[Victory Captain]: Qianyi, your proposal was indeed very tempting, but please forgive me for declining.
[Victory Captain]: As the captain of the Victory Team, every word and action of mine must be accountable to all humanity on Earth. Becoming an Ultraman would not only be a right to me, but also a responsibility—and a burden.
[Victory Captain]: Right now, I am not prepared to shoulder both the duties of "Victory Captain" and "Savior of Light" at once.
If she had merely been an ordinary Victory Team member charging into battle, she might have accepted that light without hesitation, shed her blood on the front lines, and fought monsters.
But she was Captain Iruma.
She was the captain of the Victory Team, a TPC executive, and the central mind of humanity's defenses.
Her battlefield was not among ruins shrouded in smoke and fire, but before that cold command desk. There, she needed to remain absolutely rational, coordinate global resources, calm public panic, and navigate complex political struggles...
The weight of that responsibility was no less than fighting monsters hand-to-hand. In some ways, it was even more closely tied to the continuance of civilization than simple combat.
She could not—and did not dare to—lose focus at such a time.
After all, as long as she remained within TPC, wielding her authority and prestige, even if someone became an Ultraman, she could raise a protective umbrella over that human host and keep those ambitious schemers coveting Ultraman's power from acting rashly. But if she too went to the front lines, losing her ability to mediate and suppress matters internally, and Director Sawai retired in the future, then someone might very well target an utterly unprepared human host.
Why had the ancient civilization thirty million years ago headed toward destruction?
And why had the