Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Hearing the voice, Natsuki turned around and saw his two stupid disciples, followed by Commander Shinomiya and some captains he had trained.

“I…” Ichikawa Reno, with his white hair, came up to Natsuki and looked at his seemingly unreliable but exceptionally dependable mentor. His throat bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.

But when the time to part actually came, the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.

Even though the boy was used to parting, he still couldn't suppress his emotions when he encountered such a scene again.

"Speak your heart out loud."

"Only in this way can one fully convey one's feelings to others."

Seeing the complicated expression on his face, Xia Shu chuckled and patted his shoulder, speaking in an encouraging tone.

Upon hearing this, Ichikawa Reno felt a surge of sadness welling up in his nose.

At the same time, he clenched his fists, no longer hesitating, and shouted loudly, "Master Xia Shu, thank you for your guidance during this time!"

"Although the time was short, I will never forget this precious time!"

"I... I always thought I could only be an ordinary person, stepping onto the battlefield in an ordinary way, and dying in an ordinary way. But... but Master Natsuki, you always believed that I could surpass those people I never even dared to dream of."

“Every time I collapsed from exhaustion during training, feeling like I had reached my limit, it was your encouraging words that made me stand up again. Time and time again, you firmly believed that I could become a soldier capable of standing on my own.”

"Like the stars in the sky, I shine with my own light."

"I...I did it!"

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and his words were filled with intense emotion.

This period of time was so dreamlike for him that every time he opened his eyes in bed, he would pinch himself to make sure that what he was experiencing was real.

He was truly grateful to have met someone who was so willing to encourage and support him in moving forward.

Your growth is inseparable from your own efforts.

"I simply accelerated the process."

“You will become even stronger in the future,” Xia Shu said with a smile.

Then he looked at Kafka, who was already in tears.

Compared to the teenager, this 32-year-old man was even less able to control his emotions.

He encouraged himself to move forward... He vouched for himself with his integrity to support his dream of joining the defense force, and all sorts of experiences kept echoing in his mind.

"You're not young anymore as a human, you need to learn to be more composed," Natsuki said with a helpless smile.

"......yes!"

"I will do it!"

"Master Natsuki, thank you so much for your help during this time!" Kafka stood up straight and saluted Natsuki. "I will definitely use my strength to protect the peace of this planet!"

After listening, Natsuki nodded in satisfaction.

"Then this planet is entrusted to the two of you."

"Give me your best, everyone."

"If I find you slacking off when I come back, I'll have to put you through some more grueling training."

Upon hearing this, both Hibino Kafka and Ichikawa Reno's eyes lit up.

Quickly composing himself, he shouted, "Okay!"

Under the watchful eyes of them and the group of defense team members behind them.

Xia Shu turned around and walked into the distance.

With each step, he raised his right arm high, bursting forth with dazzling light, the hem of his floral shirt billowing in the wind.

A giant with a red and silver body appeared in the light, leaped lightly, and flew into the night sky, transforming into a shooting star.

"They've left."

"This is incredible." Captain Ogata, with his thick beard, looked up at the sky and exclaimed.

Beside him, Captain Igarashi nodded subconsciously: "Truly... a being so powerful that it surpasses our imagination."

At this moment, Captain Narumi unusually refrained from pulling out his game console, instead gazing at the sky: "Powerful... and filled with justice."

Commander Shinomiya saluted in the direction where Ultraman Yozora disappeared.

"Humans...thank you for coming."

"This miraculous encounter will surely be remembered forever in human history."

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another world.

San Francisco, USA.

"Ha... I won another ten dollars."

"Today is truly my lucky day."

A man dressed in tattered clothes and a worn-out thick coat walked on the empty and desolate street, carrying a bottle of liquor in his hand. His long brown hair was tangled, and a smile appeared on his stubble-covered face.

He held a green bottle of liquor in his left hand and stuffed the ten dollars he had just won from gambling into his pocket with his right.

The dark clouds and industrial fumes blocked out most of the sunlight, making the dilapidated street look cold and gloomy.

A billboard abandoned on the street had a dinosaur-like design painted on it.

When the disheveled man reached the slum, he passed a wall covered with various advertisements and graffiti left by young people.

A monster that looks like a lizard or a dinosaur stands on one side of the wall, seemingly spitting something out of its mouth. On the other side of the wall is a slender, flat-bodied monster, as if it is about to be hit by something spat out by the giant dinosaur.

"The drawing is not bad."

“But this thing… huh…” The drunken man stopped and looked at the graffiti on the wall. He sneered. He didn’t seem to be disgusted by the graffiti itself, but by what it represented.

"This world doesn't belong to humankind at all."

"In the end, the Titans will destroy this world completely; they are the true rulers of this planet."

After watching for a while, the man looked away and continued walking towards his hut.

Arriving at a corner of the slum, there was a drafty wooden hut with corroded planks on the roof; this was his home.

"I absolutely love this awful house."

"It has a bed and a ceiling, it's perfect."

"If it didn't leak air, I would definitely sell it for a million dollars!"

He was holding a bottle of liquor and, fueled by alcohol, was talking nonsense.

Something seemed to fall from the sky and hit his beloved little wooden house, shattering the fragile wooden structure and causing the entire house to collapse with a roar.

Dust and smoke billowed up, and only the man remained standing blankly in front of the ruins of the house.

"F***!!!!"

"Whose pickled radish blew up my house?!"

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I have to attend my thesis defense tomorrow, so I'm asking for a day off in advance. Orz

Chapter 234 The Male Lead Who Fell From the Sky

"No, no, no, no..."

"This must all be fake!"

The man, looking like a homeless man, stared at his home, now reduced to ruins, not even noticing the bottle of wine that had fallen to the ground. He couldn't believe that his "mansion" was gone just like that.

He brushed aside the smoke and dust with his hand, rushed into the wooden house, and searched everywhere for the culprit who had caused all of this.

The old household items in the house were scattered all over the floor, buried in the fallen wooden planks of the roof. In the center of the ruins, he saw a red and green pattern, like the fabric of some kind of floral shirt.

"one person?"

The disheveled man followed the corner of the floral shirt and looked between the messy wooden planks, where he saw a man with his eyes closed.

His black hair was covered in dust from the room. He had an Asian face, was quite handsome, and was tall and thin. Walking at night in this slum would definitely be dangerous for him.

"Is this guy dead?" The homeless man looked up at the now-vanished rooftop, saw the gloomy sky outside, then looked down at the man lying in the ruins, and raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

The force with which this wooden house was smashed to this extent must have been enough to kill the person who fell.

"Still breathing?"

"Shit...this time we're going to have to spend money on treatment again."

Seeing the rise and fall of the man's chest in the ruins, the homeless man judged that the man was still alive. He took a few steps forward and began to move the wooden planks next to the man, preparing to take him for treatment.

The doctors in this area are all very unreliable, but at least there's treatment available, which is better than being left here.

After he heals this guy, he'll have to ask him how he fell from the sky and also discuss compensation for his beloved cabin.

However, after he got closer...

Upon hearing the sound coming from the man's mouth, his dirty face immediately turned green.

"Huff...huff...Zzz"

It's obvious that this guy is just asleep, not even unconscious.

The house was smashed up like this, yet this person is completely unharmed?

The homeless man looked at the broken plank beside the other man and the body that was intact except for some dust, and felt a sense of confusion.

"Get up right now!"

"You destroyed my home!"

The homeless man suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the man's floral shirt, pulled him up, and shook him frantically.