Ultraman: The Brat No One in the Universe Should Mess With

He is the youngest little brother in the Land of Light.

The youngest son of Father of Ultra, the apple of the Ultra Brothers’ eyes, and the fourteen-year-old with the highest seniority in the entire universe.

He is also the one kid nobody in the Land of Light dares to mess with.

For three thousand years, Zero has never called him “Uncle.”

And Yasi has never called him “Nephew.”

Yasi calls him: “Zero Nii-san.”

Call, and he comes.

This time, Yasi was sent to Earth for training.

On the day he left, Zoffy fastened a cape around his shoulders, then turned away and touched his Color Timer for a long time.

Taro stuffed contraband into his hands, the seal crumpled in his pocket.

Seven stood in the shadow of the hallway for two hours, never taking a single step toward him.

On his third day on Earth, a monster trampled him into the ruins.

As his Color Timer began to fade, stars from the Land of Light fell from his eyes.

At the brink of death, he heard a voice.

It carried the faint breath of someone who had crossed three million light-years, and the fury he’d kept buried for three thousand years:

“Who gave you permission, ”

“To lay a hand on my little brother?”

For the first time, the kid nobody in the Land of Light dared to mess with learned how to call for backup.

And his nephew, who hadn’t called him “Uncle” in three thousand years, crossed three million light-years for the first time to honor a promise made three thousand years ago.

Call, and he comes, no matter how far.