Ultraman Time Repairman

A sword-fighting hall somewhere in Tokyo.

Cheers!

With a roar, Qian Shu raised and lowered his wooden sword, slashing out like a meteor.

The sword tip sliced ​​through the air, its trajectory forming a perfect arc in the sky.

No, not fast enough.

The large muscle movement pulled on the wound, and another wave of pain came from my chest.

However, it doesn't hurt as much as before...

I don't know why, but the wound on my chest healed very quickly, and it's already at the point where the stitches can be removed.

Perhaps it is the power of the Milky Way's imprint.

"To achieve three strikes per second, the key is the direction of the blade when the old strength has faded and the new strength has not yet emerged."

The sword-fighting master walked slowly over.

Although he was defeated by the young man in front of him with some kind of sword technique, he only lost because of his age. He has been on this path for more than ten years, and he still has the skills.

Seeing the fierce aura of Qian Shu wielding the knife, he couldn't help but shake his head in a sigh.

This kid doesn't care about any techniques, he just keeps slashing at vital points with his knife, either attacking or dodging. He's like a master who can be beaten to death with a flurry of punches, and the master can't do anything about him.

Although he was surprised that the man had come back to seek his advice, he thought it would help him salvage some of the reputation he had lost after being challenged by the team. Moreover, he was going to coach the Mac team, so he agreed without holding a grudge.

How do I turn?

Qian Shu sheathed his sword, stood up, wiped the sweat from his face with his white training clothes, and asked him.

"You could try adding some head-wrapping movements, which would help change the direction of the force, allowing you to make three cuts in one second. Or you could try the ice pick style, also known as the 'hidden hand knife,' but the power might not be as good as the former."

"Let me try."

Chishu nodded, and as he tried to slash diagonally upwards, he adjusted his arm movements, letting the blade pass over his head, then around his back, before coming out from the other shoulder and slashing diagonally downwards.

The blade traced an X-shaped attack trajectory in the air.

Qian Shu recalled the speed at which the Zuluk aliens drew their swords that night, and realized that he was still far behind.

But that's enough.

Why didn't you use a third strike?

The sword-playing hall master asked in confusion.

Two cuts are enough.

Qian Shu gracefully sheathed his sword, a plan forming in his mind.

An ordinary person's muscles and reflexes cannot match the speed of a Zuluk alien. I'm not naive enough to think that a technique that has earned a fearsome reputation in the universe cannot be easily countered through training.

As for the three-stage attack, it requires not only blocking attacks from both sides but also launching a counterattack. However, one's physical limit is only enough to withstand one strike; the other is too far to even see, let alone counterattack.

But he didn't need to take the second blow...

After figuring out a way to break the deadlock, Chishu expressed her gratitude to the sword-wielding master.

Next, we should go and check out Fengyuan.

Although he didn't know what moves the captain had taught him, learning them would be a form of protection.

…………

Standing on the shallow mountain stream, Feng Yuan's white training clothes were already soaked with water droplets from the waterfall in front of him, and sweat mingled with the stream water on his forehead.

He has been practicing for a long time, and the captain has been here with him the whole time.

"Drip."

The regiment's communicator suddenly beeped, and he raised his arm, his heart sinking.

What was bound to happen has happened, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

"This is headquarters. The monster that appeared in District 13 is not the same one as before."

Another one?

Upon hearing this bad news, Dan Moroboshi frowned, but quickly regained his composure.

"The vice-captain commands Team Mike to move out immediately."

He's not on the front lines now and has no idea what's going on.

"What!"

Upon hearing this, Fengyuan immediately supported the captain's arms.

"Let me go, Captain!"

"No, you haven't mastered the three-stage attack yet. If the Zuluk aliens take the opportunity to appear, you'll be the only one left to fight! We can't allow any accidents to happen before you succeed."

Dan Moroboshi pushed Gen aside, picked up his cane, and turned to leave.

He needs to go to the front lines to check on the situation, and if necessary, he can even sacrifice his life to buy Feng Yuan some training time.

"Let Fengyuan go, Captain."

Chishu emerged from the rocks behind them, looking at them with some surprise in her eyes.

"And me."

"Is your body still capable of fighting?"

"I can't believe it," Moroboshi Dan asked.

Actually, he did intend to let Qian Shu go first, but he gave up the idea when he thought about how Qian Shu was unable to get out of bed not long ago.

After all, he wasn't an alien like them.

"It doesn't matter anymore, and I'm using a puppet's body when I'm fighting, so it's fine."

Qian Shu shook his head, walked to their side, and looked at the waterfall in front of Feng Yuan.

Is it the Flow-Severing Slash?

They're probably training my casting speed and the effectiveness of my strikes...

“I already have a way to deal with the Zuluk aliens. I will deal with them.”

"Ok."

Dan Moroboshi could only nod in agreement, though he didn't know how it was done, but he still trusted him.

"Then I'll take care of this monster!"

Feng Yuan stepped forward, somewhat impatiently.

…………

"Run!"

In the center of the city, the streets were filled with panicked people fleeing, and ordinary members of the Mike team moved among them, constantly directing the evacuation efforts.

Whoosh!

Mackey II and Mackey III hurtled through the air at high speed, their cannons aimed at the monster that stood 62 meters tall.

The monstrous sword-wielding monster from Metania in the Radio Nebula System, Kanedras!

Its deep blue body has ten abdominal muscles running from its neck to its lower abdomen, and its arms are like bird wings, but covered with hard bone spurs. The strangest thing is the long horn on its head.

The weight of 39,000 tons moved through this area, crushing the city's roads like dry mud.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two McTei fighters quickly opened fire, raining shells and laser weapons down on it.

The attack seemed to be effective; Canedras's howls were drowned out by the explosions of the shells, and it could only flap its wings desperately in the firelight like a bird caught in a net.

However, as it struggled and moved, many of the buildings beneath its feet were damaged.

"continue!"

Akaishi spoke to Aoshima Ichiro, who was piloting the fighter jet next to him.

It now appears to be just an ordinary monster, and Team Mike's fighter jets are more than capable of defeating it. Ultraman is no longer needed for this battle.

If we bombard it a little longer, this monster will reach its limit.

McKee One and McKee Two launched a second attack, and the monster's wounds multiplied, with some skin revealing exposed flesh and blood.

Just as they were secretly pleased, McGee 2 and 3 also circled in the air for a while before turning around to prepare for their next attack.

However, having suffered enough, Canedras did not give them another chance. Just when the Mike team members thought it was clutching its head in pain with its arms on its head, a fierce red light flashed in its red eyes.

Whoosh!

As Seven stretched his arms forward, the long horn on his head flew out like a helmet, striking the two fighter jets one after the other at extremely high speed.

"What!"

Before they could react, the plane crashed violently, its fuselage billowing thick smoke from the explosion, and plummeted towards the ground.