Thinking back on those days, Daigo still felt his scalp tingle.
Every day, Captain Iruma would either personally drive a Jeep with its engine roaring and relentlessly chase him down across the dust-filled wilderness, trying to ram him; throw him into the deep mountains and force him to stand beneath a raging waterfall and chop through the current; or make him dodge boomerangs in a sealed training room while enduring immense pressure and launching counterattacks against her.
During that time, he was worked to utter exhaustion every day, covered in injuries. Even in his dreams, he could hear the Jeep's horn.
But after training for some time, he had finally become able to leap aside when the Jeep charged at him, accurately kicking Captain Iruma in the driver's seat; split a waterfall with a full-force hand chop; and precisely evade boomerangs.
According to Captain Iruma, these were all trials an Ultraman warrior had to undergo.
Daigo was a very serious person. Although he felt he still could not bear Ultraman's power, he trained and went on missions every day without daring to slack off in the slightest, all so that if he truly inherited Ultraman's power one day, his own weakness would not cause problems and fail Ultraman's duty.
He just had not expected that day to come so quickly.
Without buildup or warning, this power—power enough to change the fate of a planet—was placed directly before him.
Instinctively, he wanted to shrink back, to refuse this power, to refuse this responsibility.
"I... I can't." Daigo unconsciously took a step back, his gaze shifting away. "I'm different from you, Mr. Qianyi. You possess incomparable power and the conviction to save humanity, while I... I'm really just an ordinary person. Just saving the people in front of me, just doing what