Rebirth of Shadow Ultraman

Although most of the space people on this earth are concentrated in places specially provided for space people to communicate, there are also many scattered space people in various cities who mimic humans and live ordinary lives.

Maki Shuo had no intention of interfering in their lives. With a smile, she rejected the old man's offer to show him the way. She thanked him and walked past this kind-hearted cosmonaut.

In fact, he was not really aimless. He was just observing the city while approaching the moving high-energy source.

Shinjiro Hayata, if the existence of Ultraman Armor is excluded, his energy fluctuations are even stronger than his father Shinjiro Hayata. With such a level of life and energy, the only difference between him and the real Ultraman is being irradiated by plasma sparks.

"Hey, enough is enough!"

The expected voice sounded, and Maki Shuo turned his head "behind the scenes" like an ordinary person. A junior student was surrounded by several people in the center, as if some conflict was about to occur.

The other young man seemed to be unable to stand it anymore and was striding towards the surrounded people. Although he didn't know what Shinjiro Hayata looked like, he could feel the clear light energy in the other person's body.

Relying on his own induction, Zhen Mu Shuo can detect the violent ups and downs of emotions in the other person's heart. Excited, worried, angry, with a little bit of the urge to be in the limelight.

He carefully stored his power and never thought about what to do with it. This ability has so far caused more trouble than gain, but now... he seems to actually be able to do something.

"Children, don't imitate other people's heroic deeds, or you two will be the ones getting beaten."

The man who was stopped turned his head, and the deliberately opened collar and unbuttoned cuffs on his chest vaguely revealed black lines, like some kind of ferocious tattoo.

Although he told Shinjiro not to interfere, he already kicked him as he turned around. When he just raised his leg, Shinjiro already made a gesture of resistance.

It was obviously the one who took the initiative to attack, but when his leg collided with Shinjiro's arm, he felt a sharp pain as if something metal had been kicked.

After a scream, the student who looked fierce at first fell to the ground holding his calf. Although no real damage was done, the pain was beyond the level that ordinary people could remain calm.

As if he had seen a ghost, Shinjiro suddenly turned around, pushed aside the onlookers, got out, and fled quickly.

The attackers were injured and fell to the ground, but the uninjured ones fled in panic. The onlookers looked at each other in confusion. Although they found it strange, they scattered around and continued what they were supposed to do.

After running several thousand meters, Shinjiro stopped. He exhaled, raised his hands and looked down at his palms.

Ever since he was young, this kind of power has always been difficult for him to control, and everything around him seems so fragile. Even ordinary playfulness with friends in childhood can have extremely serious consequences.

He had no doubt that when he played clapping with other children, he would really swat them away.

He originally thought that he could control his power well, but what just happened told him that he was still an alien that was difficult to integrate into.

"Don't you seem to be able to control your power well?"

An unfamiliar voice sounded, and Shinjiro turned his head to look warily. He has been trying hard to hide his power, not wanting it to completely change his life.

With the speed he was running at just now, unless he was a professional athlete, no one should be able to catch up. You can't be so unlucky that there happen to be athletes among the crowd of spectators, right?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind one by one. He pretended to be confused and looked at the strange young man and asked.

"What power?"

Maki Shuo didn't answer, but suddenly clenched his right fist and punched him. Shinjiro Hayata subconsciously raised his hand to resist. Even if Shuki Maki deliberately slowed down, he could only block the fist before it landed.

His pretense of confusion turned into disbelief. This was the first time since he realized that his power was unusual that he met someone stronger than himself.

Maki Shukaku's power is controlled extremely well, and is maintained subtly at a level that allows Shinjiro to feel pain but not be harmed.

"who are you?"

Shinjiro stared at Maki Shuki. After realizing that Maki Shuki had no intention of continuing, he hesitated and stood up straight.

"Do you want to control your own power? Or do you want to give up this power?"

Maki Shukaku didn't answer the question, and looked directly into Shinjiro Hayata's eyes with scrutiny. Shinjiro subconsciously avoided Maki Shuo's gaze. His heart was full of hesitation and wariness, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

But recalling the troubles he had experienced since childhood because of this power, what just happened seemed to reappear in front of Shinjiro's eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Take this power away, if you can do it."

Maki Shuo looked at him deeply, reached out and patted his shoulder, and a ray of light quietly injected into Shinjiro's body: "As you wish."

"How to make this power disappear..." Shinjiro, who had just turned his head and glanced at his shoulder, asked and raised his head, but the person in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye like a ghost.

"Eh? Where is the person?" He looked around suspiciously. The pedestrians were walking in a hurry, and everything was as usual. Only a few people would give him a strange look, as if he had been talking to something non-existent not long ago.

"Am I too nervous recently?" I moved my palms, and the vague pain did not continue. "I just said, what about losing strength..."

He muttered and ran towards home, but stopped in surprise after running a few steps. Based on his past experience, this level of speed is already close to the human limit, but now his movements are simply like jogging.

"Are you kidding me, did you really disappear...?"

He tentatively punched the bricks on the ground with a little force. The ground was not damaged, but his body felt a little painful.

From this point of view, except for the fact that his physical defense is still higher than that of ordinary people, he seems to be no different from ordinary people.

The power that had bothered him for a long time finally disappeared. Shinjiro felt a little relieved, but also a little disappointed. But he soon regained his composure and whispered to himself, as if persuading himself.

"Isn't this the ordinary life you want? There is nothing to be disappointed about."