Chapter 59: The Self-Cultivation of an Actor in the Stardust Troupe

After confirming that Baizi was unharmed, Fengyuan’s heart brimmed with joy—he had truly changed the course of tragedy!

“Thank you, Jojo!”

“I will never let tragedy happen again!”

Resolutely making up his mind, Fengyuan bid farewell to Baizi and the others, then set off to find Zhuxing Tuan. He recounted everything he had experienced to him. Zhuxing Tuan, who had been puzzled by Fengyuan’s sudden transformation, finally understood after listening.

“So you met another Ultraman.”

Zhuxing Tuan spoke with a dawning comprehension, his gaze resting on the delighted Fengyuan. Indeed, his earlier judgment had not been wrong. Fengyuan had been outmatched before, but after receiving guidance from Jojo and changing his fighting style, he could now hold his own.

“Fengyuan, you must always remember Jojo’s teachings.”

With a stern expression, Zhuxing Tuan looked gravely at Fengyuan. “You will face many more extraterrestrial invaders in the future. You can’t afford to become complacent.”

“Yes, Captain!” Fengyuan replied loudly, his eyes drifting to Zhuxing Tuan’s injured leg.

“Captain, the Ripple can heal wounds—I’ll help you treat yours!”

As Fengyuan reached out, Zhuxing Tuan avoided him. “No need. You must conserve your strength for now.”

“But Captain—” Fengyuan began.

Zhuxing Tuan’s face hardened. “Why are you still standing here? Go train!”

Chastened by his reproach, Fengyuan’s expression became sheepish.

“All right, I’ll go train now.”

He scratched his head, turned, and walked away.

Only after Fengyuan had disappeared from sight did Zhuxing Tuan take out the Ultra Glasses from his pocket.

“An Ultraman from another universe, bearing dark power—let’s hope Jojo doesn’t run into trouble. I’ll ask the Commander.”

At this time, the Ultra Brothers still harbored considerable apprehension about dark forces. They had no choice: above the Land of Light, their own home, a dark Ultraman was imprisoned—once the powerful Belial.

Even a warrior of such strength had been driven to extremes by darkness; Zhuxing Tuan couldn’t help but worry about Jojo.

He sent an Ultra Message to the Land of Light.

An Ultra Message could transmit words, images, or sound signals to exchange information, its speed unpredictable. It was a skill used by the Ultramen of the Land of Light to communicate across the universe.

Nebula M78, Land of Light.

Upon receiving the message from Seven, the Father of Ultra fell silent after reading it.

He recalled the battle with the silver Ultraman in that unknown space and felt a phantom pain once again. In all his thousands of years, he had never fought an opponent like that, leaving a deep impression.

“So your name is Jojo. If we meet again, I must spar with you properly!”

As for Seven’s question, the Father of Ultra had no clear answers. Since Jojo hadn’t truly died last time, the lingering sense of guilt finally lifted from his heart.

“Leo can communicate with Jojo—the rules of that space have changed.”

With a thoughtful expression, the Father of Ultra recalled the red Y-shaped energy core on Jojo’s chest, and suddenly realized something!

A certain legendary warrior also had an energy core like this!

“So that’s it—no wonder I was powerless to resist last time.”

Enlightened, the Father of Ultra no longer worried about Jojo, and sent an Ultra Message to Earth to inform Seven.

On Earth—Gaia.

Morning.

When Jojo emerged from his room, Yui Takayama had already left for work. Only Shigemi Takayama remained at home, mopping the floor.

Noticing Jojo, she smiled. “I thought you would sleep until noon.”

“Hurry and eat breakfast—it should still be hot.”

As their relationship grew more familiar, Shigemi Takayama would joke with Jojo from time to time.

Jojo’s eyes lit up as he entered the living room. “With Shigemi’s cooking so delicious, I must savor it properly.”

He walked to the table and lifted the lid from the food.

“Jojo, you always have such sweet words,” Shigemi Takayama covered her face, feeling slightly embarrassed.

No woman dislikes feeling younger; being called ‘big sister’ made her mood even better.

Jojo spoke sincerely, “I mean it—being able to eat Shigemi’s breakfast every morning makes me feel blessed.”

“You rascal,” Shigemi Takayama chided with a smile.

Her gaze fell on Jojo’s clothes, and she considered, “You’ve worn these for several days now. Take them off, I’ll wash them for you.”

“Huh? Now?” Jojo blinked.

Shigemi Takayama placed her hands on her hips, exuding a motherly aura much like when facing Yumemu. “Of course, go to your room first!”

“Look at how many days you’ve worn them—you’re not tidy at all! Eat your breakfast!”

“All right, fine,” Jojo replied with a hint of resignation.

In truth, turning into particles of light every day kept his clothes perfectly clean.

Shigemi Takayama, realizing what she’d just done, felt a wave of embarrassment.

‘Oh dear, I got too happy and treated Jojo like Yumemu—what am I doing?’

To mask her awkwardness, she headed to the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned on the living room television.

The screen flickered to the popular news channel.

Reporting was Reiko Yoshii, on-site at the TV station.

Seeing that Jojo hadn’t noticed her earlier actions, Shigemi Takayama breathed a sigh of relief.

She continued cleaning while listening to the news.

Jojo’s attention, however, was fixed on Reiko Yoshii on the television.

Ever since the Destruction Summoner began invading Earth, people’s interests had shifted from entertainment to monsters.

Perhaps because every time there was an invasion, Reiko Yoshii’s three-person team rushed to the front lines, they naturally gained many fans.

Reiko Yoshii, Lun Wen, and Tabata—whether they counted as war correspondents was unclear.

Whenever invaders appeared, they always obtained firsthand information and braved the dangers to report from the scene.

Watching Reiko Yoshii, Jojo couldn’t help but think of Fujimiya.

Come to think of it, she was Fujimiya’s wife.

But now that Fujimiya’s outlook had changed, would they still meet? Would feelings bloom again?

‘Did I just erase Fujimiya’s wife?’

Jojo mused silently, his thoughts turning to Dr. Inamori.

Upon reflection, the chances of Fujimiya developing feelings for her seemed higher now.

But perhaps not; Fujimiya was the type who liked to show off, never hiding his identity when transforming.

Once Fujimiya’s Ultraman identity was exposed, Reiko Yoshii would surely seek him out.

Jojo smiled at the thought.

Fujimiya—two women revolving around you, a love triangle. Now, that’s a spectacle worth watching!