Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

He reacted with even faster speed than before, dodging Shinjiro's swinging fist with a nimble sidestep and slipping into the gap in Shinjiro's attack. At extremely close range, he pressed the plasma hand cannon on his left arm against Shinjiro's chest armor.

"Bam—!"

The plasma energy cannon fired, and the powerful impact sent Shinjiro flying backward, crashing into the dense crowd.

Seeing this, Natsuki decisively stepped forward and caught Shinjiro safely.

"Don't rush, Shinjiro."

"That guy lost an arm and can no longer defend himself, so he can only resort to such tricky fighting methods."

"In this advantageous situation, don't rush to make any moves that leave too many openings. Just use the Specium lightsaber to gradually force him into a position where he can dodge."

Natsuki's voice reached Jiro's ears amidst the noise of the crowd, instructing him on the correct fighting method at this moment.

This intense real combat is often the moment when a soldier grows the fastest.

"Thank you, Mr. Natsuki." Shinjiro thanked Natsuki, then took a deep breath, preparing to attack the Aidashik alien again.

But before he took his first step.

"Ultraman!"

"As expected, you really are Ultraman!"

"Ultraman, fighting to protect everyone's lives!" Rena Sayama ran out of the traffic jam, came to the edge of the battlefield, and shouted to Shinjiro with words of longing.

And under the influence of her words.

The others around them also remembered the figure who had protected the Earth forty years ago.

If the alien is using real weapons, then it's a real alien, so... this one is probably a real Ultraman too!

"Go for it, Ultraman!"

They shouted from the bottom of their hearts in the direction where Shinjiro was standing.

It's as if a similar scene occurred forty years ago.

"Everyone..."

Hearing the sudden burst of support, Shinjiro felt somewhat dazed. These were people who were supporting his fight, people who recognized his abilities.

"Noisy!"

"Do they really think I don't exist?!" The Aidashik alien felt even more resentful at being used as a pawn by others, as the shouts around him grew louder.

He raised his arm and fired two consecutive plasma cannon shots in the direction where the crowd was most concentrated.

Seeing this, Natsuki prepared to intercept the two attacks midway.

To his surprise, Shinjiro did the same thing.

Two figures blocked the way in front of the crowd.

One figure flew out in the flames, while another figure firmly blocked the attack thanks to the superior performance of their armor.

"Absolutely not! I will not let you hurt them!"

Shinjiro stood at the front of the crowd, and as if by instinct, he slightly bowed, stretched out his hands in a fighting stance, and stared intently at the Aidashik alien.

For the past seventeen years, I have been confused about this power and worried that others would see me as a monster.

But at this moment, this power is meant to protect these people.

He didn't know if he could be as good as his father.

But the name he carries on his back right now is Ultraman!

Rena Sayama and the surrounding citizens felt incredibly safe seeing this familiar figure, who disregarded his own safety to protect people.

......

While being blown away.

As Natsuki watched Shinjiro's performance, the corners of his mouth under his helmet couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"As expected... no wonder he's his child."

He was very satisfied with Shinjiro's performance.

If you don't understand the meaning of protection and only know how to eliminate enemies, you can't be called an Ultraman no matter how powerful you are.

The current Shinjiro is already starting to resemble Ultraman.

She flew backwards all the way to a small alley without surveillance cameras, where she landed steadily.

He dusted himself off and then threw the helmet, which was connected to the Kurt's channel, onto the ground.

I looked at the ordinary apartment building next to me.

With a light leap, he landed on the rooftop of the apartment building. There were no security cameras on the rooftop, so his whereabouts were unknown to the Kurt team.

Although it was afternoon, the weather was somewhat overcast, and the sunlight was not very bright.

Look towards the sky above the battlefield.

"What a faint light."

"What exactly has the Land of Light gone through?"

Tell me.

"elder brother......"

Xia Shu looked at the figure that seemed incredibly lonely to him and slightly released his telepathic abilities.

......

The top of a building near the Shibuya All-Way Crossing.

Bemular gazed at the battlefield, his eyes gleaming.

"Shinjiro is growing up as expected..."

He keeps a close eye on Shinjiro, hoping that Shinjiro can quickly become a real Ultraman.

The reason she appeared before Shinjiro as Bemular was to stimulate Shinjiro's growth.

His body can't hold on much longer.

"Star Cluster Council... Zetton Core... I will definitely reclaim the Land of Light." Bemular raised her head, looking in the direction where the Ultra Star should be shining in the sky, and said in her heart.

As the only survivor who escaped the disaster, he vowed to save his homeland.

However, he has now completely lost his former strength.

In the vast universe, there is nothing he can rely on. Having lost everything, he can only come to Earth, hoping to cultivate a new Ultraman here.

Before he completely collapsed, he had to see that Shinjiro could stand on his own.

Now, things are on track. Although Shinjiro's growth is slow, at this rate, he should be able to see the day when Shinjiro becomes Ultraman.

I just hope the Star Cluster Council doesn't attack Earth so soon...

Thinking this, he sighed silently to himself.

He turned his gaze away, preparing to leave.

Just as he flew into the distance.

But suddenly he turned around and looked in a certain direction.

His emotions surged instantly: "This...how is this possible?"

Chapter 385 The Meeting of Two Rays of Light

Through the gloomy sky.

Bemula arrived above the apartment building where the telepathic connection had been established, filled with countless questions.

Here, he saw a man, a man wearing the combat uniform of the Special Operations Team of the Science Patrol, looking up at him.

Those were the people who fought the Zuluk aliens in that parking lot.

A person who appeared on Earth without warning, leaving him with countless questions.

Bemular hovered in the sky, lost in thought, as countless thoughts churned in her mind.

Why does this person possess the radiance of the Ultra race?

Why is it that, despite radiating the light of the Ultra race, I have never seen him?

Why does he call himself "brother"...?

The Ultra race... Could it be... that there are other survivors besides me?

He had confirmed countless times that, apart from himself, there were no other survivors of the Ultra race.

Was it a Zarab alien in disguise?

Or is it a disguise by the Babar aliens?

Are they lackeys sent by the Star Cluster Council to completely erase my existence?

There is a very high probability.

But... why do I feel such a strong certainty that this person is truly a compatriot...?

"haven't seen you for a long time..."

"I should say, it's our first time meeting, brother."

Xia Shu looked up at Baimula's battered body, took a deep breath, smiled, and said.

Bemular descended from the gloomy sky and landed on the rooftop, standing opposite the man.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

“I don’t remember having a younger brother like you.”

When speaking to either Hayata Susumu or Hayata Shinjiro, his voice was always a deep, synthesized tone, but this time, his voice was filled with barely suppressed emotions.

Who exactly is this person in front of me?!

“Xia, no…” At this moment, he thought it would be better to use another name.