Chapter 930: NO．53: Insider

NO．53: Insider

Just a word from Anqi is not a threat to either the Ultraman Knights or Dark Trega.

Such an action is undoubtedly a probe, and this probe easily drew out a new trump card named Sai Luo Ultraman.

For Heixi, who may not be an Ultraman fan but necessarily comes into contact with Ultraman works due to liking monsters, seeing this familiar face appear alive is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

Of course, if the update speed of this world's tokusatsu works could keep up with that of the Holy Terra Federation's transmigrator small circle, then she would have already been pleasantly surprised when she saw Dark Trega yesterday.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

Aomo had already looked up the current Ultraman IP progress, still within a week after Zeta had just concluded.

Aomo transformed into Dark Trega for his debut, which counts as spoiling a bit for the local tokusatsu fans (x), and could throw Tsuburaya Productions into chaos—provided they still retain their previous memories.

However, even if they have no memory, Sai Luo's appearance now is clearly before the other side has had time to clear their memories.

Not to mention Mr. Utsumi, who doesn't want to reveal his name, has already been snapping photos frantically with his phone; even JKs who have no interest in Ultraman at all have pulled out their phones to take pictures or videos, and some have even gone live.

They were fiercely filming the ultra-high-definition Sai Luo Ultraman at close range.

This is a close-up Ultraman without a zipper fly!

Although his gaze remains fierce, given the huge fanbase within the circle, there will definitely be no one questioning his stance!

This is not something that the Ultraman Knights and Dark Trega, who were yesterday suspected of fighting like dogs, could pull off as a scam.

"Sai Luo, drag it out of the school's range; Anqi Jun should also be on his way after hearing the news."

"Eh? Aomo-san?" X2

"Aomo, how did you come here?!"

"Who? Who are you talking to?"

Under the circumstances where cognitive alteration was still functioning normally, Aomo, who stepped into the classroom and waved from afar at Sai Luo, naturally invited suspicion from the Ultraman Alliance and the Rikka Corps.

Having neither magic resistance nor world‑level peculiarity, in the eyes of Nomura Ren and Namiko, the behavior of these three people talking to the air seemed somewhat eerie.

Namiko even felt a little creepy.

On the contrary, Ren wasn't afraid, just puzzled.

'Aomo'… that name… I feel like I've heard it before… when was it… it must have been during some terrifying event… and it's probably related to what's coming.

She unconsciously glanced at Utsumi, who had been staring at the air together with Yuta's classmate and Rikka; at that moment, as if sensing the gaze, he returned a steady look.

What does that mean?

Being able to read someone's thoughts from their gaze is still out of reach; Ren felt somewhat bewildered, but fortunately the battlefield outside the window eased that awkward, stagnant atmosphere.

Bang!

Boom!

Pop!

The dull booming accompanied each bodily and weapon collision, manifesting an unparalleled presence before they were fully pulled apart.

Moreover, besides this 'interference,' there were cries for help nearby:

"Come, someone come! Ako is injured!"

"Ranmo…? Ako, Ako, what happened to you?!"

"Glass! Watch out for glass! Ako was cut by glass! Teacher, look!"

"Ah, this needs to be sent to the infirmary right away; get a few guys… huh?"

"Teacher! Sairu is also injured!"

"No, no, maybe I misread?"

"What's going on?"

The crowd, which had originally focused entirely on the classmates' injuries, fell into a conflict of information gathering.

Only the three people whose gazes moved in unison saw the youth with silver light flickering at his fingertips, moving between the different injured groups, and soon returned:

"This is too noisy; it sounds like quite a few people are injured, but I don't have time to attend to each one."

In the eyes of Yuta, Utsumi, and Rikka, Aomo, who brushed the silver light from his fingertips across the edge of each wounded person's wound, sighed while looking toward the distant battlefield where Sai Luo was gradually gaining the upper hand against the 'sleeping on firewood and tasting gall' monster, only then turning his head back.

"No problem, right? You three."

"Eh?" The three first‑year students glanced at each other, not understanding.

"Not going classroom‑by‑classroom to rescue the wounded shouldn't leave you three dissatisfied, right?" he asked gently, yet his gaze, as he scanned everyone, became as sharp as Light‑san/Anqi.

"There's no one seriously injured, right?" Rikka replied with a question, her worried gaze sweeping the surroundings and the battlefield.

But Aomo also politely replied, without leaving a trace, glancing at Yuta who was looking at Rikka: "As far as I've heard, there isn't."

"Then it's fine to just go to the infirmary normally." Utsumi breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly not minding Aomo's scrutinizing gaze toward everyone.

And Yuta, hesitant to speak, asked: "Aomo‑san, should I, should I help?"

"What are you saying, Yuta!"

"Help?"

As soon as he said that, Utsumi panicked, Rikka seemed stuck, glanced at the distant battlefield, then at Yuta, and pressed her lips together.

One pass, two excellences—Aomo, accustomed to being avoided and stared at, withdrew his scrutiny of micro‑expressions and turned his gaze to Yuta, who had been urgently stopped by Utsumi and Rikka:

"Can you hear me, Yuta‑kun?"

"I… I think I really did hear it." Yuta nodded.

"What Utsumi said… sounded like a voice calling out."

"Then let's give it a try." Aomo nodded, and immediately, with a fingertip sigil, he reached toward the teacher's direction, then spread outward, encompassing the two female high school students who had been listening in on one side.

"Don't worry about the school causing you trouble."

He is always thorough with procedural courtesies, but even so, this obviously cannot convince the other party's friends and family.

"What? Yuta! Calm down!" Utsumi instinctively tried to grab Yuta, but his already sore muscles couldn't take it, and he immediately clenched his teeth.

And Liuhua also tried to dissuade from the side: "Yeah, Yutai! With Sai Luo here, you really don't need to......"

"But this is what I can and should do!"

"Facing the opponent's eyes, clear and blue like glass beads, Yutai's own eyes also sparkled with the same light, even more resolute than Neihai's gaze just moments before."

"I heard it, that voice!"

"But even so...... Liuhua only thought the other was referring to Gu Li Te."

"It's the voice in my heart!"

"There are still many people feeling uneasy, even you, Liuhua, so this is something only I can do!"

"Having said that, he suddenly bowed deeply toward Aomo: 'Aomo-san, please take care of this here!'"

"No problem, go ahead with confidence, carry out what you want to do."

"All right!"

"Yutai! Yutai!"

"At the moment when no one in the class even glanced their way, the red-haired boy ran straight out of the classroom, while Aomo raised his hand, fiddled with the light screen, and activated the automatic driving mode of the Beta motorcycle in the parking lot."

"Making it automatically drive toward the school gate."

"He, go to the first floor as fast as you can, get in my car, and escort Yutai to Liuhua's house."

"Eh? Okay, all right!"

"Although the situation wasn't clear, He's execution was decisive, and after that, Aomo glanced at the two students' worried expressions."

"Instead, he notified Sai Luo via telepathy:"

"'You can ease up a bit; Yutai has decided to act.'"

"'Oh! Is that the human-form youth of Gu Li Te? Then I——'"

"Before he could finish, a monster that sleeps on firewood and tastes gall suddenly came charging in a flying posture!"

"Then, Na Te, who had suddenly transformed into a Gu Li Te knight in midair, rushed into the battlefield!"

"'... No need to hold back; give it your all—the monster that sleeps on firewood and tastes gall is not an easy opponent either.' Aomo corrected himself."

"Last time, we only won because the enemy was careless and focused fire, we dealt a heavy blow, and also thanks to external interference from Qian and Suzi; otherwise, a real fight would likely have been a chaotic brawl where we could get hurt."

"'You're not joining?'"

"'I want to see how much cost she can put in, and do you really want me to intervene?'"

"'Good! This is what you said! After waiting so long for a chance to move my body, don't you come interfere!'"

"'Who made you unwilling to look after the faint-light flying steed classmate.'"

"As someone who always finds excuses for himself, Aomo only felt that Sai Luo's boredom was self-inflicted."

"Even though the little girl was clearly clinging to him, if she tried a bit of training, she wouldn't be idle with nothing to do."

"As for that, Sai Luo had only one thing to say:"

"'No way! Absolutely not! I will continue to be wary of anyone who calls me master!'"

"'Tsk.'"

"'You clicked your tongue, didn't you!'"

"'I feel sad.'"

"'Your sadness is worthless.'"

"'I think everyone deserves retribution, but you escaped it, and I feel sad.'"

"'You motherf***er!' Sai Luo's biggest gain from staying long in the boundary gate area was learning to swear even more fiercely than 'kisama'."

"But also at this moment——"

"Ah! Sai Luo has been knocked down!"

"Neihai, who was closely watching the battlefield, was shocked to see Sai Luo seem to lag half a beat, as if dazed, and be knocked down by the monster that sleeps on firewood and tastes gall."

"Meanwhile, Aomo was shuffling cards with his head down, as if nothing had happened."