Starting human body

The Suna Mountain Incident has passed.

Time is approaching Christmas in a blink of an eye, and the earth has entered a brief period of calm.

Natsuki no longer ran around, but started kendo training while practicing.

Although there are still monsters on the earth, he has barely rested during this time, and his body is already feeling tired.

The power of darkness will increase every time he transforms. Although he can control it, he still needs to cultivate in the space of light.

Unknowingly, he was living in the human form of Nexus.

Nexus is the transitional form of the legendary Ultraman Noah. After every battle, his human body will have problems and needs to be healed in the "Wings of Stone".

Of course, he wasn't that exaggerated.

His body can support A-level combat. There is no pressure on the current B-level. What really affects him is the dark power.

If you don't adjust your cultivation in time, you will easily lose control of the darkness and be enslaved by power.

That was a situation he couldn't accept...

"call!"

Tokyo Kendo Hall.

Xia Shu held a bamboo knife and practiced alone, causing a gust of wind.

That guy Ida Iryu,

Finally, I talked some nonsense...

What about the will to win, what about enduring loneliness... isn't this normal?

He has had this awareness since he started practicing fighting skills.

How could he learn swordsmanship with just this kind of thing?

It seems that it can only be practiced through experience in fighting skills.

kendo,

It is divided into footwork and moves. In the final analysis, it is just how to use force and where to attack.

Different attack methods and attack concepts gave birth to different swordsmanship schools.

His philosophy is the same as his fighting skills;

Fast, precise, without unnecessary movements, with the primary goal of instantly destroying the enemy's function.

But first, you need to control the knife in your hand.

Only absolute control can make you feel comfortable...

"Hey, Takaki!" Gosuke Kibi took off his protective gear while sweating profusely on the other side, "I still have a mission, so I'll go back today!"

"Let's try it again another day."

Natsuki stopped practicing and looked at Kibi Gosuke, who was still relatively young and had a loud voice.

At this time, Captain Xibi looked like a dazed man, very angry and extremely reckless.

"You still haven't given up, haha," said Gosuke Kibi after changing his clothes, "Then let's compete another day. Then I'll let you see my true strength!"

Natsuki shook his head: "I won't lose again next time, uncle long-legs."

"Why do you always call me Uncle Long Legs?" Kibi Gosuke said speechlessly, "I am much older than you, but there is no need to add 'long legs', right?"

Ever since he reunited with Natsuki in this kendo gym, he suddenly got a nickname,

Inexplicably, people around him started calling him Long-Legged Hibby.

"I just think it's easier to call it this way." Xia Shu returned to kendo practice.

"Forget it," Xibi waved her hands, packed her things and left, "Remember to tell Gao Ye for me that I will accompany Yuanxiang back to my hometown this Christmas, so I won't go looking for him."

"Christmas..."

Natsuki continued to wield the bamboo sword,

I was still about to say something, but suddenly there was another buzzing in my ears.

here we go again……

The same call as the last time the ghost happened.

Is it over or not?

He is not a firefighter who goes around putting out fires...

"Wow!"

Images of volcanic lava flashed through Xia Shu's mind.

There is a monster eye flashing coldly above the magma...

"Um?"

Natsuki followed the sensor and looked in the direction of Mount Kirimon in Nagano Prefecture.

He remembered that the ancient monster Golzan was hidden under the extinct volcano of Wumen Mountain.

It was the one that escaped when Tiga was resurrected.

Absorbs magma energy to strengthen, and then becomes an enhanced version of Golzan.

Originally, he wanted to go directly to Wumen Mountain to collect Golzan dolls, but Golzan was hidden deep underground, and he was worried about triggering a volcanic eruption, so he held off for the time being...

Is Golzan about to come out now?

“Buzz——!”

A speeding motorcycle passed by on the snowy Nagano Highway, and in a blink of an eye, we arrived at Kuwata Town at the foot of Mount Kirimondake.

After arriving here,

The calls were obviously much clearer, and more images were seen.

Natsuki walked through the snow through the town and entered the Kirimon Mountains.

Induction,

Golzan is probably more than 1,800 meters underground.

He can only teleport short distances, and he can't get close to the underground magma like Golzan, so he doesn't have a good way to deal with it.

Natsuki lingered for a while, scanning the towns around Mount Kirimon.

It’s better to anonymously tell TPC about the situation here first...

…

The Midorikawa family.

Natsuki took a shower after returning from Nagano. As soon as she changed clothes, she saw Takano coming back from get off work.

Ashamed to say,

Due to various reasons, whether it was Suna Ghost or the previous Abbas and Gazot II...he failed to take good photos.

In the end, I just submitted an interview about an elderly person living alone, and I asked Onoda to help polish it...

"Gao Shu," Gao Ye said with a smile on his face, "your interview article won an internal award, and I specially helped you win a bonus."

"Eh?"

Xia Shu said unexpectedly,

“Can freelance writers also get bonuses?”

"You are considered a magazine person. You shouldn't have submitted articles to other magazines, right?"

"of course not."

"Anyway, congratulations first," Takano patted Natsuki on the shoulder, "The manuscript you wrote is really great, especially the redemption between Grandma and the alien at the end..."

"Redemption?"

Natsuki was confused.

He wrote it completely blindly,

Wrote a diary,

By the way, the real purpose of aliens is written, reminding humans not to believe in aliens casually.

What redemption?

What exactly did that guy Onoda polish?

"How much is the bonus?" Xia Shu remembered and asked.

"call--!"

This evening,

It's snowing again outside, and even though it's not Christmas yet, there's already a Christmas atmosphere on the streets, with bells ringing everywhere.

Japanese people really like to celebrate Western festivals.

This is actually happier than Westerners, because there are double festivals...

"Go skiing?"

After dinner, Natsuki listened to Takano talking about Christmas arrangements.

"Yes," Takano looked at Mai, who was curled up on the sofa sleeping. "It just so happens that I haven't been too busy recently, and Mai has always wanted to go skiing."

Takano said and then said to Natsuki: "Why don't you come too? There are so many people and it's so lively. Then we can rent a wooden house..."

"I won't go."

Natsuki smiled and shook his head.

He is just a passer-by,

This is not his home either...

A warm family...such beautiful things are too luxurious for him.

Just take a look and forget it.

If you get too close, you will not only burn yourself, but you may also injure Midorikawa and his daughter.

…

Christmas Eve is Christmas Eve,

Natsuki walked alone outside the kendo hall under the falling snowflakes. After taking off his snow-covered raincoat and entering the hall, he unexpectedly found Kibi Gosuke also there.

"Aren't you going to spend time with your daughter today?"

"Sonoka went back to her hometown," a hint of bitterness flashed across Xibi's face, "The boss suddenly said that she would be on guard duty at Mount Kirimon in Nagano during the Christmas period, so..."

"Another workaholic father."

Natsuki went to the side to change clothes, and glanced at Xibi from the corner of his eye, looking dazed.

When I was a child,

He also often spends holidays alone, and the only thing he sees is his father's back.

"Dad, are you leaving again?"

"Love and peace, dad, I fight for love and peace..."

"If you can change the world, death is not terrible."

"Xiaoshu, live for daddy!"

…

"Hoo ho!"

Xia Shu stepped forward, the bamboo knife in her hand stabbing, diagonally, slashing, cutting across...

Sweat swayed in the shadow of the knife.

My father, who is much older, is always rigid and serious, and he seemed so stiff even when he was in the second grade.

Death is indeed not terrible,

But when you die, there is nothing...

How can people not be afraid of death?

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