“Old!?” Spina’s eyes twitched. Before he managed to make a quick and witty response, but Bernkastel had quickly dispose of Ultraman, interrupting his attention for a bit. Calming down, he agree with Cuki, walking back to the apartment. “Yeah… if you want more information, you can speak to us in the apartment where we don’t have a damn audience looking in on us. If you want to fight…” Spina stopped for a second, tightening his fist, turning his head slightly towards Panich and Gogeta. His aura flare into life briefly, showcasing his enormous energy around the old Saiyan. “I ought you take Cuki’s warning and take witnessed of what you saw here and ought to rethink that idea.” He kept walking. He stopped for a second, looking at Slayers. "If you want to come in, you're welcome too, but the moment you start a fight, we're kicking you guys out. Got it?" Spina headed inside and went towards the main area with a lot of chairs for everyone to take their seat.
The onlookers were disappointed that the fight ended and began to return to their daily routine. However, one figure, his blonde hair move as the wind blow in his direction made a gentle smile from cheek to cheek. “Ah, they’re more than capable than I imagine…”
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Somewhere in Reality Metropolis
Ultraman burrowed against the ground when Bernkastel dragged him, flying straight into the portal with little to no resistance from his part. It happened in a split second—one second, he was giving his piece of mind toward to the Breakers, then suddenly, he’d appeared in another part of the city—away from them.
He landed on the pile of trash nearby a restaurant, with someone currently sweeping the floor around the building.
“Oh? Ultraman, you’re just in time for your morning cup of coffee.” The tall woman spoke. She had black hair, brown eyes and had fair skin. “Who dealt you in this time?”
Ultraman struggle to stand, wiping the dirt from his bruised face. “The Witch…”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh! You angered the strongest one! She’s the type I hate the most. You must’ve done something to tick her off.” She let out a small chuckle as she continued to sweep. “Anyways, head inside so Papa can make you that coffee.” She said but noticed a moment of brief and utter silence. She turned around, seeing Ultraman looking at the ground with a serious expression on his face. “Hey… don’t tell me that hurt your feelings. You still have a chance to take over this run-down city, just gotta train more, you know?”
“That’s not it…” Ultraman responded. “I was the top of my class in my world. I was the top of the iceberg—there was no man nor woman that even thought of looking me in the eyes without a hint of fear. Even Clark Kent would take me seriously whenever I challenged him in a duel of battle. Yet, these Breakers. Their eyes looked down on me.” His fist shook with frustration, anger and… “I saw that look in their eyes. The light in their eyes told me that they were practically done. And their power behind them felt a damn monster.” … Fear. “Never once in my life I ever felt like I was a disappointment to any opponent until I met them. They treated me like a fly… an annoyance for three years. They didn’t even have the courtesy to fight me but sent their lackies against me.” He fell on his knees and slammed his fists against the ground, creating cracks underneath. “I WON’T LOSE! I’LL MAKE THEM TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!”
The woman lowered her brows as Ultraman shouted. Walking towards him, she placed his hands on his shoulders. Ultraman looked at her, both of them locked eyes for a few seconds.
“You’re going to have to pay for the damage you just did.”
“Eh!? I’m pouring my heart out here!” Ultraman shouted.
“Yeah, you can do that without destroying the damn ground. Now get your ass in there and make sure you pa for the damage. I have a lot to do.” The woman picked him up and shove him into the restaurant. She let out a sigh before making a grim expression. “Breakers, huh…”
