Chapter 8 - Your Kaiju Are Too Small:-Chapter 8: The Gap in Power

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Natsuki's post-transformation appearance closely resembled the original Ultraman—slight differences in body patterns, nothing more. Most Ultramen from the Land of Light looked quite similar, truth be told.

"ROOOAR!"

Knifehead tumbled into the Gulf of Alaska, transformation's shockwave still rippling. Amid spray and churn, it found footing in shallow water. Six green eyes swiveled, locked on the giant standing ashore.

Instinct screamed: Danger.

But it was a weapon. Weapons didn't retreat.

Snow drifted. Waves rolled. Across the Wall's rubble, they faced each other.

Both knew—one of them wouldn't leave this beach.

Workers in the distance held their breath. What came next would shatter everything they understood.

"THOOM."

Knifehead hesitated. The giant didn't.

First step—forty-two thousand tons pressing into snow-covered ground. Not a crunch. A tremor.

Each footfall left craters.

"ROOOAR!"

Knifehead charged. Arms swept seawater aside; movement like a maddened gorilla. It trampled Wall debris—steel bars flattened to pancakes—and closed the gap.

Massive. Fast. Wind screamed around it.

Visual lag made it look slow. Reality: a thousand meters crossed in heartbeats. Then—pounce.

"Watch out!"

"Dodge!" Raleigh had been retreating with Marshal Stacker, but muscle memory kicked in—every punch he'd taken in a Jaeger cockpit, every broken rib translated through neural link. He stopped. Shouted.

Wind carried his voice across the battlefield.

The giant didn't move.

Raised both arms. Defensive stance. Took the hit.

When the transformation blast had sent Knifehead flying, Natsuki had realized something: This thing's weaker than it looks.

But assumptions got you killed.

Time to test it properly.

"This is going to hurt." Raleigh grimaced. He knew that pain—one hundred percent feedback, flesh and steel indistinguishable. Neural handshake didn't filter agony.

Marshal Stacker watched too. Less concern, more curiosity. Eyes cataloging every detail.

"BANG!"

Contact. Impact swept snow from the ground in a perfect circle.

The giant held. Hands locked on Knifehead's gorilla-arms. Immovable.

Natsuki stared at the kaiju in his grip.

...That's it?

This much mass, this little force?

If his old opponents were tigers, this was a terrier.

"ROOOAR!"

Knifehead pushed. Feet churned water and rubble. Nothing. The giant didn't shift an inch.

Pain lanced through its arms—pressure building, bones creaking.

"ROOOAR! ROOOAR!"

Roars meant to intimidate. Bowl-sized saliva flying.

The giant's response: tighten grip. Raise leg. Eyes bright and cold—executioner's gaze.

You call this an invasion?

End it.

Knifehead smelled death.

"THOOM!"

One kick. Arms severed at the roots. Blue blood geysered from stumps. Knifehead's body launched backward—smashed into Wall ruins, tumbling, dying.

"ROOOAR... roar..."

It had come to slaughter. Now it was the slaughtered.

"This strength... my God..." Raleigh watched the giant casually tear off limbs like pulling weeds. Shock didn't cover it.

No Jaeger alive could match this.

Heaven and earth. Adult versus infant.

"Like a god from mythology." Marshal Stacker's voice carried awe. He'd thought he understood power.

He'd been wrong.

"However—" Stacker's eyes tracked the blue blood pooling around stumps. Frown deepened. "If he finishes it here..."

Kaiju blood. Toxic. Corrosive. Volatilized, it killed everything downwind.

Why humanity used Jaegers instead of missiles in the first place.

"Too much exposure on land—" Raleigh caught the implication. "People die."

He looked at the giant approaching Knifehead again.

Will he listen?

Does he care?

Memory surfaced: Natsuki's easy smile. Casual help. Warmth in the snow.

Decision made.

Gamble.

"Raleigh, where are you—!?" Stacker's shout as Raleigh broke into a sprint.

"Warn him about the blood!" Raleigh called back.

Few more punches, kaiju explodes, blood mist blankets the region. Everyone dies.

"Too dangerous! The battle's not—"

"No time!" Raleigh's legs pumped. Ground torn up from earlier impacts—craters, rubble. Nearly tripped. Kept running.

Stacker watched him go.

Smiled despite himself.

That's why I came for you.

Then looked back at the giant. Gaze shifted—became a prayer.

Whispered: "Keep him safe. Please."

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