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

"Boss, a glass of orange juice, please."

A familiar voice rang out in the bar. The owner subconsciously shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness rising in his heart, but he still picked up a glass and made a glass of orange juice for the young customer.

From the moment this young man first pushed open the door of the Star Harbor Bar, he sensed an inexplicable strangeness about him.

Outwardly, Yun Yu was just an ordinary young human, dressed simply, and his demeanor was nothing unusual.

But the boss had lived through countless interstellar years, and his mental perception was far more acute than that of ordinary aliens. He caught a faint mental fluctuation.

The source of that mental fluctuation was this young man in front of him.

Yun Yu had been trying to conceal her presence, but while she could fool others, she couldn't fool the experienced bar owner.

He could vaguely sense that the young man had used his mental powers more than once to secretly eavesdrop on the conversations between the guests in the booths on a telekinetic level.

At first, he intended to turn a blind eye.

With the Earth in such turmoil, the exiled aliens are already struggling to survive, facing enough troubles already. He really doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

But after observing him repeatedly, he couldn't bring himself to launch a full-scale attack.

Yun Yu carried a similar aura to these exiles, a sense of being adrift and helpless, and for some reason, he always exuded a warm aura.

That's why he chose to ask the guest to leave this time.

This was not an attempt to harm the other person, but rather an act of protection.

Because the guests who are about to visit have a far greater sense of perception than I do.

Fortunately, Yunyu understood his hint and did not pester him, but quietly left the bar.

But to everyone's surprise, Yun Yu started coming to Star Harbor Bar almost every day after that.

Every time I come here, I always order just one orange juice and sit quietly at the bar.

Each time he subtly hinted at driving her away, Yun Yu would politely thank him, get up and leave, and then reappear in the store on time the next day.

This cycle has continued day after day for over a week, leaving the boss at a loss for what to do.

Sometimes, without the boss even having to remind him, Yun Yu would get up and leave before eleven o'clock on his own. His comings and goings were very regular, and the boss couldn't figure out what he was doing.

Being constantly stalked by this young man of unknown origin is somewhat annoying, but there's also some good news.

Recently, the number of evil aliens committing crimes in the old city area has decreased sharply.

Perhaps the CEA intensified its investigation and arrested all those who came to Earth to take advantage of the chaos?

With these troublemakers gone, the atmosphere in the bar became much more peaceful, and most of the people who came here to gather were interstellar refugees who just wanted to live a peaceful life.

The boss felt a weight lifted from his heart, and his mood improved considerably.

In addition, he had already planned to close the store for a break after a while, so he simply stopped caring about Yun Yu's constant visits.

While mentally planning all the trivial matters after closing the shop, the owner hummed softly along with the melody playing in the shop, his hands constantly wiping the glassware.

Just then, Yun Yu's voice came from the bar, interrupting his thoughts:

"Boss, what's the name of this background music?"

The boss, who had initially planned not to answer any of Yun Yu's questions, suddenly stopped what he was doing. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice low and gentle:

"It's called 'Blue Sunrise'."

He had long ago warned himself that no matter what questions this young man asked, he should not respond; keeping his distance was the best option.

But it was precisely this piece of music that Yunyu asked about...

This is like a treasured piece of music that someone has kept for a long time. They thought no one could understand the emotions in it, but suddenly someone else hears the charm and asks for the name.

The emotions that had been buried deep in his heart surged up uncontrollably, compelling him to give a reply.

"Is there any special meaning behind it?"

Yunyu genuinely loves this piece of music. She has come every night for so many days in a row to listen to it again and again, and she finds the melody increasingly beautiful and melodious.

Deep within the melody of Coca-Cola lies a layer of lingering, faint melancholy.

Some of the melodies sound soothing and peaceful, but upon closer listening, they are permeated with an inescapable sadness.

Like the background music of anime I watched when I was a child, it seems light and melodious on the surface, but its core is full of regret. After listening to it for a long time, my heart will feel inexplicably heavy.

The bartender lowered his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold rim of his glass, his gaze fixed on the dark night sky outside the bar window, dotted with sparse starlight.

He didn't launch into a long, detailed account of the past; instead, he simply stated the origin of the piece's name in a calm tone.

"Its name comes from a unique sight in my hometown. In my hometown, when the sun rises, the entire sky is dyed a clear blue, which is called the blue sunrise."

Moved by the emotions evoked by the melody, the boss turned to the employee who remained in the store and briefly spoke to them, instructing them to look after the other customers. He then pulled out a chair and sat down next to Yunyu.

The ethereal melody of "Blue Sunrise" continued to flow gently through the space, enveloping the two people in its soft sound.

The bar's dim, yellowish lights isolated it from the surrounding noise.

Yun Yu held the half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand and turned her head to look at the bar owner next to her.

Under the dim light, one could see the weariness that had settled in the other person's eyes, as well as a deep-seated sense of melancholy. Many things were suppressed in silence, and they were unwilling to easily reveal them to outsiders.

The boss didn't say anything more, just listened quietly to the music, his gaze drifting towards the night outside the window.

As if passing through the city's towering buildings, a scene of wonder that belongs only to one's homeland comes to mind.

That blue sky where the sun rises is now nowhere to be seen again...

Yunyu didn't make a sound to disturb them, as beautiful songs flowed in her ears.

A longing for another Earth, belonging to him alone, gradually rose in his heart.

Neither of them spoke; they simply sat side by side, immersed in the slowly resonating music.

Music has always been the best medium for communication between different civilizations.

Even if people don't understand each other's languages, they can still convey emotions through melodies and complete communication that transcends barriers.

History provides numerous vivid examples:

The Spanish International Brigades of that time, soldiers from all over the world spoke completely different mother languages ​​and faced numerous communication barriers, yet they were able to sing "The Internationale" together. Thousands of voices, the same melody, tightly bound everyone together.

In 1977, Voyager 1 and 2 carried a gold-plated bronze record into the vast expanse of space. The record contained ninety minutes of various musical pieces, sending the sounds of Earth's civilization to the boundless universe.

Each and every example proves that music is an invisible bridge built between civilizations, and a barrier-free communication channel between people.

Often, what people lack is precisely this opportunity to communicate without having to put their guard down.

"Boss, why did you decide to open this bar in the first place?"

Yun Yu didn't pry into the other party's true identity; some things are better left unsaid.

He avoided probing questions and, out of curiosity, casually inquired about the initial motivation for opening the bar.

Upon hearing this question, the boss was slightly taken aback.

The layers of defense that had been erected deep within her heart gradually melted away in the face of the boy's burning passion.

He remained silent for a long time, countless memories of wandering the universe flashing through his mind. He picked up his own wine glass, took a small sip, and then slowly spoke:

"Perhaps, it's just a hope that those who have wandered here can smell a trace of home."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss turned to look at Yun Yu beside him, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Would you like to try a glass of wine from my homeland?"

Yun Yu subconsciously raised his hand to refuse, but before he could say anything, the boss added another sentence.

"It's my treat."

Having said all that, refusing now would seem too distant.

At worst, you can take a small sip first to test if you still have an alcohol allergy.

He remembered that when he was a human, he would feel itchy and uncomfortable all over his body after drinking alcohol. It wasn't serious, but it was still very uncomfortable. He wondered if he would feel the same way now.

After a moment's hesitation, Yun Yu nodded in agreement.

Having received a reply, the boss got up and walked to the bar to prepare this drink that was unique to his home planet.

Soon, a glass of wine with a pale blue sheen was pushed in front of Yun Yu.

"Liutal Star Wine, please." The owner raised his hand, making an elegant gesture to indicate that it was time to drink.

Yun Yu didn't stand on ceremony. She lowered her head slightly, took a small sip, and immediately tasted the unique flavor.

He wouldn't call himself a wine connoisseur, unable to discern the complexities of wine tasting, but he could still intuitively tell whether a wine was good or bad.

After a moment's reflection, Yunyu carefully chose her words and truthfully expressed her feelings:

"It tastes great, very refreshing, and doesn't have the pungent or strange smell of ordinary alcoholic beverages. Even someone like me who almost never drinks can easily swallow it."

After a pause, Yun Yu thought for a moment and then asked, "Liutal Star, does this name have any meaning?"

The boss ran his fingertips along the rim of the glass, his gaze fixed on the dark night sky outside the window, his tone calm and gentle:

"In our language, Luttal means the place where the morning light rests."

"It's the scene depicted in 'Blue Sunrise.' Whenever the sun rises and blue light fills the entire sky, our ancestors felt that the light of dawn had temporarily lingered on this planet, hence the name."

To make it easier to tell the story, he pulled up a chair and sat back down next to Yunyu, speaking in a calm and gentle tone as he slowly began to recount the story of this glass of wine in his hometown.

Yunyu listened attentively, occasionally offering a brief comment or two, quietly being a listener.

He also quietly paid attention to his physical condition. As time passed, he did not experience any itchy allergic reactions.

With my heart finally at ease, I decided to treat this glass of Lutar Star wine as a special beverage and sip it slowly.

The owner continued to recount the story of how the wine spread in his hometown, and how people used to gather and drink together in his old homeland.

He paused abruptly halfway through his speech, his expression slightly composed, and he stood up to look at Yun Yu.

"We'll have guests arriving soon, so it's not convenient for me to continue chatting here. Let's call it a day."

Yun Yu instantly understood the implication behind the words "get rid of me," and neither persisted nor betrayed the other party's kindness.

He stood up, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, gently placed the empty glass on the bar counter, and gave a bright smile.

"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow."

The boss didn't answer, but simply nodded and took the empty glass away.

Yun Yu didn't dwell on the other party's slightly cold reaction. During the brief pause in their conversation, he had already used his senses to secretly mark the evil alien lurking in the bar.

After doing all this, he turned and walked out of the Star Harbor Bar.

After finishing their night shift at the convenience store, they would visit each of these aliens who were causing trouble on Earth, offering them a "special treat" from Earth.

The night was deep outside the alley, and the evening breeze carried the unique atmosphere of the old town.

Whether it was the emotional boost from that glass of Lutar Star wine or not, the melody of "Blue Sunrise" unconsciously kept playing in Yun Yu's mind.

The exotic melody lingered in my heart, and the homesickness buried deep within me surged up once again.

That was the land where he grew up, carrying all the memories of his childhood.

Like many others in this bar who can no longer go home, he too is a stranger adrift in this place.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the streetlights cast a long shadow of him. Yun Yu put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the quiet path, unconsciously humming "Blue Sunrise".

But without realizing it, I found myself humming a song from my childhood.

"Sunny day feels a bit lonely, toys lying around..."

The evening breeze swept through the streets and alleys, the songs faded into the night, and longing weighed heavily on my heart.

After Yunyu left the bar, the two powerful aliens she had encountered earlier were already seated in a booth.

The dim light fell on the two of them, while the other guests around them drank their wine and were immersed in the melody of "Blue Sunrise," unaware of the strangeness in this corner.

The two barely opened their lips, communicating silently at the level of consciousness entirely through mental power.

[A lead?]

One of their thoughts was quietly transmitted.

The other person picked up a wine glass, lightly tapping the rim with their fingertips, their tone conveying absolute certainty.

[We've figured it out. Tomorrow we'll just force the target out and kidnap them.]

What should be done about Ultraman Nashius?

"No way, you, a fugitive, would be afraid of that giant of light?"

I'm not scared.

At this moment, the former's telepathic message carried an undisguised greed: "What I mean is, should we find an opportunity to capture Ultraman Sirius as well?"

Are you awake?

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These two chapters have been polished for a long time. I wonder what everyone thinks of them?

Finally, thank you everyone for your support and patience. Love you all, meow Ciallo～(∠・ω＜)⌒☆】