I'm not a dark ultra warrior

The lake suddenly burst from the sense of crisis conveyed by the cells, and a strange human jumped out of the lake.

The bloated and ferocious body fell heavily to the ground, blocking the old man Hirano. The body, which could not even be penetrated by guns, faced Zhou Hong but trembled slightly.

He wasn't afraid, but his cells were reminding him of the horror of the man in front of him.

In the battle with him, there is only death.

"Roar!" Kondo let out a threatening roar.

However, the two who had seen many kinds of 50-meter monsters had no fear at all, and looked at Kondo in front of them with very calm expressions.

The sharp teeth were clearly visible as he roared with his mouth wide open, and his fat body was full of bursting power.

Judging from the strength he had just jumped out of the swamp, Zhou Hong and Liang had no doubt that he could break the big tree next to him with a single slap.

The tense arms were about to attack Zhou Hong and the two of them.

"Kondo!" Uncle Hirano didn't mind Kondo's appearance at all.

With both hands resting on his arms that were sticky with a bit of foul-smelling mud, the strength that erupted out of nowhere from his old body made his voice extremely loud.

"Don't do the wrong thing, isn't that what you have always insisted on?"

The voice of his old friend made Kondo suppress the irritability of his body cells due to fear.

"You just said that you are here to save us. If you don't mind, can you talk about it in the hut over there?" The old man's eyes were full of brilliance that was completely different from the past.

It was no longer the look of guilt, but a look of hope that had never been seen in decades.

He looked in the direction of the old man Hirano's invitation gesture.

It might be more appropriate to call it a hut, but a shack.

The hut is simple with only rusty iron sheets covering the top, and the sides are simply built with wood and the like. The hut can only maintain the simplest function of keeping out the rain.

The cold wind can easily penetrate through the wide crack.

Out of the corner of Zhou Hong's eye, he glanced at the clothes on Uncle Hirano's body. The gray clothes turned white after being washed. It was obvious that his life was quite tight.

Right.

In order for Kondo, who has become weird, to still have human consciousness, he can't leave too far away.

The guilt of not protecting Kondo's daughter made him give his whole life to this wilderness.

Barely being able to maintain food and clothing is his limit, especially as he grows older, this difficulty increases.

The rickety iron wooden door was opened, and the hut was quite messy, probably to keep warm, weeds almost filled the whole hut.

Presumably just to provide temporary shelter when it rains occasionally, the hut has nothing.

But Zhou Hong and Liang didn't care about these things, and sat on the weed pile without any distaste.

After a long sigh, the old man Hirano began to talk about the past.

"Kondo and I have known each other for many years." Uncle Hirano sat on a clean stone beside him and said softly.

"I don't remember how many years ago, when wars broke out in various countries, and Kondo and I served in a secret research institute."

"And Kondo and I were assigned to the same group."

"The project Kondo and I are working on is a bacterial experiment that speeds up cell healing. Among all the experiments of everyone, this may be the most fortunate thing Kondo and I have done."

In the era of war, ordinary civilians were engulfed by the tracks of war, and could only move forward painfully. Once they stopped, they would be crushed to pieces.

Liang, who grew up in the new era of Diga, knew little about these things. In that utopian world, no one would study how to kill human bacteria.

This is the privilege of people in ideal times.

"The bacteria mutated after fulfilling this premise—it made it impossible for people to maintain a human posture."

Although Liang had already been prepared in his heart, when he heard this moment, his eyes still tightened uncontrollably.

"Kondo strongly opposed the use of such bacteria, but he was forced to be arrested by the military officer and he was the one who opposed him the most, as the first live experiment material."

"After Kondo was injected with bacteria, he became what he is now. He killed everyone in the institute except me."

"Then you have been here with Kondo for so many years?" Liang couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

Uncle Hirano's voice became more and more painful, "Kondo originally had a daughter, and he entrusted her to me."

"But during the bombing of a fighter plane, I failed to protect her and let her pass away."

"Sorry, sorry! Kondo, I didn't protect her well!"

For countless years, every time I recalled this incident, tears overflowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

"Ah~" Kondo couldn't continue to speak in human language, but his sadness was conveyed from that simple voice.

His weird arm rested on Hirano's back, as if to comfort him.

The picture of that day still clearly emerged in Kondo's mind.

Hirano, who was covered in bruises, was clearly staggering even when he walked, but he dragged his body like that and knelt down in front of the marsh with the small urn in his arms, crying loudly.

He couldn't condemn this man, he had tried his best, but in a war, personal power was extremely weak.

"War." Liang didn't have a lot of real feelings about war, but only learned it from textbooks.

Originally, she and Zhou Hong respected Director Sawai very much, but now her admiration for Director Sawai has reached the highest level.

When I was a child watching Tokusho, I didn’t know such a thing at all, but as I grew older and my knowledge expanded, Zhou Hong recalled the story of Gaia in the past.

I have to say a word of admiration to Yuangu.

I have to say, "Yubutani's eternal god."

After wiping away his hot tears, Hirano said in a deep voice, "I don't know if the salvation you're talking about is real salvation, or killing Kondo."

"If you're going to kill him, kill me too."

The old man's voice was decisive, while Zhou Hong looked at Liang.

Tears poured out of the emotional goodness, in the pure and flawless azure light, the azure blue life-sized Ultra warrior was sitting in place.

"Ultraman." Uncle Hirano's eyes widened.

Gentle cell conversion beams were released from Liang's hands, and colorful radiance poured into Kondo's body.

The light is not dazzling, but Kondo's ugly body is shining brightly and dazzlingly.

"Thank you so much for all these years, Hirano."

Just like in the past, Kondo hugged Hirano with a smile.

"I'm sorry to disturb your reunion, but there is one thing that I need your help with." Zhou Hong's eyes shone with biting coldness.

"Little things."

The sound of five fingers clenched in the air almost caused the dilapidated hut to collapse.