Ultraman Time Repairman

"It's good to be young, you can fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. Hey! Young man, wake up!"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, Chishu abruptly opened his eyes, quickly sat up from the ground, and warily looked around, staring intently at the strange middle-aged man beside him. His thoughts were still stuck on the moment he faced the Dark Ruler and the Nackle aliens.

"This is where?"

He then realized he was lying on the concrete floor and looked around.

Surrounded by sand, grass, and a running track, this is the playground of Jiangxing Elementary School.

"Looks like I'm not dead after all..."

"Nonsense, can a dead person talk?"

Chishu gradually relaxed, emerging from her previous tense state, and was finally able to take a closer look at the middle-aged man in front of her.

He was dressed in a black tracksuit, with unusually large and prominent knuckles, a slightly thick neck, a somewhat hunched back, and a somewhat weathered look in his eyes. His beard was a bit unkempt, but he had an extraordinary presence and gave off a capable feeling.

"Good eyesight, young man."

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"My name is Dali Gang, call me whatever you like."

Upon hearing his words, Qian Shu slowly stood up and looked up at the sky.

The sun has already set.

He didn't know how he returned to reality from the alternate dimension, but his body seemed somewhat weak. Most importantly, the Dark Spark had disappeared, which meant he would be unable to deal with the enemies to come.

Let's take it one step at a time...

"Um, you're a tourist who wandered into this place by mistake, right? It's already dusk. If you don't mind, why don't you come with me to the classroom for a meal?"

Qian Shu said to the uncle next to her.

Were you also a student here?

"No, I just work at the shrine inside the school."

"Okay, I'm hungry too."

…………

Inside the teaching building, there are white signs on the classroom doors that read "Family Room," and the doors are half-closed.

"I'm gonna start now!"

"I'm gonna start now!"

Each person has a glass of water and a dish of rice on their plate, with chunks of meat, potatoes, and sauce poured over the white rice. Tonight's dinner is rice bowl.

"good to eat."

"How wonderful!"

"Taro, aren't you going to eat?"

"..."

"Can I have a bite of yours?"

In the classroom filled with the aroma of food, everyone was immersed in a happy atmosphere.

At that moment, Guang turned his head and glanced at Meiling.

"Meiling, aren't you eating with your father?"

Upon hearing Xiaoguang's words, Meiling stopped what she was doing and lowered her head.

"No need, he's probably talking about work right now."

He then glanced instinctively towards the classroom door and saw Seiichiro Ishidou talking to someone.

He seems to value this contract very much.

"Really."

Seeing this, Xiao Guang stopped asking questions and continued to focus on the battle at hand.

“This tastes really good.”

"Hey! I'm talking to you guys..."

The classroom door of the family medicine department was suddenly pushed open. Chishu took two deep breaths and stared wide-eyed at the people sitting in the classroom.

"Chiki! You're finally back!"

"Hey, where have you been all afternoon?"

Chishu ignored them; he spotted the pot immediately. He walked straight to the table where there was leftover rice and a bowl of soup.

He took two bowls from the side, handed one to the uncle behind him, and then started serving himself rice.

"I've been missing all afternoon, and you guys are still eating so heartily. I bet you wouldn't even know I'm dead."

"Don't say that."

"The tone was very serious."

Chigusa and Kenta said.

"Of course I know that you'll definitely be back when it's time to eat, Chishu."

"Humph!"

Qian Shu found a spot at the back, away from the crowd, and lowered her head as if she was sulking.

He didn't want to dwell on anything anymore. After what had happened, he didn't want to say a word to them right now!

Because his mouth was stuffed full of rice with toppings.

"Ah Gang?"

Xiao Pei looked in surprise at the middle-aged man in a black tracksuit next to Qian Shu, and everyone's attention was quickly drawn to him as well.

"Xiao Pei, you two know each other?"

"Yes, Gang and I were best friends in elementary school, he was..."

However, before he could finish his introduction, the uncle suddenly frowned, stood up from his seat, picked up his food, and walked out of the classroom. Xiao Pei's words came to an abrupt halt.

"Hey, Gang, where are you going?"

"Go to the bathroom."

Chishu was also drawn to the uncle's sudden action. Judging from his behavior just now, it seemed that he did not want others to mention his past.

Hmm, there's a story behind it...

"Isn't the toilet over there?"

"You idiot, Chiki, you don't look like you're going to the toilet at all!"

…………

"We had originally booked a fine French meal for dinner tonight."

As Tomomi Kuroki ate her rice bowl, she couldn't help but sigh, her tone tinged with regret and complaint. However, after speaking, her mouth and spoon never stopped moving, while the refined-looking Shingo Kuwahara beside her, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was quite different. He kept spraying his hands with a spray bottle while frowning at the food in front of him.

"You can really eat that much! This is your second plate already."

"Enough with the nonsense, eat it while it's hot."

"Under such unreasonable circumstances, I really can't eat anymore."

Then he pushed the plate forward, got off the stool, and stood up.

"Never mind, I'm going for a walk."

Watching the man pull open the classroom door and walk out, Yuya Kuroki snorted coldly.

"What a neurotic man."

The lights in the empty corridor were still working, but the light was actually quite dim.

The light shone on the man, casting his silhouette against the white wall. However, besides his shadow, there was another shadow approaching him from the side.

"Unreasonable! Unrealistic! This is simply a joke!"

"Why can't I get out of here! I must be dreaming!"

A sense of collapse and fear of the unknown seemed to spread through the corridor. Shingo Kuwahara looked pained; the current situation was driving this fragile man crazy. His anxiety made him take out a hand towel and keep rubbing his hands.

"Hey, what are you muttering about over there?"

A strange, eerie voice startled him. Trembling, he turned around and saw a bizarre alien staring at him, waving a brightly colored fan.

"Stress is bad for your skin."

Although it's unclear why the Nackle aliens need to maintain their faces, judging from his tone, he seems to know quite a bit about it.

However, Shingo Kuwabara was so shocked that his mind went blank. He didn't have time to think about any of this. He just stared wide-eyed at the alien in front of him, his eyes filled with fear.

Before he could even utter a sound, the Nackle alien produced a dark spark from nowhere, its eyes glowing red as it stared into his eyes.

A purplish-black energy surged forth from nowhere and condensed into a dark spark in front of him. At this moment, the dark spark in the Nackle alien's hand seemed to be flashing happily.

"Let's make a deal..."

(By the way, what's the difference between rice bowls and curry?)