pertwk Chapter 62 Do you know what a young girl's modesty is?
Chapter 62 Do you know what a young girl's modesty is?
The central hall of the entire Earth Star Guard Headquarters was now deathly silent.
Sunlight streamed through the domed glass, but it did nothing to dispel the chill that made one feel as if they were in an ice cave, or... that extremely discordant, scorching heat that seemed like a volcano about to erupt.
These two completely opposite temperatures were perfectly intertwined on the small wooden box that Camilla had forcibly stuffed into Tiga's arms.
Tiga lowered his head, his eyes, which were usually filled with compassion and gentle smiles, now reflecting the blinding red light, like magma, leaking from the cracks in the wooden box.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
The surface of the wooden box was woven from heat-resistant vines unique to the ancient times, but even so, the edges of the vines had begun to turn a charred black. An extremely strong white smoke, mixed with the aroma of some ancient behemoth meat and the burnt smell of high-voltage ionizing radiation, was escaping from the gaps in the extremely twisted, even somewhat deformed, heart-shaped bow.
On one side of the hall, Darram's large, bulbous eyes were wide open. He swallowed hard, his muscles tense with extreme anxiety. He lowered his voice, almost whispering in Hitler's ear:
"Hitler...you have good eyesight, take a closer look. That thing the boss gave Tiga...is it filled with a high-energy plasma bomb compressed to the extreme? I feel like the energy reading on this thing is even more terrifying than that ancient dragon we killed in R'lyeh last time?"
Hitler was also covered in cold sweat. His pride and joy, his extraordinary speed, seemed to have been frozen in place. His legs were rooted to the spot, and his lips trembled as he answered:
"Shut up, Darram! Can't you smell that? It's the smell of roasted meat! Except... the kind of roasted meat that's been instantly charred by light at over 10,000 degrees Celsius! Has Big Sister gone mad? Is she trying to evaporate Tiga's digestive system this way as revenge for him signing autographs for another woman this morning?"
Soruka and Daya, who were standing not far away, had already silently moved back, and were even prepared to set up the "Ultra Barrier" at any time in case the box went into nuclear explosion.
Meanwhile, Tiga, who had been sitting on the bench watching the show, was now covering half his face without any attempt to hide it, his shoulders shaking wildly. If it weren't for the incredibly tense atmosphere, this aloof and arrogant evil Tiga himself would probably have already burst into maniacal laughter.
"This woman...did she throw an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex into a volcano and then use a beam of light to pressurize and explode it a second time? If someone ate something like that, even the stomach of a Giant of Light would be instantly carbonized..." Daga thought to himself with schadenfreude, while holding down Gedi, who was drooling over the box at his feet, for fear that the stupid dog would rush up and die.
At this moment, Tiga, who was in the very center of the storm, finally made a move.
His almost perfect, ancient, straight-male logic began to operate at lightning speed at this moment. He looked at the "food" in his arms, whose danger level was comparable to the core of a dark monster, and then at Camilla standing in front of him, exuding a cold killing intent, but whose ears were so red they were almost bleeding.
"Camilla..." Tiga's voice was as gentle as ever. He even thoughtfully used light energy to protect his palms from the high temperature on the box surface.
He looked up, his eyes filled with "deep concern" for his colleagues and partner, and his thin lips parted slightly: "The heat radiation emanating from this box exceeds the safety threshold set by the garrison headquarters. Moreover, if this is meat, judging from the degree of carbonization on its surface, it has completely lost its nutritional value and contains extremely high levels of harmful substances. Did you not control the output power of the light properly when you were eliminating the monster? This kind of thing, if not properly disposed of..."
"Shut up! Ultraman Tiga, you hopeless blockhead!"
Just as Tiga was about to utter the words "This does not comply with the ancient food safety management regulations," a burst of Ultra psychic power, filled with exasperation and disappointment, exploded like a thunderclap deep within Tiga's mind!
Tiga shuddered, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.
Behind a massive white marble pillar less than twenty meters away from them, Caul pressed himself tightly against it, cold sweat streaming down his face. He formed hand seals, pushing the Reonics's mental link ability to its limit, forcibly establishing a one-way mental communication channel, bypassing Camilla's perception.
"Mr. Kaul?" Tiga responded in his mind, somewhat puzzled. "Why did you interrupt me? Camilla's emotions are very unstable right now, and this thing she gave me does indeed pose a significant security risk..."
"Safety hazard my foot!!"
Kaul was practically going crazy in the mental link. He roared at Tiga's near-perfect head in his mind: "Don't you know what tsundere is?! Don't you know what a young girl's reserve and exclusive favor are?! Do you think she didn't know this piece of meat was roasted like a lump of coal? Of course she knew! But that was the first time in her life that she had lowered her pride, swallowed her shame, and even endured immense embarrassment to personally make you a bento!"
Ultraman Tiga was stunned.
Over the long years, he has cut through countless monsters with his light and blocked countless beams of destruction with his shield, but the phrase "love bento" is even more difficult for this warrior of light, who considers it his duty to protect all living beings, to decipher than Gatanothor's dark spell.
"A bento box...? But what about its physical state..."
"I don't care if its physical state is solid, liquid, or plasma! I'm only telling you one thing now, Tiga!" Kaul's telekinesis erupted with unprecedented seriousness and urgency. "If you dare refuse this bento box in this hall today, in front of Darram and Hitler, or utter a single word of nonsense about 'food safety,' I guarantee you, the destruction of the ancient civilization won't wait for the darkness to rise again. Camilla will raze the Garrison Headquarters to the ground today, and then drag you down with her! Believe me, a woman's breakdown often begins with this kind of self-righteous 'rationality'!"
Tiga fell silent. Although he still couldn't fully grasp the profound "psychology of love" contained in Kaul's words, his keen intuition told him that Kaul wasn't joking. Because he had already seen that Camilla's hand, hanging by her side, was tightly gripping the handle of the light whip, and the icy blue energy was flashing wildly due to extreme shame and anger and impending despair.
"Then... what should I do?" Tiga humbly asked in his mind.
"Listen carefully, next, I'll say a sentence, and you do it! You can't change a single word! You have to perfectly replicate even the emotions in the punctuation!" Kaur took a deep breath, like a top director manipulating a movie star behind the scenes.