Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Caroline nudged Professor Duduru, staring at him with slight displeasure and pouting, "Grandpa, please stop trying to persuade him. Don't end up drinking yourself into a stupor again."

"Hahaha, I won't... I'll drink less, I know my limits."

Professor Dudu scratched his head, a smile spreading across his face.

Since arriving on Earth, this little alien old man has become more and more like a genuine retired Earth grandpa. Not only does he enjoy playing cards, but he has even developed a liking for the taste of alcohol.

Despite not being a heavy drinker, he enjoyed it immensely.

This alien scientist has truly degenerated to an extreme degree.

"Okay, okay, I accept the punishment."

Minghui shook his head and smiled helplessly, then walked over to Fengyuan and sat down with the others.

Ron didn't follow Minghui; instead, it circled the long table and finally found Jiro's location.

It leaped into Jiro's arms and then lay down with a 'plop'.

Giro mumbled something, but didn't refuse. He shifted his body slightly to make Ron more comfortable.

"Now that everyone is here, let's..."

Masashi Ōmura picked up his wine glass from the table, looked around, and then shouted:

"cheers!"

Several cups, each a different color, were raised and then collided together.

The wine and beverages mixed together and splashed out of the glass.

Bright lights shone down from the roof, and everyone's face was full of smiles.

Ron's eyes darted around, and he reached out a paw to grab a bottle, tilting his head back to drink it down his throat.

"Ah~"

The strange taste entered his mouth, and Ron immediately frowned and put on his pain mask.

"Ptooey... This tastes awful!"

It turned its head and spat a few times, then raised its paw and shoved the bottle into Jiro's mouth.

"Ugh~"

Jiro struggled, waving his hands, his face covered in a mask of pain.

"Judging by the dates, your wedding banquet with Saeko is next week, right?"

Everyone sat down again, and Minghui asked Nomura Takeshi with a smile.

"Oh, everyone has to come!"

Nomura nodded, his face filled with anticipation.

"My lord, after you get married, there won't be many more gatherings like this, so we must drink to our hearts' content today!"

A cup was offered to him, and Professor Duduru wore a malicious smile.

Upon hearing the topic of marriage, Shiratori Saori glanced at Higashi Kotaro beside her, but then pouted.

Kotaro Higashi was watching Professor Dudulu's persuasion of Nomura Takeshi with a cheerful smile, completely unaware of her actions.

"Humph!"

Shiratori Saori picked up her chopsticks and stabbed them viciously into the plate in front of her, venting her dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, Feng Yuan was also feeling uneasy. Yamaguchi Momoko beside him had glanced at him more than once, which made him sweat profusely.

It's not that he doesn't want a resolution with Yamaguchi Momoko, it's just that the situation isn't stable yet, and it's not the right time to discuss it.

Help! Minghui, please come save me!

Feng Yuan tilted his head slightly and frantically winked at Ming Hui.

Minghui didn't want to talk to him and rolled her eyes at him.

He picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter wine hurts my throat and my heart aches!

Looking at the couples in front of him, who were showing off their presence, Minghui felt a little heartbroken.

Sigh, in this indifferent world, only Chairman Omura can offer me some comfort.

"Chairman Ōmura, you're the best! Here, let me toast you!"

Minghui raised his glass and extended it towards Masashi Omura.

"what?"

Masashi Omura, who had just put down his wine glass, paused for a moment, but then a happy smile spread across his face:

"Let's not talk about things that everyone already knows. Come on, let's drink!"

Amid the clinking of glasses, Minghui smiled with satisfaction.

Look, how wonderful!

Seeing that Minghui was ignoring him, Fengyuan felt a little helpless. He took the initiative to come over and clink glasses with Minghui, and whispered to him:

"The captain contacted me earlier and said that they have decided to launch an attack on Black Star."

"When?"

Minghui handed a piece of meat to Ron, who was stretching out his claws, and asked softly.

"The captain didn't say, but I estimate it will be soon."

Feng Yuan shook his head and said, "The main thing is that the captain also said that the period of frequent monsters on Earth is about to pass. After we deal with Black Star, Earth should have a period of peace."

He had a happy look on his face, and as he said this, he secretly glanced at Yamaguchi Momoko.

When that time comes, I will...

A glint of light flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes.

"It's too early to say that now."

Minghui shook his head. He remembered the information the Mazaras aliens had given him and said:

"Perhaps there are new crises waiting for us."

"what?"

Feng Yuan frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"It's not quite clear yet, but let's stay vigilant."

Minghui smiled gently and patted Fengyuan on the shoulder.

Feng Yuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Next, everyone started chatting at the table. They began by talking about Fengyuan's early days at the club, then moved on to Minghui, Dongguangtaro, and finally Nomura Takeshi's wedding banquet not long after.

The dinner party lasted until late at night.

Professor Duduru had long since given up and collapsed onto the table. If Caroline hadn't been holding him back, he would have almost slipped under the table.

Nomura Takeshi wasn't in much better shape either. He was holding Kirishima Saeko beside him and started talking nonsense.

Looking at the scene before him, Feng Yuan was somewhat moved. He sighed softly:

"It's so nice, it feels just like home."

For Feng Yuan, his identity as the Prince of L77 became a thing of the past when L77 Star was destroyed, and a new life began after that.

In his new life, it was the people in the sports club who brought new warmth to his broken heart, allowing him to stop living in sadness and loneliness every day.

For him, sports clubs will always hold an irreplaceable place in his heart.

As if sensing his emotions, Yamaguchi Momoko took Fengyuan's hand and gave him a warm smile.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Masaji Ōmura, who was standing nearby, also heard Fengyuan's whisper. He was also swaying slightly, but he still put on a serious face and solemnly said to Fengyuan:

"What do you mean 'like'? Remember, this is your home!"

After saying that, he couldn't hold on any longer and plopped down in his seat, starting to snore.

"Ah, that's right, this is it..."

Feng Yuan smiled gently, a glint of tears flashing in the corner of her eye.

Minghui took in all of this, then turned to look out the window, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

This is true for Fengyuan, and it is also true for me, someone who may never be able to return home again.

Come on, no matter who the enemy is, you absolutely cannot destroy this hard-won beauty!

............

In the depths of space.

A dozen or so spaceships of various shapes and sizes were docked here. Judging from the markings on these spaceships, they clearly belonged to different factions, but at this moment they were not separated, but gathered together.

They rested there quietly, without making any move, yet they exuded an atmosphere of impending doom.

"It's over, this planet is doomed too!"

"This guy's getting faster and faster."

Signals were being exchanged between the various spaceships.

Not far from these spaceships is a planet that is not very large.

The planet's surface was barren and did not appear to be inhabited.

However, if viewed from outer space, one can see that most of the planet is currently shrouded in a purple energy. The energy expands at an extremely fast speed, and soon it covers the entire planet.

"It's over, there's no hope at all."

Communication between the spaceships continues.

"What about the Ultra race? Don't those self-proclaimed righteous guys do anything about it?"

"I heard that several Ultra Warriors intervened, but the result..."