Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

Yoshimura Kozo got up in the morning, washed his face, and felt full of energy.

Being able to join the Tucker team generally means being an elite to a certain extent. However, even if humans are classified into different categories, they are generally within one category. In other words, even a genius human is still a human.

Extraordinary wisdom, unusually sharp action, prophetic judgment, and fearless confidence... From a historical perspective, those great figures seem to possess corresponding or partial qualities, but in fact, they probably also have limitations.

From the perspective of later generations, they were all amazed and felt inferior, but perhaps from the perspective of the people involved, it was a mixture of coincidences, luck and thrilling coincidences. If that step was missing and that step was missing, nothing would be achieved - they would think so.

Even though it is such a terrifying thing, he can be full of confidence. Even though he is walking on a tightrope, he can be calm to the point of being cruel. It seems that he will not panic at all, as if he is an omnipotent person.

Such outstanding people actually do not exist - I can't say this for sure, but even if they do, they are rarer than the stars in the city's night lights. Such people are born just to surprise others.

Well, don't get me wrong, I have never seen the above-mentioned person, Yoshimura Kozo, nor do I think I am one of them - although probably no one would misunderstand me like that - but I happened to think of it and wanted to think about this topic a little bit.

Yoshimura Kozo is not an interesting person. If he talks about something he is interested in, he may be able to talk endlessly, but if he talks about himself, he will be speechless in a blink of an eye.

What is there to discuss? What is there to discuss? If you think about it carefully, you will feel embarrassed.

Yoshimura Kozo has been curious since he was a child. He played in a band in high school and was a good guitarist. Of course, relatively speaking, he was quite aware of his own level.

The heat could infect the audience and make the atmosphere more lively, but if you want to be where the musicians are, you can never do that.

Moreover, although he is interested in music, he is surprisingly conservative. In his family customs, he even believes in the existence of the "Bull God", and he is therefore a vegetarian who not only does not eat beef, but also tries to avoid other meats.

His father died when he was young and he was raised by his mother. After he grew up and started working, Yoshimura Kozo would occasionally communicate with his mother. For example, last night, his mother called him and asked him if his job was dangerous.

The Sakurajima incident was not an ordinary incident. It was neither a natural disaster nor an accident. It was a man-made, terrorist attack.

It was normal for society to be in an uproar. Even in Japan, which had experienced the appearance of monsters for a long time, humans were still humans after all, and there was a limit to what they could tolerate. This feeling of uneasiness spread across the entire land of Japan like a gust of wind, and even his mother knew about it.

and......

Yoshimura looked at his face in the bathroom mirror. Crystal clear water droplets floated on his face. The front of his hair was slightly wet. He sighed slightly.

"When will this stop..."

When will we stop fighting the enemy?

He treated his mother perfunctorily and lied that he was safe, but in fact, the Tucker team itself was a workplace where lives had been lost.

If he died, perhaps his mother would only see a white letter from him in the end, and even his ashes could not be sent back. Just thinking about that kind of thing really makes people feel heavy.

The large number of missing children that appeared yesterday was obviously not right, and the reports did not stop until the night, but how would the Tuckers solve this kind of thing? If it was a super beast, they would fight it. Even if they could not defeat it, at least the Tuckers could do something, but what about the stolen children?

"Let's not talk about being shrunk or turned into anything else. The Yabo people are not ordinary aliens. We can't even predict the appearance of super beasts. How can we find their base? Even if we find it, how can we rescue them?"

When he thought of this, Yoshimura Kozo, an only child, couldn't help feeling depressed.

After calming down, Yoshimura Kozo went to eat and then went to the war room.

But when I arrived at the war room, I was shocked.

Although when there is an emergency mission, you have to wake up quickly and take action no matter how deep your sleep is, this is the first time I have encountered such a noisy situation right after arriving in the operations room.

The phone kept ringing. Yamazaki, who always liked to look cool by wearing sunglasses, was sweating all over. He was scared by the way she spoke softly while holding the phone. The same was true for Nan Xizi. Both of them answered the phone while nodding and apologizing without caring whether the other party could see them or not.

Yoshimura Kozo felt uneasy. He saw Team Member Zhen in the operations room with a grim look on his face, so he quickly stepped forward to ask what had happened.

"More and more children are missing. They didn't stop last night. The Metropolitan Police Department can't suppress it anymore. The calls started pouring in to the Tucker team."

"More and more, how much?"

"No less than 1,000 people. This is a conservative number. It should be in the thousands."

Yoshimura Kozo almost cursed, but of course he suppressed it; "This, this will cause an uproar!"

Manatsu Ryuu put it simply; "The country is in turmoil."

This is too crazy. Even if they are invading aliens, there is no need to do this. If they have the ability and foundation, why don't they try to assassinate politicians and military officers? Wouldn't that be even more turbulent? Why do they have to use such a despicable method? !

Yoshimura Kozo was speechless. If meteorology is a huge project, and no matter how accurate the computers are, they cannot guarantee that there will be no errors, then humans are a complex system that is no less powerful than meteorology and is very good at making judgments. This sentence seems contradictory, but it is actually just a matter of different meanings.

Why do this to Japan?!

Yoshimura Kozo thought about this and asked, "Hasn't this happened in other countries?"

Manatsu Ryu shook his head; "No."

Yoshimura Kozo had no way to deal with this situation. He sat down on the chair and watched the only two phones being answered by Yamanaka and Minami Yuko without a chance to hang up for two seconds. Finally, they were interrupted by the captain and sent out to patrol and search.

Yoshimura Kozo followed the order and came to the streets. A large number of children were missing in Tokyo, but not all of them were stolen (Yoshimura Kozo felt a nauseous chill at the thought of this). During his patrol, he saw a parade.

The walking team really had a kind of courage that shocked him who had never seen such a scene before. He couldn't help but stop standing on the side of the road. It was a completely different kind of courage from that of the audience below the stage.

——It is said that when a pianist plays a song, there is such a thing as noise. A novice musician and a respected musician have different noises. Some will be praised by critics, while others will be evaluated as being too turbid and polluting the song they play.

Although he is a guitarist, he doesn't know nothing about other things except playing the guitar.

Just pressing the keys with your fingers will produce a sound, and when the keys reach the bottom, the sound will bounce back, and there is no way to avoid it, so you have to practice desperately, day and night, hoping to make the noise beautiful and thorough, and to transform those things that are bound to exist into beauty.

But what is this…

"That's really too much..."

I can't help but say this, I can't help but repeat it.

The noise of reality is more terrible and malicious than the noise on the keys, and a million times more terrifying than the imagination of a shrewd arranger or even Erik Satie.

Eric Satie composed a piece that began with a small musical fragment and repeated it over and over again. He wrote that in order to play this fragment 840 times in a row, the performer needed to prepare in advance: he must remain as quiet as possible and absolutely not move. Later performers such as John Cage strictly followed this rule and played it 840 times, which took more than 20 hours.

What about this song? The pain of this noise will take the rest of my life to bear.