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

A cool night breeze swept through the streets and alleys as Shota Imamura clutched the brand-new glue in his hand and walked out of the warmly lit convenience store.

His heart pounded, and his heart was filled with a warmth he had never felt before.

He really didn't expect that the older brother on the night shift would be so gentle.

He was just a timid and inconspicuous kid who had run away alone late at night, and he was even short a dollar to pay his bill...

Yunyu showed no disgust or perfunctory attitude. She simply knelt down gently and made up the price difference for him in the most dignified way, and was willing to believe in the insignificant wish of a child.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone mocked his toys for being cheap, ugly, and worthless. Only this unfamiliar older brother was willing to listen to him seriously and even made up for his money after hearing his thoughts.

The moment he stepped out of the convenience store, Shota had already quietly made up his mind.

He was determined to save up that one yuan so that he could return it to the kind older brother at the convenience store next time he came. He would never delay paying it back and would never betray this rare kindness.

I ran all the way home. The house was quiet, and my parents were already asleep.

Shota quietly closed the door, eagerly took out a brand new bottle of glue, and spread out the Ultraman body that he had painstakingly pieced together from scrap materials over countless days and nights.

His biggest regret has always been that many hard parts could not fit together properly.

Now that there is the right glue, those bent sheets of metal can finally be firmly glued together.

He held his breath and carefully glued them together, patching up the flaws little by little and filling in the gaps bit by bit.

In particular, the piece of debris on the right arm that had been difficult to fix was finally firmly rooted in place thanks to the glue.

With the last part attached, a unique Ultraman figure was fully formed.

Ultraman Sirius 3 is finally complete.

Actually, it should have been done a long time ago, but Shota didn't expect that his idol, Ultraman Sirius, would change again and become even more handsome.

  

His handmade Ultraman still looks strange, with an asymmetrical body and pieced-together textures. It looks very different from the original Sirius, and even has a bit of a bizarre absurdity.

But Xiangtai doesn't understand these things, nor does he care about them.

Looking at the unique masterpiece in his palm, a work to which he had poured all his heart and soul, Shota felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and satisfaction.

This is a hero who belongs only to him.

Holding the warm, handmade Ultraman figure, Shota lay down on the bed and quickly drifted into a sweet dream.

The world in my dream was bright and gentle.

He confidently carried his Ultraman Sirius to the playground, and all the classmates who used to laugh at him gathered around him.

No one called it ugly or trash anymore. Everyone was amazed and praised his craftsmanship, envying him for having a unique Ultraman.

Amidst the praise, the handmade toy in his arms suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, gently enveloping his entire body.

The tiny toy rises infinitely, transforming into a truly majestic giant of light.

The real Sirius slowly bent down, gently cradling him in his large, warm palms, and carried him slowly into the air.

It glides past gentle white clouds, across clear blue skies, and even breaks through the atmosphere, traversing the vast and dazzling universe.

The wind is gentle, the light is warm, and he is surrounded by his heroes.

This is the most fulfilling and beautiful dream that Shota has ever had since he was a child.

Night fades and dawn breaks.

The next morning, the entire city was bathed in the gentle warmth of the rising sun.

The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle. The green plants along the street were covered with glistening morning dew. The morning breeze swept through the streets and alleys, carrying the fresh and clean scent of grass and trees.

Flocks of early birds soar across the clear sky, and the streets and alleys are filled with vibrant and gentle morning scenery.

When he woke up, his beautiful dream from last night was still vivid and clear. He was still a little sleepy, but the thought of his Ultraman Sirius instantly banished all his sleepiness.

He quickly washed up, changed into his school uniform, carefully placed his "Ultraman Sirius" toy into the softest compartment of his backpack, protected it tightly, and then, full of anticipation, ran towards school.

He desperately wanted everyone to see his Ultraman Sirius; he had his own hero!

But the harsh reality always comes unexpectedly.

As soon as I stepped into the classroom, the bright sky seemed to turn gloomy in an instant.

The clear sky outside the window was obscured by layers of thick, dark clouds, and the light suddenly dimmed, creating a suffocating atmosphere, much like the mocking laughter that was about to engulf us.

All eyes were fixed on his schoolbag, and the familiar yet jarring laughter erupted once more:

"Haha, here we go again! You collect scraps every day just to piece together this huge pile of junk?"

"She keeps it like a precious treasure every day; it makes me feel embarrassed."

"This thing can be called Ultraman? It's clearly a monster!"

Each sarcastic remark was like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into Shota's burning heart.

The praise I received in my dream last night was utterly crushed at this moment.

He froze on the spot, his whole body turned ice-cold, as if the whole world had collapsed in an instant.

A masterpiece to which one has poured one's heart and soul is still considered garbage, a monster, and a joke by others.

That day, Shota was in a daze the whole time.

He couldn't concentrate in class, dared not look people in the eye, and huddled alone in a corner during breaks, clutching his schoolbag tightly.

He finally made it home after school, and walked home dejectedly with his head down.

At dinner time, the dining table was empty and the bedroom door was tightly closed.

When the father got home from get off work, he looked at his son, who still hadn't come out, and his eyes were full of worry. He asked his wife in a low voice, "What's wrong with Shota today? He locked his bedroom door after school and didn't come out to eat."

The mother sighed softly, her eyes filled with heartache and helplessness: "I don't know. He came back looking sullen, and he won't say anything when I ask him. I'm afraid he was wronged at school again."

The couple knew their child was introverted and sensitive, always sensible, and never misbehaved; this state of affairs must mean the child had suffered a great injustice.

They took turns gently persuading him from outside the door, calling him to eat, patiently comforting him, and telling him that no matter what happened, his family would always love him the most.

But the door remained tightly shut, and there was no response from inside.

Inside the room, enveloped in tender love, Shota finally couldn't hold back the grievances that had been building up all day.

He hugged the handmade Ultraman figure tightly, buried his head in his knees, and his silent sobs finally turned into a breakdown, as tears that had been suppressed for so long poured out.

He kept recalling the scene from his dream.

I remember how Ultraman Sirius gently held him and took him soaring through the starry sea.

He recalled the scene in his dream where everyone sincerely praised him...

The more perfect the dream, the crueler the reality.

He cried for a very long time, and finally, in extreme exhaustion and grievance, he hugged his beloved toy and fell into a deep sleep.

His breathing gradually became steady, his little brows still tightly furrowed, and in his sleep, he unconsciously murmured his childish words:

"Sirius... Ultraman..."

Warm tears slid down, one by one, onto the deformed Ultraman body pieced together from garbage.

Water droplets seeped into the cracks of the rough garbage, and at that moment, no one saw it, and no one could perceive it.

The purest grievances and the most persistent love, as tears completely soaked the toy, the broken and deformed handmade Ultraman quietly lit up with a glimmer of light.

Late at night in the city, on empty, deserted streets.

A strangely shaped, deformed giant figure, pieced together from countless fragments of trash, slowly emerged from the night.

Its appearance is strange, yet it has an outline almost identical to that of Sirius.

In the pitch-black night, the giant lowered his head slightly, and from within his broken body came a resolute murmur:

"guard……"