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Please not that this chapter was written a looong time ago, like were talking ancient times, so please bear with me if you find the writing to be a bit cringe, i will definitely edit this soon.

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[19:00 ᴘ.ᴍ] ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ, ᴀᴋɪʜᴀʙᴀʀᴀ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴍᴏɴʜᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴋᴀʙᴀ ʙᴀʀ

["Now, please join me in welcoming him back to Japan, the newest member of our Giants family, Ken Sato!"]

["Thanks for waiting folks. All right who's first". ]

Your eyes flickered away from the screen for a moment onto the crowd of people who seemed utterly fixated on what Kenji Sato had to say.

Kenji Sato –

The man whose arrival was being celebrated across all of Japan.

An international baseball star, an icon, all media coverage on him has left him to be regarded as nothing less than a living legend...

His presence alone speaks for himself, eccentric mannerisms and his terribly corny one-liners that always seemed to have "-bro" as a suffix for some reason.

If anyone could ask you what your opinion of this man was to be, you would have your completely unbiased answer locked and loaded—

He's a fucking idiot.

But unfortunately for you, most humans are wired to eat this kind of shit up. And man did they practically inhale all his absolute bullshit. The Ken Sato show, really? Were all humans this arrogant?

It will forever be a mystery to you that out of all other lifeforms that populated the planet, it was humans who ended up winning the prehistoric game of evolutionary Russian roulette.

Talk about beginner's luck with no do-overs.

Your attention is once again drawn back to the screen above you when your ears pick up a rather intriguing question asked by a female reporter.

["Mr Sato, why did you come back to Japan?" ]

["I...I'm sorry. What's your name?" ]

"What's the point of asking for her name, this isn't a private scoop it's a public interview. Just answer the damn question.", you grumbled out and ignored the poorly contained snickers generated by your input.

What playboy tactics was he resorting to now?

["Ami Wakita" ]

Ken Sato seemed to recognise her based on that answer with a sudden look of amusement and a hint of...nervousness? You could practically feel the sudden tension that had been formed in the atmosphere, connecting two opposing sides across from each other.

Like a spider cautiously weaving its web.

You glanced around, secretly hoping that someone would take note of it, finally, this interview was getting interesting.

Perhaps they could see it too?

Unsurprisingly, they didn't. Sometimes you wish you had the same amount of grains of attention span as humans did, maybe that would make them less disappointing.

Maybe...

You took another glance around the bar, picking up comments from every inch of the room, some unrelated to the interview, light banter about the next betting slots that would open, even a few young women grumbling, apparently sour that The Kenji Sato himself had just asked the woman for her name?

What the hell...?

Ok, now you were definitely sure that the tension had gone unnoticed by virtually everyone.

Everyone except Kenji Sato.

You huffed, Miss Wakita really knew what toes to step on, didn't she? Blunt and straight to the point, you liked that.

She must have caught on to his bullshitting technique, he hadn't said anything substantial that was worth reporting in all the time he was sitting on that fucking chair and hence wasting everyone's precious time.

As much of a fan those reporters were of Ken Sato, they were still reporters with a job to do.

So since he wouldn't say anything worthwhile, she decided to make him say something.

Nice.

["Hold up. Hold up. You're the Tigers fan, right?" ]

You overhear giggles, cackles and snickers from the audience present at the interview and even around the bar garnered by the throw of Ken's playful question.

Your facial expression morphs into one of confusion and barely concealed irritation. Once again you scoff. You're getting tired of his repeated antics.

Just answer the damn question.

Your focus drifts upon overhearing two friends engrossed in deep conversation beside you discussing a noteworthy article written by Miss Wakita.

She must be quite the notorious reporter amongst Kenji Sato fans considering how rowdy the bar became when she revealed her identity.

["The question isn't who I root for Mr. Sato. The question is why on the verge of your first championship, you choose to walk away and start over.]

Oh, this changes things a lot now. A championship title isn't something that virtually anyone could just throw away, except they had a serious reason to.

But even still, what could make a man like Kenji Sato walk away from a golden opportunity like that?

You were dying to know...

["Some suggest it was emotional stress. Due to family–"]

["THIS IS BASEBALL, NOT GOSSIP HOUR!!"]

That snide remark was made by some random douche reporter in the crowd.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, she's the one asking the real questions rather than shamelessly stroking his ego and this clown still has the guts to clown her for it?

Well, if he's so bold why can't he stand up and say it again?

Despite your annoyance, you continued to study the interaction to see how its would unfold. You were ashamed to say this but you were completely engrossed in this interview.

Maybe it's The Kenji Sato Effect™?

That made you laugh a little.

["Guys, play nice okay? I'm happy to answer the question."]

Oh?, You don't recall her ever finishing the question, how could he be so sure he would be ready to answer it?

His answer reeks of pride and overconfidence. You inwardly scoffed as you overheard side comments praising him for being so understanding and considerate.

Can't they sense the understated condescension in his words? It was truly baffling to see how humans choose to turn a blind eye to the obvious and keep deluding themselves into a lie.

By now you had a few guesses about what she was about to ask and you were pretty confident that it would most definitely render him speechless and possibly damage his confident facade by drawing out a reporter's best meal, emotional vulnerability.

["Miss Wakita, please continue".]

Here it comes...

[Thank you. Some speculate your departure was connected to the loss of your mother, that there was some sort of unfinished family business..]

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Well damn... You didn't think she would go that far in a public interview. Couldn't she have phrased the question in a more subtle manner.

You're not sympathising with him, but, you feel like there was another way to phrase this question. She cornered him a bit too quickly, a real hunter knows to silently lure their prey in before going in for the kill or else—

Kenji appeared very disgruntled by that question and took a quick swig of water and swiftly replied.

[My apologies Miss Wakita, unfortunately, I have a fan event to attend. Uh– I look forward to seeing you all in a couple of days where I promise that the Ken Sato show will be in full effect.]

—They'll make a quick escape.

How disappointing, you mused.

Well it is to be expected, they're just human after all.

Miss Wakita failed your expectations by being too hasty in cornering Ken Sato. It seemed to you that she forgot she was in a public interview, of course, the person being interviewed could just walk away when the felt like it. That kind of bold move should be used in a more private setting.

Ken Sato, however, met all your expectations given the attitude he blatantly displayed during the course of the interview.

Eccentric, proud, egotistical, condescending, no regard for anyone but himself, arrogance at its finest.

All components of a well-built mask he wears to show to the public eye to hide numerous insecurities and self-doubt. Miss Wakita had attempted to crack it and she had failed because he simply ran away.

You should know this, you've been around humans long enough to comprehend their bizarre mannerisms.

Oh well, at least you were sufficiently entertained tonight.

Time to head back home...

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Walking along the sidewalk, your current destination was the Tokyo Port. You observed multiple pedestrians doing their best to keep as much distance away from you as possible.

It was understandable considering the fact that you have both a hoodie and a face mask on, you probably look like a very suspicious individual.

You didn't care though, it was best if they kept their dirty selves as far away from you as they possibly could.

You noticed a little girl and her mother walking ahead of you, the little girl looked back and pointed right at you, most likely commenting on your appearance. You glared at her in return, despite your mouth being covered by a mask and a hood concealing your hair, your frightening eyes seemed to do the trick as the little girl began crying.

Under your mask, you smiled.

You continued walking down the sidewalk and were about to cross an intersection but came to a sudden stop when you felt a rather familiar and unwelcome presence approaching your location quickly.

"Not this guy again, he's probably come to settle the score", you quietly groaned as you felt the ground quake with the giant stomps of an approaching kaiju.

Dammit Neronga, I have to take the long route because of you. Expect a serious ass-kicking if you manage to make it back to Kaiju Island.

You swiftly made your way between two apartment complexes into a random alleyway before the kaiju could pinpoint your presence. In your hurried journey, you manage to catch the voices of KDF officials, here to capture Neronga as well as snippets of the battle between Ultraman and Neronga, and to your surprise, he seems to be...struggling?

This isn't the Ultraman you knew, his disappearance piqued your suspicion and now his current behaviour confirmed them. This Ultraman was most likely his successor.

And his successor absolutely sucked ass. Didn't the previous Ultraman have any better candidates to succeed him than this bozo?

You got even farther away from the scene of the fight stopping in an abandoned alleyway to take a small break, Neronga would most likely not be able to sense your presence from this distance, he was far too stupid to be able to do that anyway.

Your gaze drifted to the sky as you heard the sounds of aircraft above you carrying the captured body of Neronga away.

That fast? That idiot must have run away then.

As you prepared to step out of the alleyway and into the street, you sensed another presence rapidly approaching your current location. You quickly hid back into the shadows and concealed your presence as you observed the figure descend.

Ultraman?...

You watched Ultraman descend from the sky as he transformed into rays of light that seemed to illuminate the dark alleyway forcing you to shrink down to avoid being detected. You watched with wide eyes as Ultraman unknowingly revealed his identity to you.

Kenji motherfucking Sato...

To say you expected it was painfully, not true. But given his attitude, it adds up to his poor and lacklustre performance as Ultraman.

You watched as he limped toward his motorcycle that was parked across from you and drove off. Once he was a safe distance away you emerged out of your hiding place and grew back to your normal height and walked off as if nothing happened.

Originally you thought your night in Tokyo would be as uneventful as the other times you tried to kill boredom by venturing into human civilization but you were pleasantly surprised that you turned out wrong.

You now knew the identity of Ultraman, you remembered his scent and could easily track and kill him if you wanted to.

It would be so easy...

But fortunately for him, you had no interest in him and the affairs of other humans or kaiju.

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You finally reached the docks as you glanced around for witnesses. Luckily there was none to witness you diving heads first into the sea.

You swam quickly and swiftly far away from the docks, further than any human had ever reached towards an island that looked rather ancient and intimidating. As you emerged from the sea, you stood at your full glory, flexing your two pairs of arms, you glanced down at your body, your human torso which seemed to disappear into your enlarged patterned abdomen that had eight claws that adorned every side.

Kaiju's of all types seemed to be wary of your presence, hissing and snarling as you made your way away from them.

You eventually got to a cave and let out a chitter to signal your arrival to the being that resided in it.

When you heard an approving growl that melted into a purr, you ventured further into the cave.

You felt a large and scaly tail wrap around one of your arms and you pat it affectionately as you gazed up at the towering dragon-like kaiju.

"I'm home mother.", your tone full of affection.

You turn your gaze down to the large egg she was holding tenderly.

You gave a soft smile.

"And hello to you too, little sister."

On an island inhabited by monsters of all forms, far away from human civilization, you felt at peace.

You were home.

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Kenji Sato got home feeling very irritated.

After having his press conference cut short by the presence of Neronga and having his ass handed to him by said kaiju, life seemed to give him the middle finger as he had another uncomfortable interview with the nosy reporter Ami Wakita.

Now his shoulder is busted and he had an upcoming game and he couldn't disappoint after making all that big talk.

The Ken Sato show must go on...

M.I.N.A, his robot assistant projected the news report of the fight between Ultraman and the KDF.

M.I.N.A suddenly speaks up, "Kenji, I think you should know something, it's very important".

Kenji sits up straight at that statement, "Well, spill it, what's up?"

"When you ran away from Neronga into that abandoned alley–"

"I didn't run away, it was a tactical retreat—".

"When you ran away, I sensed another presence in that alley with you."

Kenji felt his heart drop to his stomach, "M.I.N.A... are you saying–"

" Yes, Ken, someone was in that alley with you, and they saw you transform."

"Shit!." This was bad as if his day couldn't get worse...

"We DO NOT speak of this to Dad, understood? He can never know about this M.I.N.A"

"Of course Ken."

He was tired of this. Kenji just wanted to go home...

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