"This might be fate, Natsuki-san." After discovering Natsuki was speaking, Albert pushed his glasses. Smiled.
He hadn't expected to meet Natsuki this quickly.
When he learned a light giant appeared in this world, he knew—this was in the bag.
"Is that so... but... none of it matters anymore." Natsuki's tone carried considerable exhaustion. His whole person had a lifeless feeling.
"Whether you're Albert, or a Chouju, or Ace... doesn't matter anymore."
Current Natsuki—like a true walking corpse.
His entire being turned black and white.
"Natsuki-san... are you alright?" Albert saw his state. Startled. Hurriedly asked.
Shinji also expressed concern. Couldn't imagine why Natsuki-san became like this.
"As long as something lives, one day it will be killed... Chouju... no, Ace has no pain receptors. Even betrayed ten thousand times, the Ultra Guillotine will still precisely fall on my head... Light... what did the Ultra Key taste like again?"
Natsuki already started rambling. Eyes became dull and lifeless. Mouth unconsciously slightly open.
Twenty hours.
In the mental space treated as a Chouju. Ate Ultra Guillotine after Ultra Guillotine. Constantly walked the edge of explosion.
Already... numb.
Whatever. Let it all burn.
These full twenty hours of training let him remaster the Ultra Guillotine. But also successfully broke him.
"Natsuki-san... probably became like this because of training." Shinji retook control of the body. Felt Natsuki's inner emotions. Explained to Albert.
"Training?"
"With this level of power, still needs training?" Albert was somewhat surprised.
He knew with Natsuki's power, could completely dominate this world. But didn't expect Natsuki was still grinding.
"I see... this is the secret of Ultra Warriors' strength. Always holding a heart that wants to grow stronger." He contemplated. As if suddenly enlightened.
Afterward, Albert briefly repeated to Natsuki what he'd told Shinji before.
Namely—this world's humans weren't native inhabitants. Humans and Angels were both created by creators from space.
After recovering a bit, Natsuki's head also cleared considerably.
"Then the situation's a bit complex." The two came to a quiet rest hall. After hearing news about Angels and humans, Natsuki rubbed his chin.
"Will your laws restrict your actions at times like this?" Albert asked. "After all, this is a civil war between two Earth species."
Unlike the previous world, this world's Angels didn't belong to invaders. They even appeared on Earth earlier than humans.
This contradictory relationship was more complex.
Though the Space Garrison was a force organization, they also had to be reasonable when handling matters.
"What restrictions? I've already killed two Angels. Still need to ask?" Natsuki crossed his arms. Didn't fall into confusion over this.
When he first arrived in this world, what he saw was the Third Angel battling humans.
Originally he wanted to observe the battle's reason. Judge whether Angels were truly invaders. But Shinji's actions let him know—this world's humans were still the humans he knew.
Too much hesitation only led to regret. He understood this very clearly. So immediately made a decision.
"Angels without intelligence can't form civilization. So my actions won't be sanctioned." As an old Ultra veteran, Natsuki had long figured out the rules. Wouldn't fall into confusion over such things.
"Even if they ultimately pursue my responsibility, that's after this entire mission ends."
Honestly, Natsuki considered himself relatively reasonable.
If this situation had Seven instead—that scene was unimaginable.
"Truly you." Albert heard this answer. Smiled.
He knew this guy was different from ordinary Ultras. Couldn't view him with stereotypes.
"But the Angel situation is relatively straightforward. Ultimately a different species from humans."
"Then regarding humanity's internal conflicts afterward, what do you plan to do?"
"Those true higher-ups want to achieve human evolution through the Human Instrumentality Project. But undoubtedly, not everyone thinks like them."
"This matter—will you intervene?" Albert continued asking.
After all Angels were eliminated, the higher-ups would launch their real plan.
They treated everything as chess pieces. Even including EVA and the giant.
Albert really wanted to know Natsuki's answer. This was thoroughly humanity's internal conflict.
"Intervene?"
"What do their own matters have to do with me?"
"I came to investigate abnormal space-time fluctuations. If situations interfere with my mission, naturally I'll eliminate the trouble." Natsuki immediately understood what Albert meant.
This guy worried—if some humans were determined to interfere with his actions, would he stagnate?
This world's situation was far more complex than the previous world. If a simple-minded young Ultra came here, probably would be fooled lame by a group of old foxes.
But as an old Ultra veteran, Natsuki clearly had his own unique approach. Wouldn't rigidly stick to principles.
Resolving abnormal space-time fluctuations—the main purpose was still helping these worlds. Both sides stood at different heights. So-called higher-ups, so-called old foxes—let them make trouble. Could they flip the heavens?
"Indeed... something you'd say." After hearing, Albert nodded. Extremely agreed with Natsuki's approach.
"Accept things as they come. What storms haven't I seen?" Natsuki gave him a reassuring look.
Veterans are veterans because of rich experience. You want to compete with my brain? I definitely know how to use my brain better. Just that now my super brain judges I should use super strength.
"I'll have to rely on you to collect information afterward." Natsuki left this sentence. Stood from his chair.
His mission was still resolving Travelers. Related intelligence naturally needed fellow Traveler Albert to collect for efficiency.
Having your own spy in the enemy camp—this feeling was quite thrilling.
"I understand." Albert nodded.
Then Natsuki left.
And Shinji voiced a question at this time: "Natsuki-san, where are we going next?"
"Special training."
"Eh? Natsuki-san, didn't you just finish special training?"
"Not for me. For you."
Special training—absolutely couldn't let only himself enjoy it. Shinji's combat awareness was still too weak.
"Ah?" Shinji froze.
And soon after—
A massive blue regular octahedron slowly approached Tokyo-3.
The Fifth Angel. Ramiel.
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