Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

Everything around you is no longer as fragile as it used to be. Whether it's breaking cutlery when eating or pinching the handle to deform when pushing the door, it will no longer happen.

Life seems to have become easier, and there is no need to be cautious about anything.

But Shinjiro would occasionally recall the person who made him lose his power, and he would inevitably be curious about the other person's origin.

Originally, he was worried that the other party would take away his power and use it to do bad things, but after paying attention to the news for a few days, it seemed that everything was calm all over the world, so he felt relieved.

Without the mentality of being out of tune with ordinary people, he communicated with his classmates in a relaxed and expectant mood for the first time.

Shin Hayata was keenly aware of his son's recent changes in mood, but to him, it was always a good thing that Shinjiro Hayata could live happily, so he naturally wouldn't think too much about it.

As time goes by, Shinjiro has gradually become accustomed to this kind of life. Except at night, he can no longer jump on the rooftop with extraordinary strength. When he is alone, he looks down at the city. Everything is getting better. ..

But that morning, when he saw the female classmate who was blocked, Shinjiro subconsciously stood up. This short period of time has not allowed his subconscious to change. He thought that he was still the superman who could easily drive away the gangsters.

But the facts gave him a slap in the face. Not only did he fail to save the female classmate who always looked at him secretly, but he also received a severe beating under the siege of several gangsters.

Although his special physique prevented him from suffering any substantial damage, the feeling was still lingering in his heart. I lost face in front of my classmates, but I couldn't do anything to protect my classmates who were being bullied.

Anxiety and embarrassment intertwined in the heart of this young man, making him once again stand on the roof of a building that he had not been to for a long time at night, sitting on the edge and looking at the colorfully illuminated city.

It seems like you're doing well without that power.

A strange voice sounded, and Shinjiro subconsciously thought of the person who gave him the right to choose. But when he turned around to look, what he saw was a strange person wearing armor, with a luminous body on his chest, and a slender figure.

Ultraman...? Small Ultraman?

The glowing eyes and chest were too obvious, and the dark night prevented him from seeing clearly what the person on the right looked like.

But the guy he called Ultraman was not as kind as people said, and instead punched him without hesitation.

Shinjiro turned to the right to hide, but the speed of an ordinary person made it too late for him to respond. He was hit in the chest by a punch and flew backwards from the roof of the building under the huge force, and hit the roof of the shorter building on the opposite side. superior.

Shinjiro rolled a few times. Although he was not seriously injured due to his strong body, there were still bursts of pain all over his body. He managed to stand up and said in disbelief as the world was spinning.

Ultraman, are you attacking me?

Everything in front of him seemed to be shaking, but the figure hidden in the darkness finally emerged. It was not the Ultraman he expected, but more like some spaceman wearing armor.

What's wrong with this world? First it was his supernormal strength, then there was the weirdo who made him lose his strength, and then there was the guy in front of him who looked like a man from the universe.

Isn’t it true that since Ultraman left forty years ago, there has been no news about monsters and aliens?

To those who have not personally experienced that period of history, even though only forty years have passed, it sounds as incredible as the myths and legends of centuries ago.

The stories recorded in the books were clearly experienced by their fathers, but they seemed extremely distant when read, as if they were a world away.

The weirdo opposite raised his palm, and a dazzling ball of light gathered in his palm, and then flew towards Shinjiro driven by invisible force. Shinjiro only had time to raise his arms in front of him, hoping that his body that had not been abandoned could help him block the ball of light.

He's not Ultraman.

A familiar voice rang in my ears, followed by a huge explosion and a figure blocking the way. The black smoke gradually dissipated, and Shin Hayata with gray hair and glasses was revealed in front of Shinjiro.

I am Ultraman!

Shin Hayata's sonorous and powerful voice sounded. He was currently wearing a red and silver armor, and the light on his chest was like Ultraman's color timer. His hands moved forward and back with his fingers slightly bent, forming Ultraman's starting pose.

Dad is...Ultraman?

Shinjiro murmured to himself, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. If this is the case, his extraordinary strength seems to be explained. He...inherited the power from Ultraman.

Can't you use your power?

Shin Hayata stretched out his hand to pull up his son, looked up at the plane above his head, sighed and said, Then take advantage of the time while I'm fighting with him to run as fast as possible. The further away the better.

Hayata Susumu suddenly turned around and shouted in a low voice: Run!

Shinjiro ran away, quickly opened the door on the roof and walked down the stairs, disappearing from the sight of the two people. Bermula didn't mean to stop him, he just looked at the enemy who had been entangled with him several times.

It looks like you didn't tell him anything.

I'm a father. How can I impose my destiny on my children? Susumu Hayata stared closely at Bermura. Although he had fought several times, he still didn't know the other party's true identity.

Don't get me wrong, he is not your son. The two figures approached each other at high speed, and then their four arms collided.

Also, time is not forgiving. You are already old, Susumu Hayata.

What do you mean...

Before Hayata Shin could finish his words, an irresistible force suddenly erupted from the arms resisting Bermura, knocking him back forcefully. Shin Hayata's legs left the ground, spinning several times in the air and crashing into the window of a house.

Did you really hide your strength in the previous battle?

Holding on to the piled concrete debris, Susumu Hayata coughed out a mouthful of blood and endured the burning pain in his gut as he tried to stand up again.

But when he looked in the direction he was flying from, Bermula had already disappeared. Just as Hayata Shin's tense heart relaxed, he suddenly thought of Shinjiro again, took a deep breath and stood up straight again.

But just after relaxing, my strength was exhausted, and it became a luxury to want to stand up again.

A hundred meters away on the roof of the building, Maki Shuo withdrew his gaze and disappeared the moment he turned around. Ultraman's training of Shinjiro does not conflict with his own methods, so let it proceed naturally.