Chapter 1445
Beidou: Strange, the Yapools aren't causing any trouble.
Beidou and Nanxizi now feel that something is very wrong.
That's strange...
Why have the Yabo people been so quiet lately?
Beidou stood on the Tucker team's lookout tower, a cup of coffee in his hand, his brows furrowed like a pretzel. He stared at the distant horizon, as if he could see dimensional rifts through the clouds.
“Nan, what do you think…” He turned to look at Nan Yuko beside him, “have the Yapool been too quiet lately?”
Nan Xizi crossed her arms, her silver hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze, her eyes equally grave: "Something's very wrong. That guy should have been resurrected. Although Old Cui blocked the door and tried to kill him, given that guy's willpower..."
“We’re not going to give up!” Beidou chimed in, slamming his coffee cup onto the railing with a thud.
The two looked at each other and saw the same worry in each other's eyes.
The Yapool are not the type to settle down easily. They're like a tireless cockroach; you step on it, it gets up again; you burn it, it crawls out of the ashes. Despite being blocked at the entrance to another dimension and killed so many times by Cui Ming, they still tirelessly create super beasts, cause destruction, and attempt to invade Earth.
Now things have suddenly calmed down?
This doesn't resemble the Yabo people.
This is so unlike the Yabo people.
"Strengthen the defenses," Beidou said in a deep voice, his fingers unconsciously tapping the railing in the same rhythm as Cui Ming's habit of tapping his holster.
“Yes.” Nan Xizi nodded, her gaze sweeping over the base’s defense system. “All radars are on full blast, and the interdimensional monitoring is upgraded to the highest level. No matter what the Yapools are planning, we can’t let our guard down.”
"I hope everything goes well for Lao Cui," Bei Dou said softly, a hint of worry in his voice.
Nan Yuko didn't say anything, but gently patted his shoulder.
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Meanwhile, at the Seth team's base.
Everyone in the Set team, led by Choi Myung, really misses him.
Kotaro Higashi lay slumped over a table in the cafeteria, a plate of curry rice in front of him, but he hadn't even touched it. His usually sunny face was now etched with utter despair.
"Sigh..." he sighed, drawing out the sound, "With the captain gone, nobody's eating well..."
"Are you missing the captain?" Kirisaki sat opposite him, twirling a fork in her hand, her eyes equally mournful. "You're missing the captain's cooking."
"Is there a difference?" Higashi Kotaro raised his head and glared at him. "The food the captain makes, is it just food? It's art! It's redemption! It's solace for the soul!"
"...You're exaggerating a bit."
"Not good enough!" Higashi Kotaro sat bolt upright, slamming his fork on the table. "Do you know what the captain's omelet rice tastes like? The egg skin is as tender as a cloud, and the tomato sauce inside is made by the captain himself, perfectly balanced between sweet and sour. One bite—"
He closed his eyes, a near-devout expression on his face, as if savoring some sacred memory.
"—It's as if I can see Mother of Ultra smiling at me."
"..." Kirisaki's lips twitched. "You're getting more and more outrageous."
"Don't you want to too?" Higashi Kotaro opened his eyes and asked in return.
Kirisaki was silent for two seconds, then silently lowered his head, looked at the fried rice in front of him that was as hard as a brick, made by the cafeteria lady, and sighed deeply.
"think."
He admitted it readily and without any attempt to hide it.
"The captain's tempura was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with bouncy shrimp meat. The dipping sauce was the captain's special radish puree, refreshing and not greasy..." Kirisaki's voice grew softer and softer, as if chanting some ancient incantation, "And the captain's miso soup, the tofu in it was so tender it melted in your mouth, and the seaweed was personally selected by the captain, every bite tasted like the sea..."
"Stop talking!" Higashi Kotaro covered his ears. "The more you talk, the hungrier I get!"
"You brought it up first."
"Then let's not talk about it!"
The two men slumped over the table, like two dried-out salted fish, listless and on the verge of death. The other members of the Seth team looked at them, bewildered.
"Are they... alright?" one of the team members asked in a low voice.
"It's alright." The vice-captain waved his hand. "The captain has been gone for less than a month, and they're already like this. If we wait a few more days, they probably won't even be able to train."
"The captain's cooking... is it really that delicious?"
"You're new here, you don't understand." The vice-captain gave a mysterious smile. "Once the captain comes back, you'll understand after you try it once. After that, you'll become like them."
"...That scary?"
"It's not horrible, it's delicious." The vice-captain looked out the window, his eyes also filled with anticipation. "Captain... please come back soon. If you don't, the Seth team will be eaten out of business by these two gluttons."
Outside the window, the sun shines brightly, and the equipment on the training field gleams.
But the atmosphere in the cafeteria was somber, like a funeral.
Higashi Kotaro and Kirisaki continued to lie on the table, glanced at each other, and sighed at the same time.
"team leader……"
"Come back soon..."
"We...we're so hungry..."
The sound echoed in the cafeteria, like some kind of ancient prayer.
I pray that the man with the scarf, the taciturn man, but the man with unparalleled skill, will return soon.
After all, for the Set team, Choi Myung was more than just the captain.
He is also the culinary master of the entire base.
The Seth team without the God of Cookery is like Ultraman without light.
It has the appearance but no soul.
Meanwhile, Higashi Kotaro and Kirisaki are experiencing this truth deeply through their stomachs.
Everyone misses Choi Myung's cooking.
In the Seito team's cafeteria, Higashi Kotaro was poking at the hard fried rice in front of him with his chopsticks, his eyes vacant as if he were pondering the ultimate mysteries of the universe. Kirisaki sat next to him, holding a bowl of watery miso soup, his face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.
“This food…” Higashi Kotaro sighed, “compared to what the captain makes, it’s practically pig swill.”
"Shh!" Kirisaki quickly lowered his voice, "If the cafeteria lady hears this, we won't even get to eat pig feed tomorrow."
"……Too."
Higashi Kotaro threw down his chopsticks and slumped onto the table like a dried-out salted fish.
At the same time, we hope that our good captain, Choi Myung, will continue to lead everyone.
The vice-captain walked into the canteen, looked at the dejected team members, and shook his head: "Why are you all like this? It's not like the captain isn't coming back."
“Vice-captain, you don’t know.” A team member looked up, his eyes filled with sorrow, “With the captain gone, we have no motivation to train. In that last simulation battle, Higashi Kotaro and Kirisaki’s teamwork was a complete mess, they almost blew up the command room.”
"That's because you didn't eat the captain's cooking!" Higashi Kotaro suddenly looked up. "When you're hungry, your brain just won't work!"
"Is that a brain? That's a stomach." Kirisaki rolled his eyes.
"It's all the same anyway!" Kotaro Higashi slammed his fist on the table. "When the captain was around, when had we ever failed a mission? Without him, we can't even find our way around the monsters!" (End of Chapter)