The sea before them was shrouded in mist all year round.
A similar region also existed in the Gourmet World.
“The visibility is terrible.
How are we supposed to find that island?” Nono asked with a frown.
They could easily lose their way if they weren’t careful.
Forcing their way through the mist might also disturb the creatures they had been sent to capture.
“It’s actually quite simple.
We just need to fly into the sky and look from above.
When the Wine-Heaven Mandarin Ducks mate, the wine inside their bodies evaporates and forms a special rain cloud above the mist,” Saku Hayashi explained, pointing toward the sky.
That was the simplest method.
A slightly more troublesome method involved following the ocean currents, while a more mystical approach would be to rely entirely on Food Luck.
“Then how are we supposed to fly?” Very few people in this world possessed the ability to fly, so Nono’s question was understandable.
“I’ll carry you.” Saku Hayashi crouched down.
Nono didn’t hesitate and immediately jumped onto his back, wrapping both arms around his neck.
Her breath brushed against his neck, making it feel slightly itchy.
Moonwalk was an easy physical technique to learn.
Both Saku Hayashi and Tsurara had mastered it.
Its principles were somewhat similar to the qinggong technique they used to run across water.
“So we can reach the sky like this?
Junior Brother, teach me when we have time,” Nono said directly.
They were practically family, so there was no need for her to act overly polite.
“No problem.
However, Senior Sister, your chest feels a little bony against my back,” Saku Hayashi teased.
In the original story, Komatsu underwent a sex change after eating Pair.
When Nono saw his enlarged chest, her eyes had widened dramatically.
It was unclear whether she had been shocked, envious, or perhaps both.
“Shut up, Junior Brother!
I still have room to grow!” Nono snapped in embarrassment.
She turned and looked at Tsurara’s impressive figure, immediately suffering another blow.
Nono wasn’t demanding enough to expect herself to reach Tsurara’s level.
She would be satisfied with a figure like her master had possessed when she was young.
After delivering Nono to the island, Saku Hayashi, Tsurara, and Tom left ahead of her.
“Tsurara, do you think Master Jiro is currently somewhere in the Heavy Drinker Archipelago?” Saku Hayashi asked with a smile, looking in a particular direction.
“He probably is.
Senior Jiro loves alcohol that much, after all,” Tsurara replied with a soft laugh behind her hand.
She had heard many stories about Jiro from Setsuno.
There were seven days in a week, yet Jiro somehow managed to visit the Heavy Drinker Archipelago eight times every week.
He could unquestionably be considered a regular.
Jiro had always maintained that record.
No one else had enough free time to visit the islands and drink every single day.
“If Uncle Mansam didn’t have work, he might have become Master Jiro’s drinking companion here,” Saku Hayashi suddenly remarked.
“That’s true.” Tsurara agreed.
That bald director was also a hopeless alcoholic.
His Full Course Menu resembled Jiro’s in one particular way—every single dish contained alcohol.
… [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “Daigo, after returning to the base, didn’t anyone ask how you survived?” No one would care that Daigo had “destroyed” another fighter jet.
A fighter could always be rebuilt, but a dead person couldn’t be brought back.
[Daigo]: “No.
Only the captain gave me a thoughtful look.
I feel like she suspects something.” [Gojo Satoru]: “Daigo, you should avoid exposing your identity.
Anyone with ulterior motives would covet an Ultraman’s power.” Gojo understood the behavior of certain high-ranking officials far too well.
An Ultraman’s power could accomplish countless things, especially in the hands of an ambitious person.
[Daigo]: “Understood.
I’ll transform somewhere hidden, such as a restroom.
There aren’t any cameras in there.” [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “Daigo, do you want to become a Toilet Warrior too?” The corners of Saku Hayashi’s mouth rose.
The legendary Toilet Warrior Juggler was extremely fond of visiting restrooms.
[Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “You don’t need to worry too much.
Even if the members of GUTS discovered your identity, they would help conceal it.
Besides, you’re one of Director-General Sawai’s people.” If Sawai discovered the truth, he would undoubtedly protect Daigo.
Daigo’s treatment might even improve further.
After all, Daigo was currently the only Ultraman and their main force against monsters.
[Natsuki Minamiya]: “That’s true.
Daigo has extremely powerful backing.
Protecting him wouldn’t be difficult.” [Daigo]: “Should I feel proud of that?” [Rocks]: “Of course you should.
You have both power and powerful backing.
If that doesn’t qualify you to feel proud, then who does?” [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “In another Ultraman world, a gravely injured and weakened human host was used as a laboratory animal for experiments.
He nearly died because of it.” Whenever Saku Hayashi thought about Jun Himeya’s suffering, he felt that everything Himeya had done was undeserved.
Of the countless lights in the homes he had risked his life to protect, not a single one shone for him.
Only the lights of the laboratory illuminated his body.
How ironic.
[Daigo]: “That’s wrong!
Why would anyone treat a hero like that?” Daigo clenched his fists as fury surged through his heart.
An Ultraman had protected humanity, yet humanity had responded by persecuting his host.
How deeply must such treatment have hurt that senior?
“Daigo, what’s wrong?” Rena asked with concern when she noticed his dark expression.
“Phew… It’s nothing.
I merely thought of something infuriating,” Daigo replied after slowly exhaling.
[Elysia]: “I also think that’s wrong.
A hero should never be treated that way.” Elysia believed in the beauty of human nature, but even she felt disappointed when confronted with such darkness.
[Kevin]: “It’s extremely common.
The shortsightedness, arrogance, and self-importance of those in power prevent them from understanding their own limitations.
They act recklessly, and eventually, they pay the price.” Kevin understood this better than most.
If becoming a Fusion Warrior weren’t so dangerous—with failure resulting in immediate death—those high-ranking officials would probably have fought among themselves for the opportunity.
After all, they feared death more than anyone.
Later, they had grown afraid that the Fusion Warriors were becoming too powerful and might threaten their positions.
As a result, they reassigned the warriors across the world, deliberately scattering the group.
[Daigo]: “I saw the Camearra you mentioned within Tiga’s memories.” [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “Then you should understand even better that reasoning with her is impossible.” [Alice Nakiri]: “Daigo, is Camearra beautiful?” [Daigo]: “I think she looks a little insane.” It wasn’t a question of whether she was beautiful.
Camearra looked like a crazed beauty.
Even witnessing her through a memory had sent a chill through Daigo’s body.
Knowing that he would meet her in the future only made his head ache.
[Daigo]: “Mr.
Hayashi, thirty million years have already passed.
Is it possible that Camearra has become weaker?” There was always a chance… [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “Don’t make Sister Camearra laugh.
There’s plenty of dark energy where she is.” Camearra’s group had benefited greatly from Gatanothor’s defeat.
If it hadn’t been for the light within the remains of those ancient giant statues, Daigo would have ended up lying in a coffin.
[Daigo]: “Uh… I should focus on leveling up first.” If Daigo wanted to avoid being whipped by Camearra’s light whip, he couldn’t afford to slack off.
[Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “Daigo, if you want to level up, visit my world whenever you have time.
I can train you.” Saku Hayashi was already preparing to purchase a jeep.
More importantly, it had to be one with faulty brakes.
Only then could it produce the best possible training results.
The Jeep Monster… Oh, right.
He still needed a crutch.
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