Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

Under the starry night sky, an old man on crutches was standing by the window, looking at the full moon. The cool breeze blew into the room, causing him to shiver subconsciously before he came back to his senses.

There was a knock on the door on the side. The old man took trembling steps and opened the door dozens of seconds later.

Harada Hiroki, wearing the Storm uniform, was still waiting patiently outside the door. When he saw the door being opened, he put on a kind smile.

Hello, I am a member of the Storm Team of the Japanese branch of EPU. You have been living here recently. Have you noticed any strange sounds or anything unusual nearby?

As he spoke, he glanced at the display in front of the helmet, which displayed the basic information of the old man in front of him. His name is Xing Hongren, and he is a veteran who has been on the battlefield.

Hoshihiro was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said no. Harada Hiroki bent down and bowed before leaving. Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a strange shadow cast by the light behind the curtain.

He subconsciously thought it was some kind of furniture or ornament. He shook his head and didn't think much more, but continued to knock on the next door.

Half an hour ago, it was supposed to be a night for everyone to rest peacefully, but the combat command room suddenly received a call reporting a figure suspected of being from space in the T13 area.

Although neither the monitor nor the energy detector showed any abnormality, out of vigilance, Harada Hiroki and Imoto Kyoko started driving Crete and rushed to the scene.

The two people carefully investigated the surroundings, but the energy detector did not give any response. But just as they were about to leave, a fleeting red light suddenly appeared in the energy detector.

A blurry black shadow flashed past Hiroki Harada while the energy detector sounded an alarm. His slightly relaxed spirit was tightened again. He quickly raised his Anaji gun and looked around vigilantly.

It's possible that the energy detector went quiet again after that one, with no response.

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Watching Harada Hiroki leave, Hoshihiroto sighed and opened his eyes to look at the figure behind him.

A young man who was much younger than him and still wearing a military uniform from decades ago stood there bent over in an almost crouched position.

Hiroto, you are already so old...

Yeah, I'm... old. But you're still so young. Xing Hongren glanced at the black and white photos on the table and sighed.

Decades passed by and he got older with time, but the comrade who suddenly came to his door two days ago was still the same age as before.

I have no idea……

Matsumoto Tetsuya didn't answer until a few minutes later. He stared blankly ahead, seeming a little confused.

Dead, all dead. War, artillery fire, explosions, but I don't want to go to the battlefield, I don't want to.

Xinghongren's body trembled violently, and the nightmare that had tortured him for decades now reappeared before his eyes.

He doesn't want a war, he doesn't want a war. Different from those complacent soldiers, the Xinghong people who took to the battlefield for the first time escaped by lying on the pile of dead people and pretending to be dead.

On the battlefield where the battle was not over yet, no one had time to check whether the corpses on the ground were really dead one by one.

A familiar voice sounded either sad or painful not far away, followed by several gunshots. The Xinghong people could only grit their teeth and did not dare to make a sound.

He wanted to live, and the fear of death defeated everything in his heart. He didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, and covered his mouth and nose with his hands, tears and snot sticking to his palms.

He just rolled away from the battlefield like a kicked corpse, stood up in a small group of bushes, and fled from there without looking back.

But since then, he has been tortured by nightmares all night long. Those who died on the battlefield, with their mutilated limbs and faces covered in blood, appeared repeatedly in his dreams, with cries of unintelligible meaning.

The blue-grey light occupied the entire dream, and until one day, his comrade who had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him. M..

His memory seemed to be completely preserved, and the body emitting green-gray smoke seemed to not exist, and it was difficult to touch it with hands or a cane.

From then on, the nightmare became more and more serious, and the evil ghosts who once demanded his life in his dreams became reality one by one.

So Xinghong ran away again. He would never live in any place for more than a week, and he spent three years hiding in Tibet under the pretext of traveling.

When he saw Harada Hiroki, Hoshihiro's body was trembling violently, concealed by his loose clothes. He almost wanted to rush forward and tell everything to free himself from this never-ending torture.

But the moment the face from decades ago appeared in front of him again, he chose to hide it by some strange combination of circumstances.

Over the past few decades, he has changed from a child whose body had not fully grown up to an old man who could walk tremblingly. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes he made back then.

Not to start a war that shouldn't be started, but to abandon cowardice and die on the battlefield with his comrades.

Blue-gray light and golden light alternately lit up in the depths of his eyes. The golden light dimmed first, accompanied by the sound of the door closing at the same time.

War, war, until now, cannot be separated from war.

Matsumoto Tetsuya yelled and woke up Hoshihiro. He raised his hands to cover his ears extremely irritably, as if something invisible was whispering something in his ears.

Black smoke slowly floated out from his cuffs and collar. Matsumoto Toru also stood up. With his actions, black smoke left a trail of more than four meters in the air.

War...war...

Matsumoto Tetsuya murmured and repeated these words, and one after another soldiers wearing military uniforms from decades ago appeared out of thin air in the spreading black mist. Powerful resentment shot straight into the sky, forming illusory and ferocious faces.

Xinghong froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scene in front of him. All of this was completely beyond his original world view, and far exceeded the shock of seeing the resentful spirit for the first time.

The energy detector in Harada Hiroki's hand suddenly lit up with a huge value, clearly pointing in the direction they had just investigated.

Countless threads of invisible black mist converged towards the center, and a huge human figure wearing armor and holding a samurai sword stood in the open space.

In the combat command room, the energy detector interface quickly popped up on the screen, clearly showing that the energy of the giant armored warrior had reached a terrifying level.

But he didn't move, he just stood there like a statue, without even a trace of trembling or shaking.

The atmosphere of fear still pervaded, and successive screams and countless overlapping footsteps rang in Imoto Kyoko's ears.