difficult, as these small parts could not be put together with his bootleg Ultraman.

After much trial and error, Shota discovered that only by using a lighter to heat and melt the plastic could the parts be firmly bonded together.

However, his parents soon discovered that he was secretly playing with fire. Knowing the dangers of open flames, his family strictly forbade him from using lighters again to eliminate all safety hazards.

But his parents' objections did not extinguish Shota's desire.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was his father's unintentional tenderness, but the lighter in the house was always left carelessly on the chair, giving him the opportunity to secretly make toys.

He carefully continued to assemble his handmade Ultraman while his family was busy.

Even so, there were still many small parts that couldn't be fixed by heat fusion. After thinking it over, Shota decided to buy a bottle of glue.

Fearing his parents would find out he was still making toys with lighters, he secretly saved up the spare change he had accumulated through frugality, planning to go to the convenience store downstairs alone late at night after his parents had fallen asleep to buy glue.

The streets were quiet and deserted late at night, with only the 24-hour convenience stores shining with warm lights.

The store was quiet, and a handsome young man with a gentle demeanor stood at the front desk.

Shota, an introverted and shy man, was already afraid of strangers. Even though the older brother in front of him seemed gentle and easy to get along with, he was still very nervous and kept his head down, not daring to look up.

To his relief, the receptionist didn't pay him too much attention; he just worked quietly, giving him plenty of space to be alone.

Shota quickly found the glue on the shelf, clutched it tightly in his hand, and nervously walked to the cashier to pay.

The moment the QR code could be scanned to get a quote, Shota froze on the spot.

A bottle of glue costs five yuan, but after saving for a long time, he only had four yuan left in his spare change.

The huge difference left him at a loss. He frantically clutched the coins in his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he could only put the glue back on the shelf, abandoning his long-planned scheme.

Just as he turned around, a gentle voice called out to him softly, asking in a gentle tone what he intended to do with the glue.

The older brother's eyes held a unique kindness, without any urging or impatience, and even a hint of encouragement.

For some reason, Shota, who is usually shy, let down his guard under the influence of this gentleness.

He lowered his head and quietly explained what he wanted to do, saying that he just wanted to use glue to make his own Ultraman Sirius.

When he finished speaking, he could clearly feel the older brother in front of him pause for a moment. Thinking that the older brother was going to laugh at him, Shota involuntarily closed his eyes.

The expected ridicule did not materialize.

After listening to the child's pure wish, Yun Yu slowly walked out of the cashier's counter, squatted down to look the little boy in the eye, and gently patted his head.

He knew that these introverted and sensitive children had very strong self-esteem, and that direct charity would only make them feel inferior. So he did not help them directly, but chose the gentlest and most dignified way.

"Then you pay four yuan, and I'll cover the remaining one yuan. You can pay me back when you've saved up enough money, okay?"

There was no condescending pity, no perfunctory handouts, only equal treatment and gentle fulfillment.

After hearing these words, Imamura Shota suddenly looked up and felt that the older brother in front of him was like a gentle ray of warm sunshine, which made his originally slightly gloomy little world brighter.

I thought about the beginning of today's dialogue for a long time before deciding to start it this way. I made some changes to the "Garbage King" theme, but the core is the same.

The basic coloring of Sirius's image has been completed, and it should be available soon.

There's also the issue of titles. Whether it's Hilius or something else, it's all the same; it's just a matter of translation.

Finally, thank you everyone for waiting so long. Love you all!