"Seth, are you going too?" Max looked at Seth sitting in the floating wheelchair in front of him with an embarrassed expression.
"Don't get me wrong. A study trip is not just a tour. There are still many learning tasks for you to complete after you get there."
"If you fail, it will be counted into the annual total score."
"I can overcome it." Seth said firmly, "Teacher, let me go. I want to be with my classmates."
Seeing the child being so sincere, Max was embarrassed to refuse: "But your current body..."
"With the light energy wheelchair developed by Ultraman Hikari, normal movement is not a problem, and my various physical indicators have stabilized, otherwise the Silver Cross Hospital would not have released me..." Seth explained.
Then, he looked into Teacher Max's eyes, and there was even a little pleading in his expression: "Teacher..."
Max waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't do this worthless thing."
When Seth saw this, he knew it was done, and his face instantly lit up with joy: "Thank you, teacher, you are indeed the best!"
Max's expression became serious and he reminded: "You can go, but you have to promise me that when you get there, you will obey my command for all actions."
Seth looked well-behaved: "Teacher, don't worry, I am the most obedient."
Max's eyes flickered: "Really?"
"Then why did I hear that it was your kid's idea to fly Taylor's exclusive spaceship to the cosmic prison three months ago..."
Seth: "I can explain this..."
"You don't have to explain to me." Max patted Seth on the shoulder: "Now that your body has recovered, I believe it won't be long before the security team comes to question you."
At the end of the sentence, Max said with profound meaning: "Boy, be prepared."
After hearing the news, Seth's eyes narrowed and he nodded slowly.
…
Another half month passed in the blink of an eye.
Zeta's home.
Seth was flying around the room in a wheelchair: "Zeta, are you really not going to go out to play this weekend?"
"No plan." Zeta, who was doing the questions, didn't even raise his head.
"Seth, you didn't know you had been unconscious for so long. I passed the make-up exam and almost repeated the grade..."
"Just because my brain is not as good as others', I work harder than others!"
After saying that, Zeta looked at Seth curiously: "By the way, Seth, how was your make-up test score?"
"It's not that good. I passed the test just like you. It's probably because I've been lying down for so long that my brain has deteriorated." Seth spread his hands pretending to be sad.
Zeta seemed to have suddenly become mature, and educated Seth like a little adult: "Then if you are still playing here and don't go home to make up for classes, you are still missing several months of classes."
Seth chuckled: "It's okay. I have someone to help me study the classes I missed."
"What do you mean?" Zeta was confused.
Seth did not explain in depth, but controlled the wheelchair to fly out the door: "Then you should learn it yourself first, and I will go for a walk outside."
"Dong dong dong~"
The wheelchair had just moved forward half an inch when there was a knock on the door from the next room.
"My father probably persuaded me to come live with him again, and I'll go talk to him." Seth explained while controlling the movement of the wheelchair.
Zeta asked curiously: "Then why don't you live with Instructor Seven? His living environment is better than your room."
"That's what I said, but I moved away, what will you do alone?" Seth looked at Zeta.
If he leaves, Zeta will truly become an orphan.
Hearing Seth's sudden words, Zeta made a sudden move, and then pretended to smile casually: "It's not that far anyway. I miss you so I'll go find you."
Seth looked at the stubborn Zeta with a half-smile: "You said it yourself, then I will really move away."
Zeta lowered his head again and answered: "Move it."
A few seconds later, the door to Zeta's house opened and closed.
Zeta raised his head and glanced at the empty room: "Let's go..."
…
Outside the door, in the corridor.
Seth looked at the Blue warrior in front of him in surprise: "Uncle Hikali?"
"What are you..."
"The Zam sword you entrusted me to repair some time ago." Hikali smiled and shook the metal box in his hand.
"It was repaired so quickly? Can my friend still live?" Seth asked expectantly.
Hikali's eyes darkened and he replied: "Seth, I believe what you said. The soul of your friend who resides in the sword protects you."
"After all, the thoughts of living things can really exert unexpected power."
"But unfortunately, during the repair process, I didn't find any mental fluctuations in Zam's sword."
Speaking of this, Hikali also noticed that the child's eyes were getting darker and darker, and quickly comforted him: "Don't be sad, carry on the thoughts of your friends and keep fighting."
"At least your friend has something left for you."
At the end of the sentence, Hikali recalled the tragedy on Planet Abai, and his expression became sad.
But soon, the top scientist from the Kingdom of Light completed self-regulation.
He gently placed the metal box in his hand on the ground, and while opening the lid, he introduced it to Seth: "Because your friend's mental fluctuations can no longer be found on the sword, I can only try to repair the sword body... By the way, expand Let’s learn about the purpose of the sword.”
Hikari took out the repaired Zam sword, which was still intact, from the box, and became more and more excited as he talked.
"The manufacturing process of this sword is very high, and the materials are also top-notch. Since you didn't mention the specific repair requirements, I just made my own use of it. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind." Seth smiled reluctantly.
My friend's soul is no longer here, so long as Zamu Sword can still maintain its appearance as a sword.
"That's good." Hikali smiled cheerfully and gently wiped his palm on Zam's sword.
next moment!
"Clang clang clang——!"
The blade of Zam's sword separated and folded to both sides, revealing a small dark muzzle.
Seth: ⊙▽⊙
"This is the muzzle I added to the sword for long-range attacks." Hikali looked at the Zamu sword in his hand with satisfaction, with affection in his eyes, as if he was looking at his own child.
"There are two charging modes. One is to replenish natural light energy. When fully charged, it can shoot out thousands of luminous bullets."
"Of course, I also considered the need for powerful attacks when facing some powerful enemies, so I added a power storage function. You can release the energy of the thousand-ray bullet at once!"
"Another charging mode is to use your own light energy to replenish it. I added energy-absorbing components to the handle..."
"By the way, considering the way the sword is held, it is indeed a bit anti-human, so you can change the position of the hilt at will."
"There are dozens of optional modes including normal grip, native ninety-degree grip, slightly curved thirty-degree grip for easy chopping and power exertion..."
Seth next to him: ┌(.Д.)┐
