Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

However... this power was also passed down to Shinjiro, who had a son late in life.

"...That's good." Only after hearing his father say that did Shinjiro feel relieved and lie back down.

That's what they said.

He was actually very happy inside.

For the past seventeen years, he has always felt that his father cares little about him, while his mother always takes his father's side, which has led to a very strained relationship between them. He doesn't even want to discuss his abnormalities with his father.

It wasn't until a few days ago that he learned that his biological father had actually been Ultraman, and he also understood that his father had been busy dealing with alien-related incidents on Earth.

When facing Bemular, his father risked his life to protect him, which made him feel his father's love for him, and the relationship between father and son was greatly improved as a result.

Now that he has taken up his father's mantle and fought against the enemy, he has received his father's praise, and he is genuinely happy.

At this age, what teenagers crave most is the approval of their family.

Hayata looked at the exhausted Shinjiro and smiled with relief.

When they first discussed making Shinjiro Ultraman, he initially refused, but... he was too old and didn't have enough power to protect the planet.

Shinjiro was their only remaining hope.

A seventeen-year-old boy bears the hopes of the entire planet on his shoulders, and will likely face various challenges related to humanity in the future...

Although Hayata Shin was very reluctant to let Shinjiro become Ultraman.

Watching Shinjiro gradually get up from the ground, and seeing the injuries on the child's body.

Hayata couldn't help but think to himself, 'Ultraman's blood flows in my veins, and Shinjiro inherited that blood; we can't escape this fate no matter what.'

'The curse called Ultraman... will forever haunt my son and my father, and will forever accompany this child's growth in pain...'

......

What are you doing standing here?

Dan Moroboshi, dressed in a black suit, walked towards Natsuki and looked at the ground, which was now cratered from the battle, together with him.

He said, "It seems the road maintenance workers will be quite busy from now on."

As the intersection with the highest pedestrian traffic, any problems must be repaired immediately.

"That's just how it is."

“It’s good that no civilians were injured or killed. Besides… their taxes aren’t paid for nothing,” Natsuki replied, following up on Moroboshi Dan’s topic.

The issue of repairing damaged buildings shouldn't be directed at Ultraman; it should be addressed with the Japanese government. This is a societal problem, and the blame shouldn't be shifted onto Ultraman.

When she was younger, Natsuki, like some other young soldiers, would get caught up in moral dilemmas because of such things. But as she got older and learned about the workings of other civilized societies, she stopped blaming herself for these things.

People must be saved. As for buildings, we can only do our best. Sometimes, when there is no other way, we can only prioritize the safety of ordinary people.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze away from Shinjiro and Hayata.

He had intended to go over and say hello, but seeing the harmonious scene between the father and son, he couldn't bear to disturb them.

“You’re quite insightful,” Moroboshi Dan said, looking at Natsuki.

On the way here, I heard that this guy was blown up while protecting ordinary people. I thought he was the kind of person who would get hung up on things like this, but I didn't expect him to answer like this.

He thought to himself that this guy must have been to many planets in the universe and had some understanding of civilized society.

“It’s time to go back,” said Dan Moroboshi.

Based on our current interactions, Natsuki seems much more reliable than Shinjiro.

"that's true."

"I've been busy since this morning." Xia Shu touched the abdomen of her tattered combat uniform and felt a little hungry again.

Look at his action.

Moroboshi Dan's eye twitched slightly beneath his glasses.

What's with that expression?

“I’m a member of the Science Patrol now, and I get paid too, you know?” Natsuki raised an eyebrow and said to Moroboshi Dan with a straight face.

Just kidding, do you think I'm the kind of person who likes to spend money like that?

"Have you forgotten what you said in front of the factory warehouse?" Moroboshi Dan pushed up his glasses, helping him recall what he had said.

Natsuki: "......"

I think I spoke too soon.

No, we need to think of a solution.

"This...you can't just deduct all my salary, can you?"

"Moroboshi, could you please talk to Ed and ask him to leave me some money for food?"

"Otherwise... I wouldn't really want to use your card."

Natsuki spoke very seriously to Moroboshi Dan.

Moroboshi Dan: "..."

I forgot that my meal card was still in this guy's hands.

"Please put in more effort in the work ahead," Dan Moroboshi said to Natsuki, appearing quite calm.

"To exert effort..."

"That's easy to say." Xia Shu thought for a moment. If he were to actually do his part... the situation might get out of control. He could only contribute a little more.

"By the way, I can help you with your training when you have time later."

"I'm quite good at combat," he added, looking at the faint, almost invisible point of light inside Moroboshi Dan's body.

Dan Moroboshi's inner problems aren't too serious yet, and the time for his transformation is probably still ahead. But for now, we can focus on strengthening his abilities.

"You? Train me?" Moroboshi Dan glanced at Natsuki and said with a hint of doubt.

He didn't particularly doubt Xia Shu's professionalism, but the guy was really unreliable unless it was absolutely necessary.

He always had a gut feeling that this so-called training wasn't anything serious.

"Let's forget about it."

"After we rest for a bit, you'll come with me to the alien city. We need to solve that serial murder case as soon as possible." Moroboshi Dan refused Natsuki's training request and turned to walk towards the transport vehicle.

The Curse of Ultraman

Chapter 387 Being Watched

Yosuke Endo rushed home and immediately searched for his daughter in the living room after opening the door, his face full of anxiety.

He saw his daughter during a live broadcast from the Shibuya All-Way Crossing, but by the time he arrived at the scene, the battle was over and his daughter had already been taken home by her assistant. So he immediately rushed home to check if his daughter was safe and sound.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Rena Sayama, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting on the sofa in the living room when she heard her father's shout. Startled, she looked towards the entrance.

Dad looked particularly tired today; his clothes were covered in sweat, and his pants were stained with mud.

Did they encounter some dangerous prisoner?

"Are you OK?"

"Are you hurt?" Endo Yosuke didn't even have time to change his shoes before coming to Sayama Rena and carefully examining his daughter for any injuries.

When he saw his daughter being caught up in the battle during the live broadcast, his mind went blank.

The thing in the alien's hand was clearly the real deal; any ordinary person who got too close would definitely get hurt.

"Oh...no, we don't have that."

“Ultraman and his assistant protected me.” Rena Sayama was taken aback for a moment when she heard the question, then smiled and said.

She can still vividly recall the scene where Ultraman fought with all his might to protect everyone; it was so incredibly cool.

"Yeah..."

"That's good...that's good..." After confirming that his daughter was really not hurt, Endo Yosuke finally breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the living room floor, feeling utterly exhausted.

His daughter is the most precious thing to him in this world. If anything were to happen to her, his heart would probably suffer a heart attack as well.

"By the way, Dad, why do you look so tired today? Did you encounter some difficult case?" Rena Sayama asked him with concern.

She knew her father was a criminal police officer.

"It's nothing, I just ran into a guy who runs really fast."

"However, the matter has been mostly resolved," Yosuke Endo replied with a forced smile.

He knows his daughter is an idol and fully supports her becoming a shining idol.

If this series of murders involving aliens is not handled properly, it could affect his daughter's career as an idol. If possible, he hopes to resolve this matter quietly within their public security bureau.

The existence of aliens has now been exposed to the public by the Science Patrol, and it seems they will solve this case directly. But that's precisely why he wants to get ahead of the Science Patrol and resolve the matter quickly before his daughter finds out.

He has already come up with a specific plan.

"Detectives...it must be really tough."

"However, with Ultraman's help in the future, Dad's work will probably be much easier," Rena Sayama thought, imagining that the kind and powerful Ultraman would definitely be a great help to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Ultraman previously rescued the driver from the burning tanker truck and prevented a convenience store robbery, demonstrating his kindness.

"Ultraman?"

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Endo Yosuke, who had been about to close his eyes, suddenly opened them.

"That's certainly a commendable guy, but he definitely doesn't qualify as Ultraman," he said casually.

"here we go again."

“Dad really doesn’t like him.” Rena Sayama said helplessly. Her father had always admired Ultraman since he was a child, but now that Ultraman had appeared to help the police, he had this attitude.

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking."

"But... not everyone can handle the weight of Ultraman."

"Just think of it as my old-fashioned stubbornness." Although Yosuke Endo dotes on his daughter, he has his own absolute insistence on this matter.

The disagreement between him and his daughter on this matter is much like the difference in attitudes between old-fashioned fans and new-fashioned fans towards their idols.