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"You're saying you're from the Land of Light, and you're a… uh, space cop?"
Alaska. Near Sitka Naval Base.
A British man bundled in winter gear trudged through wind and snow, staring at the Asian beside him with pure disbelief.
Ahead loomed an unfinished wall—the "Wall of Life." He was construction crew, heading to site when he'd found a man lying stark naked in the snow. That man now walked beside him.
"Technically, I'm Space Garrison—Land of Light. My duty is upholding justice across the universe." The Asian pulled on borrowed clothes without urgency, answering like it was routine.
Early twenties. Sharp features, clean jawline, tall and lean. Thick black hair stirred in the wind. One word: striking.
"So… space cop."
"Wait—you're serious?" Raleigh Becket studied him. Not a hint of humor. Realization dawned: this guy wasn't joking.
Land of Light. Space cops. Pure fiction. What civilization could call itself the universe's police without getting mobbed by every species out there?
Besides, the man looked completely human. How could he be alien?
Raleigh's conclusion: lunatic.
A lunatic with freakish resilience—lying in ice and snow without frostbite.
"Don't believe me? Fine."
"Thanks for the clothes, though. Saves me looking awkward."
"I'm Natsuki. You?"
Natsuki zipped the dark green jacket, flashed a grin, extended his hand. White teeth gleamed. Easy smile, genuinely friendly.
The Brit looked late twenties. Unwashed blond hair, weathered face—someone who'd lived through things he'd rather forget.
Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim protagonist).
"Raleigh." He nodded, shook hands. "Raleigh Becket."
Snowflakes settled on both. Raleigh's curiosity burned—how was this guy showing zero cold response?
The clothes seemed purely for modesty.
After releasing grip: "How are you doing that?"
"Sitka's January doesn't seem to affect you at all."
They stood in Sitka, Alaska. Temperatures had dropped lower than usual. Snow piled on roads; with resources scarce, people froze to death daily.
Natsuki lying naked in snow, completely unscathed? Defied logic.
"This cold is nothing."
"I'm a legitimate Ultra Warrior—passed the Space Garrison trials." Casual answer.
Compared to space's vacuum freeze, this was laughable.
Within the Space Garrison, his strength wasn't top-tier. Forget the Ultra Brothers—he couldn't match their kids, like Taiga. Bluntly: cannon fodder wouldn't be far off.
But still—official member. Bona fide Ultra Warrior.
"Are you sure you didn't get brain freeze…?" Raleigh frowned as Natsuki kept spouting nonsense. He had no idea what an "Ultra Warrior" was.
Still, seeing that earnest look, Raleigh hesitated.
Back when he'd told people he piloted Jaegers, they'd reacted the same—disbelief, mockery.
He knew ridicule's taste. So instead of finishing that thought, he nodded.
Exhaled white breath, altering snowflakes' path. Trace of sympathy: "Maybe somewhere out there, your Land of Light really exists."
He didn't laugh. Played along instead.
"But if you're supposed to be upholding justice in the universe—why end up in this godforsaken place?" From Raleigh's view, Natsuki was walking enigma.
Lying in freezing snow unscathed—that abnormality proved he wasn't ordinary. But even if he really was from the Land of Light, why this dump?
"Why am I here?"
"Yeah, I'd like to know… All I did was slack off a little, phone it in, low mission completion, show up late, skip work here and there…" Natsuki thought back, irritation bubbling. Counted on fingers as he spoke.
"Okay, fine—I've got 'minor issues,' but that's no reason to exile me."
"Exile. You get that?"
"My colleagues and superiors couldn't stand my slacking, so they kicked me into this universe to 'reform' me."
"Ha. Naïve idiots." Disdainful laugh.
Getting him to stop slacking? Absolutely impossible.
Natsuki had been Space Garrison Ultra Warrior. Sure, lackluster work ethic, but no major offenses.
Then his old friend—Ultraman Hikari—invented some black-tech gadget. Claimed it could help ordinary Ultra Warriors unlock potential. Using "helping Natsuki" as excuse, Hikari applied to the captain for device permission.
Supposedly corrected warrior behavior and boosted latent abilities. Captain heard that, thought it perfect match for Natsuki's "condition." Conveniently, minor anomalies had cropped up in distant universe, so with hand wave, captain exiled Natsuki here.
The device? Black bangle on Natsuki's right wrist. Not activated yet.
In short:
Two reasons for being sent. One: investigate cosmic anomalies. Two: under black-tech "correction," become qualified and powerful Ultra Warrior.
After transmission, Natsuki briefly lost consciousness. When he came to—snowy roadside, woken by Raleigh Becket.
Raleigh listened to rambling, never quite grasping meaning. Didn't matter anymore.
One last question—nagging since he'd found Natsuki: "So… why were you naked?"
"Do all you Ultramen just not like wearing clothes?"
Soul-piercing question.
Natsuki froze.
Damn good question.
Thought back on 19,000 years in Land of Light. Come to think of it… never wore clothes.
Past life as human, he had. But that life—so long ago. Twenty-some years of memories washed by nearly twenty millennia. Almost insignificant now.
So yeah—genuinely no habit of wearing clothes.
Seeing silence, Raleigh sucked sharp breath. Pupils trembled. "God… aliens really don't wear clothes."
Natsuki: "…"
"Let's change subject. Like, where can I get hot meal?"
Raleigh: "Fair enough."
Rubbed face, mentally categorizing Natsuki as poor guy with screws loose. Turned, started walking.
"Follow me."
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