Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Author: Localized Heavy Rain

Summary:

Minghui transmigrated into the world of Ultraman. Although he gained the ability to transform into Ultraman, he was still a complete novice!

Huh? Is this Fengyuan?

Minghui was overjoyed to have found a strong player, but there was a problem: what if this strong player was also a newbie?

"Fengyuan! Get your training going, get this started!"

Also known as "Ultraman: Starting with Training Your Thighs"

Chapter 1, dear reader, you'll be fighting little monsters!

1974 4 Month 12 Day.

The streets of Tokyo.

The weather was still a bit chilly at this time of year, especially since there had been a spring rain the night before. Pedestrians on the street, dressed in light spring clothes, hurried along, and the slight breeze they created caused a few petals to flutter down from the cherry blossom trees along the roadside.

"Ah, what a beautiful spring scene..."

Minghui sat on a bench by the roadside, tearing at the bread in his hand with a blank expression, but couldn't help but mutter a complaint between swallows.

For reasons unknown, he had already been transported to this city for three days. Being a complete stranger in a strange land, if it weren't for the perk of being a transmigrator who naturally possessed Japanese, he would probably be dead by now.

But things aren't much better now. He's homeless and doesn't have a job to earn money. He can only do odd jobs and rely on the charity of kind people to barely survive.

After working odd jobs for three days, he hadn't washed his clothes, causing his body to start to smell sour and foul, which was evident from the strange looks he received from passersby.

"That's great..."

Minghui wrapped his already tattered trench coat tighter around himself and swallowed the last bite of bread.

"Cough cough... Oh no... I'm choking!"

Just as he was pounding his chest in frustration, an old man pushing a cart stopped in front of him and said with a smile, "Young man, would you like a bottle of water?"

Upon seeing the old man, Minghui felt as if he had seen a savior. He nodded repeatedly and quickly handed over the few coins he had left.

The old man smiled and took the coins, then took a bottle of soda from the cart next to him, and thoughtfully opened the bottle for Minghui before handing it to him.

After downing a large gulp of soda, Minghui felt the bread stuck in his throat finally go down, and he let out a long sigh: "That feels better~"

"Thanks, sir." Minghui thanked the old man, then picked up the remaining soda and began to sip it slowly. In the past three days, he hadn't been extravagant enough to use the little money he earned from odd jobs to buy soda, so he had to cherish it.

However, he had just spent all the money he had left and was now penniless, so he had to figure out how to make dinner.

"Um..." Minghui looked at the old man's cart and realized that it was just past noon, but there weren't many bottles of drinks left on the cart. His eyes lit up. "Grandpa, your business is so good. Do you need any help? I don't need much, just some food!"

“My small business doesn’t need hiring anyone,” the old man waved his hand, then smiled and said, “However, I remember there’s a sports club up ahead that’s recruiting coaches. You look to be in good shape, young man, so you should have a chance.”

"Sports club...recruiting a coach?"

Minghui muttered to himself, and after thinking it over, he realized that it was indeed a good place to go. If he could really get the job, not only would his food problem be solved, but his accommodation problem might also be solved!

Sports clubs should have dormitories, right?

With this expectation in mind, Minghui asked the old man for the exact location of the sports club, and then said goodbye.

"Thank you, sir! If I get the job, I'll buy soda from you every day!" Minghui waved vigorously, a smile spreading across his face. He felt that a happy life was already beckoning him.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in and went down his collar, making him shiver.

"Go on, young man, the weather might be changing." The smiling old man waved to him.

Minghui nodded, pulled his somewhat worn trench coat tighter around himself, and turned to head towards the sports club's address. As he turned away, the smile on his face involuntarily faded; for some reason, a heavy feeling settled over him, and he began to feel uneasy.

With a thought, a screen of light unfolded before his eyes.

[No key elements detected. System not started. Please wait patiently.]

Looking at the words on the screen in front of him, Minghui felt even more insecure.

"What key elements? And what kind of system is this? There's not a single hint. Is it some kind of live stream or some kind of god-level tycoon system? It can't be some kind of system for chasing girls, can it?"

Angrily shutting down the system screen, Minghui looked at his miserable state and was overcome with sorrow. But what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do but pray that this key element wasn't too hard to find and that the system wasn't some absurd thing, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to go on living like this.

The sports club the old man mentioned wasn't far away; Minghui found it in just seven or eight minutes.

"Chengnan Sports Club?"

Looking at the sign in front of him, Minghui murmured to himself.

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with the name, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"Never mind, this name is quite common, so it's not surprising that I've heard it before."

Shrugging, Minghui dismissed the question. He looked around and soon his eyes lit up; sure enough, he found a job posting, and the description even included room and board if needed!

"Great!"

Minghui waved his hand vigorously and cheered. Although he hadn't been hired yet, he was still quite confident in his muscular physique. Besides, if all else failed, he could lower his standards, forgo salary, and at least get his food and lodging sorted out first.

"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I can help you with? I'm Masashi Omura, the president of this club. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything. Are you here to apply for a coaching position?"

Just then, a voice came from behind.

Upon hearing that the visitor was the club president, Minghui took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then slowly turned around with what he considered to be his most appropriate smile.

Here it comes! The opportunity to improve your life has arrived!

"Um, are you here to apply for a coaching position, or do you have a child at home who needs exercise?" Masashi Ōmura sized up the young man in front of him, scratched his cheek, and asked.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man came into view, and Minghui's smile froze. Memories began to surge in his mind, and familiar scenes began to flash through his head.

Chengnan Sports Club.........

"Um, I'm here to apply for a coaching position. My name is Minghui. Excuse me, may I ask your name?" He hadn't noticed the name issue earlier, and now he was eager to confirm it.

"So you're here to apply for a job, huh? My name is Masashi Ōmura, and I'm the president of this club!" Upon hearing that Akihiro was here to apply for a job, Masashi Ōmura immediately greeted him warmly. "Come, come, Mr. Akihiro, come in and let's talk."

As they got closer, Masaji Ōmura smelled the unpleasant odor emanating from Minghui, but he didn't show any disgust. Instead, he patted Minghui on the shoulder and said, "You must have come from afar. Come in, rest, and have something to eat. We can talk about the job application later."

It's over...

Minghui was completely numb, but faced with Masashi Omura's enthusiasm, he couldn't help but show his gratitude.

"what!"

Just then, a deep roar suddenly rang out, striking Minghui's heart like a thunderclap.

Minghui suddenly raised his head and saw a fiery red figure flying away into the distance.

"Another Ultraman?!" Masashi Ōmura exclaimed in surprise.

"Leo...the lonely lion..."

Minghui murmured to himself as he watched the red figure disappear into the distance.

That's it, it's confirmed. It really is the world of Ultraman Leo. In such a world, going hungry for three days and five meals a day is a minor matter; getting trampled to death by a monster is the real tragedy.

However, Chairman Omura just said 'another Ultraman'?

"Chairman Ōmura, haven't you seen this Ultraman before?" Minghui turned to ask Ōmura Masashi.

Masashi Ōmura shook his head vigorously: "No, this is the first time I've seen this."

In that case, could it be...?

"Chairman Ōmura, which direction is that?"

"This..." Faced with Minghui's question, Masashi Omura scratched his head: "It should be in the direction of Kuroshio Island, right?"

really!

Minghui's heart skipped a beat. This should be the beginning of the story, the battle of Black Tide Island!

Understanding the timeline of the plot made Minghui even more upset.

Oh no! Leo is a newbie in the early stages, so he's more likely to get trampled to death!

[Key element 'Ultraman Leo' detected. System is activating. Countdown: 24 hours.]

Please wait patiently, host!

Just then, the system light screen suddenly popped up.

Before Minghui could even read the system's notification on the screen, a wave of intense pain overwhelmed him, and he immediately fainted.

"Hey, Mr. Minghui, what's wrong?"

As Masaji Omura called out, Akira's consciousness gradually sank. At the moment he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to see a sentence flash by.

"Hey, it's a monster-slaying system!"

Chapter 2 Question: What should I do if my thighs aren't thick enough?

Lying on the long-missed soft bed, Minghui couldn't tell whether he should be happy or sad. He just stared blankly at the bright ceiling above him.

But he wasn't actually checking how many bricks were on the ceiling above him; he was checking system information.

Human: Minghui

Age: 23

Strength: D-

Speed: D

Special Ability: D+

The system page looked rather simple, with a full-body photo of him on the right and only a few lines of text on the left. But in reality, it was more than that. With a thought, the entire page began to flip.

Warrior of Light: ? ? ?

Level: Low-level Warrior

Physical skills: None

Skills: None