Scientist from the Land of Light: Ultraman Carlos

In the armory, Haruki, who had been pinned down and humiliated by Nelonga and then abandoned on the spot, walked back to his office with a dejected look on his face, like a dehydrated chrysanthemum.

He didn't understand. They were getting along so well before, so why was Zeta ignoring him at this crucial moment?

Could it be... that he secretly has another summoner?!

"Yaohui!! How are you? Are you alright?" Upon seeing Yaohui return, Yoko rushed over immediately, touching him all over with a worried expression, completely unaware that Yaohui's mind was filled with thoughts of another Blue Silver.

"Ah... Senior Yoko... I'm fine, don't touch me like that!!... Wait... not there!" Yao Hui quickly took a step back, trying to preserve her last virginity.

"Phew, it's good that you're alright. By the way, Yao Hui, you're really tough. You're all fine." After confirming that Yao Hui wasn't injured, Yoko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yoko-senpai... I'm so useless..." Haruki said, feeling disappointed and blaming himself, looking at Yoko who seemed even more nervous than he was.

"Well, it's not really your fault. After all, you can't see the enemy's movements." Seeing Yao Hui's dejected expression, Yoko gently patted his shoulder to comfort him. "Just cheer up, and think of more strategies next time. Good luck!!"

"Thank you..." Although he said that, Haruki wasn't really comforted, but he felt a lot better.

"That's more like it~ Let's go!"

After watching Yoko leave, Yao Hui was about to head to the training room for some extra practice when a small, dark room with a light suddenly appeared on the wall next to him, startling him so much that he almost jumped onto the roof.

"What the heck?!" Haruki was stunned for a moment. After a series of Ultraman opening the door, Ultraman peeking out, and Ultraman being careful, he finally entered the light gate and saw the long-awaited Special Aircraft Z.

"Hey! Zeta, why didn't you show up just now?" As soon as Haruki saw Zeta, his aggrieved mood immediately came over him.

"Ah... this requires you to push yourself to the limit so that our emotions resonate, otherwise we can't merge." Zeta was actually quite embarrassed. In the end, it was because his training was not enough. Zerosai Show didn't have this limitation... he could even control his human form to do a big windmill.

"Merge...merge and stuff..." Yao Hui blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zeta: Why are you blushing like a teapot?!

"Speaking of which, Zeta, what's your purpose in coming here? I haven't asked you that in the past few days." Haruki changed the subject.

"Huh?! I've been playing for days and I haven't told you? This is really an Ultraman mistake..." Zeta realized at this moment that it was probably because there were too many parallel universe counterparts of acquaintances on this Earth, and he seemed to have accidentally gotten so caught up in having fun that he didn't tell Zeta anything.

"Ahem... Here's what happened..." Zeta cleared his throat and told Yao Hui about the recent events in the Land of Light, the attack on BitStar, and his solo mission.

"Anyway, that's it. I need to find the scattered Ultra Badges."

"Oh, I see..." Haruki nodded. He hadn't really understood at all; it was basically about collecting things. But something else mattered more to him: "Um... I haven't asked yet, Zeta, how old are you?"

"Huh?" Zeta was dumbfounded, not understanding the significance of the question.

"Well...aren't we all one now? I'm a little bothered by this..."

"Oh... around 5000 years old..." Zeta thought for a moment. Actually, he couldn't remember how old he was, but it was probably around that age.

"You're so much older than me..." Haruki was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood at attention, even using a respectful form of address: "No! You're so much older than me! I'm so sorry I haven't used a respectful form of address with you before!!"

After saying that, Haruki gave Zeta a deep 90-degree bow. This made Zeta feel completely uncomfortable. He remembered his senior apprentice Carlos saying that a 90-degree bow is generally only given to the dead, so he hated it when others bowed to him. Now Zeta finally understood Carlos's feelings—the feeling of being lying there...

"Why is your tone suddenly so strange? No... don't do this..."

"How can that be?! You're a super senior!" Haruki bowed again, responding in a very loud voice.

"Wait...don't...your head...your head is too low...Ultraman looks weird!"

"Private Marseille!!!"

"Stop bowing! If you keep bowing, you'll be buried!"

……

In the training room, Haruki, dressed in a white training uniform, was diligently practicing his karate fundamentals. However, he was clearly distracted, his mind preoccupied with how to defeat the unseen Neronga.

“There’s no point in practicing like this…” Just then, a voice suddenly came, startling Haruki, who was lost in thought. He quickly turned around and saw that Moroboshi Makoto, dressed in a black training uniform, had been leaning against the door for a while.

“I’ll be your opponent…” Moroboshi Makoto walked up to Haruki, struck a pose, and smiled: “…Instead of blindly working in isolation, let practice tell you the answer you’re looking for.”

"Oh!" Haruki thought about it for a moment and realized that Moroboshi was right, so he readily agreed.

"Ah... this stance is... wait, Haruki... that's hell ahead!" Zeta, who had been sitting on the threshold watching for a while, noticed Moroboshi Makoto's stance. At first, he felt it was somewhat familiar, and then he remembered... isn't this Bajiquan? Leo and Nishi Shu both taught him it. He heard it was a martial art from a great Eastern country, and it hurts a lot when it hits.

However, Zeta said it was too late.

Moroboshi Shinbaji closed his fist and raised his elbow, then bent down and dodged Yao Hui's swing punch. Immediately afterwards, he landed a hook punch on Yao Hui's side ribs.

As Haruki staggered back in pain, he threw a punch with his right fist, but Moroboshi Makoto dodged it by diving down and then seized Haruki's wrist and twisted his arm. With his left hand twisting his wrist, he controlled his right hand and struck Haruki's chest with his elbow, sending Haruki flying more than two meters away.

"Cough cough cough... So strong!!"

"It hurts..."

Haruki clutched his chest, clearly feeling that Moroboshi had stopped using his strength, but still felt like he was about to be crippled. Zeta, on the other hand, covered his face, involuntarily recalling his unbearable past.

"What? Haruki-senpai can't handle it already?" Moroboshi Makoto laughed as he looked at Haruki, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

"No way! Please do it again!!" To Moroboshi Makoto's surprise, Haruki stood up, his eyes showing no sign of backing down, but rather an indomitable passion.

"Very good... I'm starting to like you..." Looking at Haruki's indomitable spirit, Moroboshi couldn't help but recall the days when he ate ham at Leo's place, feeling that he had probably looked at Haruki with the same expression back then. This suddenly gave him the feeling of having found a worthy disciple...

Zeta: ? ? ?

"Ouch!!!" Haruki was quite virtuous in his martial arts, shouting before making his move, and then stepping forward to deliver a powerful punch to Moroboshi Makoto's chest.

Moroboshi sidestepped and used the Swimming Dragon Through the Body technique from the Eight Trigrams Palm, circling around behind Haruki like an eel. He then used the Backhand Pushing Mountain into the Sea technique to strike Haruki's abdomen, who had just managed to turn around, causing him to stumble several steps.

"Don't rely too much on your eyes in battle..." With that, Moroboshi Shin once again stood up and stepped forward, using the advantages of Bajiquan's close-range, fierce, and domineering techniques to suppress Haruki, but he never used his full strength.

At first, Yao Hui could barely keep up, but as Moroboshi Makoto continued to accelerate his attacks, Yao Hui could not even see where the attacks were coming from, let alone keep up with the movements. He could only rely on instinct to barely defend himself.

"Yes...that's the feeling! Don't rely on your eyesight, but on your senses, your ears, your sixth sense to catch the other person's movements!" Moroboshi Makoto noticed that Haruki was gradually slimming down, and a sense of pride in successfully teaching him welled up inside him. This was much easier to teach than the clueless Zeta; that guy only knew how to rely on his thick skin to tough it out, it was no different from teaching a punching bag.

Crash!! Crash!! Crash!!

As Haruki was repeatedly knocked to the ground by Moroboshi Makoto, he finally managed to dodge a punch coming from behind during one of his attacks. He instinctively grabbed the punch, lowered his center of gravity, and attempted an over-the-shoulder throw. However, Moroboshi Makoto immediately grabbed his throat and threw him to the ground.

At this moment, Haruki was questioning the meaning of life.

"Well done, remember this feeling... In battle, intuition and hearing are sometimes far more reliable than sight..." Compared to that, Moroboshi Makoto was in a really good mood. He casually picked up a white towel, threw it at Haruki's face, whistled, and left.

"Thank you so much! You've worked so hard!!"

See, he even knows to thank us.

(Sorry everyone, we had a fight at home yesterday and I couldn't write this down. I apologize again.)