Rizanto Episode 6 Loving The City Life

Disclaimer: There is none, you knew what you were in for when you saw who was writing this.

## Party Time Everyone!!!!!!!

Ah yes, it was another long day at work for LEGACY. The days in which they would "work" hard to defend the people of Hakaikano City were clearly worthy of recognition. The team had just completed another assignment, that being the arduous and restless case of the hysterical dancers. For some reason, a large group of people just started breaking out dance moves in the middle of the city. It was rather odd, but hey, why question it when LEGACY would arrive to set things straight?

In the base, they were all relaxing like usual. Kiriko was reading another one of her magazines, Boutaro was daydreaming about being a hero, Mendou was eating as many sandwiches as he could, trying to go for a new record, and Ichigo was....using the READ machine to watch a universe where engines, rolling stock, and even cars possessed faces on a magical island...? Anyways, that just left Captain Soreo, who was sipping a cup of coffee.

("Ah....what a wonderful day it is....") he thought. ("It's a shame it's only 3:00....we still have a longer day ahead....")

All of a sudden, a familiar man popped up on the screen of the monitor, causing everyone to immediately straighten up and stand at attention. Soreo bowed and looked at the man, who was none other than Mr. Kabuki.

"Hello, Soreo" he started. "I'm assuming you all were on standby when I came in?"

Everyone nodded.

"Yes sir!" replied Soreo. "Team LEGACY is always ready for action, no matter what!"

Kabuki chuckled and nodded.

"Yes...yes, your performance has been quite good for a bit now. You have responded well to many a threat and have even collected astounding information on Ultraman Rizanto, as well as other Ultras."

Soreo blushed and looked away like a meek school girl in an anime.

"Oh Mr. Kabuki, you charmer....."

"No, no, I mean it. You have done really wonderfully and so, the board and I have decided to give you the rest of the day off. as well as tomorrow."

Soreo looked at Kabuki as his eyes widened.

"Y-You'd do that sir....?!"

Mendou, Kiriko and Boutaro all turned around and started to celebrate, but quickly returned to their normal positions when Soreo turned around briefly to see what was going on.

Mr. Kabuki nodded.

"Yes, you earned it."

Mr. Kabuki looked around for a bit before leaning in towards his camera.

"Also....it's a thanks for you not mentioning....you know...."

Soreo awkwardly smiled.

"Yes, sir. We do in fact remember that. We- For our sake...and yours, will never mention that to anyone."

"Good."

Mr. Kabuki sighed.

"Well, that'll be all then."

Mr. Kabuki tapped a few buttons but, the camera still remained on. He sat there in silence as everyone looked on, hoping that another moment like that one wouldn't happen again.

"Ummm, Mr. Kabuki!" said Soreo.

"Oh! I apologize, I really am not up to speed with these new fangled technologies...."

After pressing another button, Mr. Kabuki hung up the call. Everyone sighed in relief.

Soreo turned around to his subordinates and smiled.

"Well team....we've just earned ourselves a wonderful opportunity!!!"

Everyone started to cheer. Boutaro jumped on the table, causing Kiriko to wince a little bit. She had not forgotten about....the simping incident.

"Let's gooo!!!!!!" shouted Boutaro. "I say, we go out and have some fun!"

Mendou jumped on the table with him and roped him in with his massive arm.

"I agree! We've been defending this city!!!! So, let's really cut loose!!!"

Kiriko yawned.

"Heh, I wouldn't mind going out, it'd be fun to."

Ichigo smiled.

"I could get into another argument online but, eh, it'd be more fun to unwind with you all..."

Soreo raised his hand in the air as his subordinates eagerly watched on.

"Yes!!!! Operation Party Party Don't Stop Partying Until The Sun Rises is a go!!!!!"

"Yes sir!!!!!" they all proudly shouted.

And it was with that, they started to go wild. The ordered a ton of pizza and started to celebrate. Ichigo turned on the READ machine and they witnessed all sorts of amazing moments on the big screen as they drank and ate. There were battles of epic proportions between mother and son, an uphill battle against a Garoga bioweapon, and a guardian beast absolute demolishing a narwhal-like kaiju. On screen there were also many funny moments, such as the world where Ultraman Victory before bonding with Shou slipped on a banana peel and broke an ancient pyramid. Ok....it wasn't that funny, the Pharaoh was killed in the ensuing chaos. The team didn't laugh, I guess it was just me......Oh well. They also did a little bit of karaoke; however, they then went to go out, driving in a STAR-Rusher into the city to continue partying....as their base probably couldn't handle the amount of partying they were doing.

However, when they left....the ground started to rumble. It was almost like something had detected how hard they were partying.

## Death of The Vibe(+The Yakuza)

A few hours later and it was already the dead of night. The team were now in a bar and- Well, Mendou was singing a song with a bunch of random patrons. Though said patrons seemed rather familiar, if you've seen a certain show. Anyways, Soreo was telling the various war stories of GUYS' exploits to anyone who would listen. The dastardly case of the Alien Steal robbing a bunch of panda plushies from a zoo, his superior being fired due to allegations of having an affair with an Alien Barbarue, and the time he bravely battled against a Gavadon(This was during his third day but, instead of it being Gavadon B it was Gavadon A....and he was deathly terrified of the thing even though he didn't even have others to combat it nor was he on the front lines).

Ichigo was right next to Soreo, elbowing him whenever he was about to say something classified. However, it seemed like a certain two were not enjoying themselves as much. Despite the lively nature of the bar, Kiriko and Boutaro were back to old antics as usual. They were sat at a booth near the end of the room on opposite sides of each other.

Boutaro pointed at her.

"You....Youuuu are stuped....." he said, slurring his words.

Kiriko raised a glass with one hand while putting her other one on her chest, gasping as though she were accused of grand larceny.

"I can't believe you'd say that! R-Respect....your \*hicc\*....respect your elders..."

Boutaro was about to respond, but threw up on the floor, causing the music to stop and everyone to look at the scene playing out before them. He wiped his mouth and glared at Kiriko.

"I'd respect Yo, if you acted like it....gooftall."

Kiriko burped and threw her glass onto the floor, smashing it.

"Say that to my face punk, I dare you, I triple dog dare you to say that to my face...."

They started to stand up and get in each other's faces. As they did so, Ichigo turned to Soreo.

"Cap", he asked with concern. "Do you think that we should step in?"

Soreo down another drink and laughed heartily.

"Ho, they're just playing around like that always do. We need not step in dear Ichimonji...."

"It's Ichigo...."

"Yes Mr. Kurosaki....we'll fight the Hollows another day...."

Ichigo sighed.

"Sir, you may be drunk, but I know you're not too smashed enough to realize that LEGACY could look bad in the public eye!"

Soreo laughed.

"W-Why would we care?"

"Less funding...."

"Oh. Oh yeah that is a bad thing....."

"So, do I step in, or should Mendou?"

"Hmmmmm..."

Ichigo groaned, irritated at Soreo's current inebriation.

Concurrently, Boutaro and Kiriko were still having a stare down, albeit through a different lens. They were now much buffer and taller for some reason and now their LEGACY uniforms were more elaborate. Kiriko pointed her masculine finger at Boutaro.

"You're next, Boutaro...."

Boutaro clenched his fist and started to slowly approach her.

"Hag....."

"Oh, you're really going to come at me? Instead of running away, you've finally decided to come, and will now battle me in this bar?!"

"I can't wallop a fiend like you without coming closer...." he replied through gritted teeth.

Kiriko laughed again.

"Then by all means, come as close as you like....But, I warn you, my stand, Icarus Youth will overpower you eventually."

"My Orion Sol will beat you down any day of the week.....Your stand ability is based on a detective from another universe you're attracted to, mine is based on an old man, we are NOT THE SAME!!!!!"

"Very well!!!!" cackled Kiriko. "Let's finish this once and for all!!!!"

"I couldn't agree more...." he replied as they charged towards each other. "ORION SOL!!!!"

"ICARUS YOUTH!!!!!"

To them it was an epic battle, to the rest of the people watching, it was two drunk morons flailing their arms about like they were the boards on a windmill. But, this still was the most interesting thing to most of the patrons, so they naturally crowded around it. Soreo took advantage of this and got Ichigo and Mendou to come with him. They huddled together like they were about to plan out and execute a football play.

"Alright gentlemen! I've called you here for a very special plan...!" whispered Soreo.

"What is it?" asked Mendou curiously.

"Boutaro and Kiriko are fighting again like usual, and we won't be able to fully capitalize on all of the fun at this rate...!"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"This seems like it's not a good idea to just leave them here."

Soreo sighed.

"I don't like this any better than you do....but, we've been working hard. We can spend our free time however we want...! And....plus, if we leave them here, they may learn to get along."

Mendou agreed.

"I've broke up a lot of their fights, they should get over things soon...."

Soreo smiled.

"So, we're in agreement."

Ichigo shrugged.

"Welp, they're capable of taking care of themselves."

Soreo pumped his fist in the air before lowering his hand in the middle. The other two LEGACY members place their hands on his, and together, they slowly raised them up.

"Operation Leave For An Extended Period Of Time Because We Need To Have Fun Once In A While And My Lungs Are Feeling Tired From Doing These Very Long Names, Go!!!!"

Soreo's yelling caused the crowd and the heavily intoxicated Kiriko and Boutaro stop their.....whatever you could call their fight, to look at them. Boutaro blinked his eyes one at a time and burped. He raised his finger and tilted his head.

"W-What did you say, Cappin?" he asked hazily.

"Uhhh.....ummmmm...."

Soreo pointed at him.

"OH MY GOODNESS, JYAMATO!!!!!"

Everyone sharply turned around to see where the kaijin were, and one of the bandmates put on a belt in preparation for a coming battle. This gave the trio plenty of time to sneakily tip toe away from the bar's premises. While they were occupied with the possible appearance of kaijin, Soreo, Mendou, and Ichigo ran over to the STAR-Rusher they parked and hopped in. Soreo was driving, Mendou rode shotgun, and Ichigo was in a backseat. Soreo put in the keys and was about to drive when Ichigo tapped on his shoulder, causing the captain to turn around.

"What?"

"Sir, are you....sober enough to drive?" asked the scientist with concern.

Soreo scoffed and started to laugh.

"Oh p-please....I drank an entire bottle of Gomora pee when I did the game show 'Man v Wild Feat. Kaiju!'"

Ichigo recoiled back in disgust.

"What does that have to do with this?!?!?!?!"

Soreo shrugged.

"Point is, I'm alive now......and I can drive...."

He twisted the key and backed up. They then drove out of the parking lot, with Mendou pumping his fists in the air and chanting indecipherable nonsense while Ichigo had Soreo turn on the radio. As they played an intense song to pass the time, they drove at top speed down the streets of Hakaikano City without a care in the world. They passed various buildings, places, and even apartments creating such loud noises. Without courtesy or kindness, the vehicle swung back and forth, even knocking over posters for the up and coming Gamma v Ultra movie. Their constant tomfoolery was starting to awaken something however.

It was almost like they were encroaching on territory that was not theirs. Well, it wasn't. Lurking in the alleyway, observing them driving, were four men. One was big, around Mendou's size, maybe even bigger in a white shirt and jeans. He had two dragon tattoos that completely covered both of his arms. He had a cigarette in his mouth as well. The one next to him was a blue haired lad, wearing a white shirt, jeans, and always had a microphone by his side. The man next to him, was a skinnier guy with an orange pompadour. He seemed to always be swinging around a switch blade. And finally, there was a large man behind them. He had tattoos basically everywhere, had the same white shirt and jeans, but was buff. He was absolutely built. He could've beaten Broly, Jiren, and Goku in an arm wrestling match all at once if he could.

He could beat One Punch Man in one strike if he wanted to. Makes you wonder if he could beat a certain someone who could finish things in one kick? Anyways, he stepped forward and looked at the LEGACY members' uniforms as they did donuts around the same street over and over again. The man, the seeming boss of this quartet, grumbled and picked up a rock.

"BIG BOSS ROCK!!!!" he shouted.

He flung the rock at the tire, causing the STAR-Rusher to spin around and careen into a nearby building, that was luckily empty at the time. When the smoke cleared, the quarter walked up to the damaged vehicle. They menacingly towered over the men inside. Mendou was very confused, Soreo had the biggest smile on his face, and Ichigo was holding his head in pain.

The 'boss' stepped forward while his underlings remained in the back. The way the trio formed behind him, you'd think they'd resemble a trio of chipmunks, at least when it came to the size of the brute who was in charge of them. He slammed his hand on the hood of the car and glared at Soreo.

"Oooh, hey man.....nice tattoos, batt you look like a guy I know....."

He simply grunted silently, prompting the guy with an orange pompadour to walk up, getting every chance he could to show them his switchblade. Yes, he was also trying to make me know I could see it, even though I'm literally the one describing it.

"Well, well, look who's pullin up on our street....?" he announced. He dug his knife into the car door and started to slowly walk around, causing an odd screeching noise. "What are yall doin on our turf, eh?!"

Soreo started to snicker and turned to Ichigo, who wasn't finding this all too funny.

"Hey, Ichigo, look, he looks like the funnyman from the video game kids play nowadays...."

Ichigo leaned in towards Soreo.

"These are gang members....! Cap, this could get ugly real quick...."

Soreo chuckled.

"Don't worry, I know how to handle these youngsters...."

Soreo got out of his seat and looked the man with orange hair, holding the knife dead in the eye.

"Your turf?" he replied cockily. "I don't see your name on it."

The man walked up to him.

"I'll change that by carving it on your chest...."

Ichigo shook his head.

"Captain! You can't take on all of these guys, not in the state you're in!"

However, it seemed like his pleas fell on deaf ears. He quickly turned to Mendou and saw him....fast asleep. He tried shaking his teammate in a desperate panic.

"Come on Mendou....! Now is not the time to be pulling a Kiriko!"

Soreo stared down his opponent and smiled. The big 'boss' didn't even emote or react he simply looked at the stand-off. It was actually the man with dragon tattoos who decided to walk by the man with the orange pompadour's side, cracking his knuckles.

"Well Takumichi, this guy seems to be asking for it." he observed. "No use in denying him his death wish."

He sighed in response.

"I know, man. But, this geezer should really know who he's talkin to."

Soreo pointed at the newcomer.

"Before aya take you down, what be your name big dude?"

In response he started to flex his muscles in various points, as though he were some kind of bodybuilder. He struck various flamboyant poses as he introduced himself.

"I go by many names!!! However, one that rings true the most, is YAMI RYUGA!!!! MY PARENTS GAVE ME A KIRA-KIRA NAME, AND I NOW WEAR IT ON MY BACK WITH PRIDE, AS THE DRAGON KNIGHT OF HAKAIKANO CITY!!!! And....I represent this wonderful group, the Wailing Rounders...."

Soreo started to giggle, prompting Takumichi to point his knife at him in anger.

"What's so funny?!"

"I can beat you, in 10 seconds flat."

"I've had enough of this fossil, come on Ryuga let's get him already!"

Ichigo could only facepalm as he saw what was about to unfold.

"Why....Why are you trying to act like the main character now....?"

Takamichi rushed in and tried to stab Soreo with his switchblade; however, the Captain of LEGACY countered by deflecting it and striking his attacker in the chest, sending him to the ground, coughing. Ryuga took this opportunity and tried to hit him with a backhand swing; Soreo dodged and side kicked him. The gang member was a bit winded but didn't care and grabbed this senior by the shoulders. He lifted him up and flung him a foot or two away. Soreo rolled on the ground as Ryuga charged at him, constantly trying to punch him. He kept on missing though, each time hurting his knuckles when he ended up hitting concrete instead. The attack team member sprung up and spin kicked Ryuga in the face.

Spit flew out of his mouth as he fell to the ground. Soreo landed on his feet, wobbling back and forth. Ichigo stroked his chin, amused.

"Huh, I guess he can be pretty competent in fights after all, ey Mendou?"

He looked back at Mendou, who was snoring as loud as ever.

"Oh....right."

He sighed.

"Man, I wish I had more people to talk to."

He lamented on this fact despite knowing he was too much of a social reject to have anyone to talk to.

"Hey! I'm warning you, last episode was the final straw! Don't make me-"

The blue haired guy with a mic in his hand looked at him funny.

"Who are you talking to?"

"I'm talking to the-"

Ichigo stopped and realized how crazy he'd sound. He held his head down in defeat.

"I'm talking to no one...."

Back at the fight, Ryuga rolled around in pain as Soreo walked past him. He looked at the 'boss' and smirked.

"Well, w-wanna t-take me higher to da NEXT level of fight- next?"

The blue haired guy tilted his head. He looked back at Ichigo.

"Did he drink too much to drink....or does he have brain damage?"

Ichigo shrugged.

"I can't tell anymore."

However, before Soreo could step up to the big boss, the dude with the blue hair and the microphone walked up and directly stood in the way. He pointed his free hand at Soreo.

"I suggest you stay away from the big-man." he warned.

Soreo laughed obnoxiously. His intoxication was reaching his peak, the adrenaline coursing through his veins doing the square dance with his blood cells. His brain was on a form of autopilot only most NPCs could dream of. He could reply with words yes, but it was all the more amusing and fun to do random martial arts kicks in the air. Ichigo slammed his head into the chair he was sitting on. They were going to die, weren't they?

With one massive kick, Soreo tripped and fell on his back, hitting his head, and knocking himself out. The blue haired guy sighed, sort of relieved.

"I'm glad I didn't need to use my super special power up...."

## Whiskey + The Yakuza = Understanding??

The aftermath of the false panic was a rather underwhelming one. The people were either too drunk or too hyped up to care and soon engaged in a massive street brawl outside, having to be arrested by a majority of the police force after they rallied together into some sort of makeshift revolution, donning underwear on their heads and speaking jibberish. The two intoxicated LEGACY members lay inside the dark and empty bar, due to the fact the police were exhausted that night and assumed that the two were doing them a favor.

Boutaro was laid out on one of the tables whilst Kiriko was loudly snoring as she leaned against one of the booths. However, one of them got tired of the loud noises the other was making, and decided to do something about it.

("....Man, I know Bears don't even make this much noise when they sleep.") thought Boutaro as he approached his teammate.

"HOOOOOOONK.....MI MI MI MI MI."

"Seriously....what do you do all day to get this sleepy?"

"Yes.....Daedalus-"

"Alright, waking you up now!" he shouted as he kicked her foot, causing her to splutter and awake suddenly.

She clenched her fists and slowly turned around, almost like she knew who it was right off the get go.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she shouted as she sprang up and started to shake Boutaro by the shoulders.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW GOOD MY DREAM WAS?!!!!" she angrily shrilled. "I WAS WITH HIM! HE WAS TALKING TO ME AND WE WERE-"

"What?" replied the young man swiftly. "Was he there to solve the case of where your dignity was..?!"

"Haha, very funny, you must have made that one yourself."

"More work than you've ever done here!"

Kiriko let go of Boutaro and slumped back into the booth, rolling her eyes.

"Why'd I have to wake up to you of all people....?"

Boutaro yawned and sat back down on the opposite side of her.

"I could be asking the same thing- But, someone was snoring too loud for me to stay asleep...."

"With those elephant ears of yours you could pick up the sound of your dad getting that milk carton."

Boutaro slammed the table.

"My dad did in fact return! The cow god in my village really had it out for us that year, okay?!"

"Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that...." she sneered.

"Seriously, what's your problem with me?!"

Kiriko threw up her arms as though she had given up.

"Hm, I wonder why? It's not like since day one you've been.....just acting like a little kid you brat!"

"Quit calling me that! You're only 7 months older than me!"

"Physically- Mentally.....I think the gap is a bit wider...."

"Not as wide as the gap between your hairline and forehead...."

Kiriko pointed at him.

"See, childish remarks like that are why I can't take you seriously...!" she laughed. "If it were say, Mendou....or Ichigo, or the Captain, they'd have a more weathered and tempered response than some kind of insult."

Boutaro raised an eyebrow.

"Rich coming from you of all people.....I don't know why you seem to think I act like a kid when I try to put in work-"

"You're too green! People like you simply aren't cut out for a job like this....You belong in human resources, an animal shelter, volunteering at the zoo."

"I do have experience with animals actually, because I'm around you all the time I know how to handle a bi-"

Kiriko slammed her hands on the table and got in Boutaro's face.

"Finish. That. Sentence."

"I don't need too, it already seemed to do the trick" he snickered.

Boutaro leaned back.

"I like joking around and messing with you to knock you off your high horse. I wanna protect people, make them happy.....that's what team LEGACY does. Sure, we may not be the most.....efficient, but we're certainly not supposed to be lazy, vain, and in the case of all that Daedalus stuff, lust driven!"

"I like knocking you down a peg because you need to get knocked off your high horse!" countered Kiriko. "This isn't some kind of Tokusatsu! You can't just rush around with all of this silly hero stuff when your life could be in danger! What are you?! Some kinda Kamen Rider?!"

"Welllll.....I was at some point."

"More like a mecha...."

After that, there was silence. This wasn't the kind of awkward silence where you've run out of things to say and just end the discussion with 'huh' or nod your head because you have no meaningful response. This was a much more reflective and cooling respite from their heated discussion. By randomly airing all that stuff out about each other, they had ironically run out of stuff to say about each other. It became a game. A game of who could start some type of conversation again. But, they both failed. They utterly failed and it remained silent.

Suddenly, they got a beep on the communicators each. Without saying a word, they both instantly checked. Half out of concern, the other half to have something to do and to organically start a discussion again without any of that awkward middle ground. The two gasped as they saw what was on video, it was some dude with an orange hair pompadour.

"Hey...." he sneered.

"Who are you?!" asked Kiriko.

"Yeah!" added Boutaro. "And why do you have such a terrible haircut?!"

"Sh-Shut up!"

"I'm serious.....I'd fight my barber if he gave me hair like that...."

"I MEAN IT!!!!" announced the man brazenly. He cleared his throat and then continued, letting the video focus on something else.

They were in a warehouse and it showed Soreo, Ichigo, and Mendou tied up to a pole, Ichigo being the only conscious one. Standing near them was a big dude with dragon tattoos and a smaller guy with blue hair and a microphone. However, their seemed to be a much bigger person who lurked within the shadows.

"Cap!!!" shouted Kiriko and Boutaro in unison.

"Yes....Your team has fallen in the hands of the Wailing Rounders!!!!"

"Who....?" the two LEGACY members asked.

The man blinked.

"You haven't heard of us...?"

Kiriko turned to Boutaro.

"Have you?"

"Nope."

Kiriko looked back at her communicator.

"Not at all."

"W-Well" continued the gang member. "We're an upcoming group of Yakuza that've been running these streets since the 80s! We're big and powerful, we have connections....and uh, monsters!!"

The two LEGACY members gasped at this revelation.

"If you don't meet up with us and give us-"

He looked back.

"Hey! Ryuga, how much money should ask for?" he asked the man with dragon tattoos. The ensuing conversation occurred while Boutaro and Kiriko could only silently spectate.

"Heck if I know, Takumichi! Ask the boss!"

"He's a man of few words.....plus I don't think he can drop a number above a certain point."

"Well ask for like 5 Trillion Yen...!"

"They can't be worth that much!"

"Idols are worth trillions of Yen!"

"They're attractive!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes at this and shouted "Can you just get on with this ransom thing?!"

The man with the microphone nodded in agreement with his captor, saying "We won't even make anything if we go on like this.....settle for like Twenty Million or something."

Takumichi turned around and turned the camera to focus on Ichigo.

"Yeah! Twenty Million Yen by tomorrow or we'll feed em to a monster or something!"

At the sight of their comrade, the two resolved to try and save him.

"Don't worry!" announced Boutaro. "We'll find a way to get you outta there!"

"Please just hurry....." replied Ichigo. "This place reeks of alcohol and these two sleepy heads aren't helping the situation at all."

With that, the transmission cut and the two LEGACY remaining members had a task to handle. The two turned to each other and what should've been a productive discussion turned into a bit of a staring contest. Who would say the first words? Who would utter the first sentence? It was somewhat frustrating to even begin to find the words to describe how this exchange could've gone ultimately for the better were it not for their frivolous personal pride.

Kiriko sighed.

"Alright, what you got?"

"Don't look at me...." muttered Boutaro. "They didn't even drop a location."

"They seem like amateurs, don't they?"

"Yeah" nodded Boutaro. "They do....They have trouble working together."

"Just like what we do."

"We've worked together before...this isn't any different from the Birdon incident."

Kiriko sneered.

"Oh right, how is your 'fair maiden' BL-Taro, she doing well?"

Boutaro gritted his teeth.

"Why call me BL-Taro if you're gonna bring up her....?"

Kiriko wiped a tear from her eye.

"I'm-I'm sorry I just had to...."

"Alright" said Boutaro, assuming a pose similar to a business man ready to offer the most foul, disgusting, yet brilliant plan of all time. "Hear me out: you put on a maid outfit."

"Excuse me?!"

"Hey....I didn't finish yet."

"You shouldn't have started...."

"All I'm saying is you could distract them- Pft....With.....pfft....Your....F-F-......Fem....pfffft!"

Boutaro started to burst out laughing, leaving Kiriko red in the face.

"We're clearly not getting anywhere!"

"Y-Yeah..." said Boutaro, recomposing himself. "We really aren't."

"You're annoying me."

"Same here- But, why don't we have some type of alliance I guess...."

Kiriko raised an eyebrow.

"Go on."

"Everyone's in danger and despite being a team.....we're more of a family, like you said."

He looked down.

"Family doesn't exactly get along all the time and you know what, me and you probably won't ever."

"Yeah....you're gross..."

"You're grosser..."

"I'm not a teacher-"

"As if someone would let you corrupt a kid with your laziness...!"

The two laughed. They really didn't like each other at all, did they?

"Well" continued Boutaro. "I was kinda sorta thinking, we could have some kinda alliance in place."

"What do you mean?"

"You help me and I help you when everyone else is in trouble- We can worry about details later but, I have an idea on how we can find and save everyone...."

"Sure."

The two shook hands.

"So" questioned Kiriko. "What is this plan of yours?"

"It's nighttime meaning it's a certain janitor's shift...."

"You don't mean...?"

Boutaro smiled.

"Yeah, him."

Kiriko smiled back.

"You're smarter than I give you credit for."

The two stood up and were ready to leave, but they both felt empty, as though something had been wrong, completely incorrect and hollow.

"Wait...." realized Boutaro.

He turned to Kiriko.

"We forgot to do that thing the Captain does!"

"Er- Right....ummm, Operation We'll Get There When We Come to It?"

Boutaro sighed.

"Yeah, that'll do for now but....it just doesn't hit the same."

With that, the two with some new vigor walked out of the bar and went along with their plan.

## Otro-C Janitor + Rap Battle Wandaba + Binge Fighting

Ichigo yawned. He had been spending this time in the warehouse counting sheep mentally as he heard the frantic whispering of the inexperienced gang members. The supposed 'big boss' was off in the corner with his arms folded, Takumichi was bickering with Ryuga and the guy with the microphone. Soreo and Mendou were still fast asleep, their snoring akin to a form of white noise for the LEGACY member. His attention had been obliterated by his overuse of watching the READ machine. An overdose of suspect humor and colorful language ought to do that to you.

Huh.....so much in his trance he didn't even bother to respond. Anyway, Rygua slammed his palm with his fist.

"Come on, we gotta make some sort of Colgate plan...!"

Takumichi face palmed and shook his head.

"Contingency, seriously, why did you feel the need to drop out of school?!"

"I joined a gang!!!"

Takumichi rolled his eyes.

"We all did-"

"So you should know that you had to get jumped in..!!"

"Yeah....we got jumped in by...." Takumichi said, trailing off his words as they all looked to see the boss in the corner, arms folded and staring into the void.

Everyone there had flashbacks, flashbacks and faces that made the Kabuki incident seeming like a tea party in comparison. They all shook their heads and nodded, silently agreeing that they had to find options quick.

The young man with the microphone spoke up, saying "Whatever the case, I think the back up plan should be blowing up the warehouse."

"B-B-"

Takumichi was flabbergasted and started stomping around, looking crazy.

"Bro don't make me smack the mess outta you!!!!"

"Chill it wasn't even like that..."

"I will smack the taste out of your mouth lil bro stop playing with me!!!!!"

The man with the microphone pointed at Ryuga.

"Smack the taste out of his mouth then!"

Takumichi briefly turned around and eyed up Ryuga.....Could he? Let's see, larger muscles, several inch height difference.....He quickly turned back to his main target.

"STOP WORRYING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE!" he shouted.

He was going to raise his voice even louder, but with one grumble, he quickly piped down. There was a bit of an awkward silence until the young man with the microphone spoke again.

"So, we'll just blow up the warehouse if things go south."

They all nodded, even Takumichi, though he was more reluctant to.

"Bet, now let's just hang tight until then."

They did many things to pass the time. They sang karaoke, watched the newest episode of Kamen Rider Steag on a pirating website, and they even played a game of two truths and one lie with Ichigo. The Big Boss still remained in the corner, silently resting? He was honestly an enigma to even the group that supposedly followed his orders. And so, for a while they simply sat in silence just waiting for the ransom to come. All that could be done now was to think about what they'd get with the money. Ryuga wanted more tattoos for his back, maybe to make the face of a demon. Takumichi closed his eyes and smiled, thinking about getting a gun from America. Maybe he should get an American penpal? The man with the microphone, who had yet to have been given a distinct name was recalling one of his adventures instead, his ballads. His climactic duel with a powerful sun god. Oh how ignorant the others were of his true prowess.

However, all of that would be done, kaput, when they heard an ominous knocking.

Everyone became alert, except for the Big Boss, who simply stood there. Takumichi asked if he was going to come with them, but he simply replied with an archaic grunt and walked away. Of course they weren't gonna call him out on that, they didn't want to get jumped out of the gang. It'd be a shame if the new money they were going to receive was going to be wasted on hospital bills, so they went to the large warehouse door and opened it.

It slowly went up, revealing two figures, the more masculine one holding a briefcase seemingly stocked with money. When the ethereal and convenient mist rolled away, it was revealed to be Kiriko and Boutaro....now in suits for some reason.

Takumichi gulped at the sight of the briefcase, meanwhile the dude with the microphone was astonished by their clothing.

"They look more like Yakuza....then we do." he noted.

"Shut it bro!" shouted Takumichi. "Keep saying dumb stuff like that and I'll smack the mess outta you!!!"

"But they do...." interjected Ryuga.

Takumichi glanced at his friend, instantly reminded of his larger frame and went back to chastising his smaller cohort.

Kiriko coughed.

"Ahem- The..."

"Oh" said Takumichi abruptly. "Yes-Yes, come this way...!"

They went back to where the captives were held. Takumichi clasped his hands together and pointed at Ichigo.

"Welp, there are ya friends...."

He turned back around, trying to come off as cool. However, he had the frame someone who's diet comprised of energy drinks and fast food, a metabolism kind enough not to make him seem portly, but cruel enough to where muscle was a word that wouldn't be used in any context to describe him. Kiriko tried to hold in her laughter as he continued making demands.

"I'm glad y'all were able to make up ya minds about this whole thing. Seemed like you two finally came together to agree on somethin...."

"Y-Yes..." said Kiriko, still trying to come back from her hidden laughter. "I- Uh...We wouldn't want to mess with a hardened gangster....like you."

"That's GANGSTA, don't forget that, darlin."

He winked at her.

Kiriko abruptly turned around as Boutaro stroked his chin, examining Takumichi further.

"W-Wait a minute!"

"What?"

Boutaro pointed at him.

"Did you go to Jouno Academy...?"

Takumichi stuttered "W-What if I did?!"

"I thought you were a hardened gangster....? But, last I checked, that's near a gated community....One of the very few in Japan!"

Takumichi, feeling his credibility as a gangsta being challenged, shouted at Boutaro.

"Be quiet! You don't know what my hood was like! I came out of the mud, ya feel me? I had to shoot guns and....kill....and....sell illegal items! Items I can't talk about in a kiddie show like this!"

Kiriko at this point was near her limit....but one thing, one thing made her go over the edge and laugh the hardest she had ever laughed.

Boutaro put his hands in his pockets.

"Wellll, I know because I used to bully you."

"HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!"

Kiriko collapsed on the floor and continued.

"AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHAAAAAAA"

Takumichi's face turned red, as everyone else looked at him in surprise. They didn't say anything, but Takumichi didn't want them to say anything at all.

"Whatever...!" he interrupted. "J-Just hand over the cash!!!!"

Kiriko laughed for a few more minutes. One would think she had inhaled laughing gas and that some type of crazy clown was there on the scene, but she really did just find it that amusing. She then wiped a tear from her eye, still on the floor.

"Alright, alright. Boutaro, give em the money."

He gave her a thumbs up.

"On it."

Boutaro held out the briefcase and slowly opened it before Takumichi, Ryuga, and mic guy's very eyes. It was shiny, almost like a legendary blue stone of a long lost civilization. It was luminescent and glorious to have your eyes on. It was peak, even. Something to behold and something to respect and revere. However, that very illusion was broken. In reality, when the case opened instead of a large sum of cash, there was only a bright light that turned into that of a man that leapt out and used his martial arts prowess to send Ryuga to the ground with a single kick. Before Takumichi could even act, the mysterious man came in for a punch, but the former flinched and turned away. He then actually directed the punch towards the dude with the microphone, sending him to the floor. But, with the cracking of knuckles, an angry Ryuga once again flexed, catching the attention of the mysterious older man in custodial clothing. All the while this was occurring, Boutaro and Kiriko ran over to Ichigo's side.

Next to him were Soreo and Mendou, still loudly snoring. Boutaro tilted his head while Kiriko sighed.

"How smashed did they get?" questioned the latter.

"I don't know!" wailed Ichigo. "But what I do know, is that I'll never ditch you guys again!"

"What did they do to you....?" asked Boutaro.

"Nothing!" he exclaimed. "We sat around and did quite literally nothing! Look at those bozos!"

He motioned for them to look at the battle, to which they did. Ryuga jumped in the air and tried to come in with a punch. However, the mysterious man countered with his elbow and leapt up himself, grabbing Ryuga by the shoulders and kneeing him in the chest. Takumichi tried to come in with a right hook; he was sent skidding back by a flick to the forehead. The two tried to jump the guy again while the dude with the microphone watched the exchange out of spite, only for the two 'Yakuza' to be sent flying into their comrade. When all was said and done, they started to loudly bicker, throwing around language that couldn't be repeated here.

"They can't even fight together." continued LEGACY's head, but incompetent scientist. "Not like it would matter though. I can't believe you got the janitor of all people here to fight."

Boutaro shrugged.

"He was the only guy I could think of- And the only who could come."

"Regardless, that's some good thinking on both your parts- Kiriko, what are you doing?"

Boutaro turned around to see Kiriko applying lipstick on Mendou's lips.

"Payback for last time." she said.

"W-Were you gonna do that to me...?" asked Boutaro.

She smiled.

"Pfff, yeah, I'd do that when we're both passed out. Yeah right."

"I'm glad we don't have barracks..."

"I'd hate to be that guy...." started Ichigo. "But usually when I think of rope and an abandoned warehouse....I'm not the one being tied up. And there are no cameras."

"Oh! Right!"

Kiriko facepalmed.

"Sometimes I'm glad you're this green, Boutaro."

"It's because after a certain occasion, I've learned not to get curious about what Ichigo says" he replied cheerfully as he cut the ropes with an official LEGACY combat butter knife.

Ichigo got up and felt his wrists, they ached. Not as much as my fingers do but-

"Don't sell these past few hours I had to endure short narrator!" he shouted. "Geez....that guy needs to give it a rest..."

"Right?" agreed Kiriko.

"What are you two even talking about?" questioned their younger coworker.

But, before his question could be answered, with a final thud, everyone seemed to be taken care of. The three Yakuza members were on the ground, their pride more bruised surprisingly. The janitor simply took out a broom from nowhere in particular and began sweeping. He swept on out of the warehouse, the enigmatic wanderer of the streets, cleaner of all things in the home including the sheets, and a reliable, always consistent, and ever-present force of cleanliness and virtue. That's the janitor for you. Boutaro wiped sweat off his forehead and smiled.

"Welp, that's alls well that ends well."

He looked down at Soreo and Mendou, snickering a bit at the latter's predicament.

"We just need to give them some water and we should be good to go."

They should've been good to go, all things considered. However, it would not be that simple.

The ground started to quake and rumble. Boutaro looked around.

“What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know…!” answered Ichigo. “But we’ll have to get everyone out of h-“

Before he could finish, the big boss himself sprung into action and not only grabbed his men, carrying them all with one arm. But, he also carried the unconscious LEGACY members, allowing everyone to run out of the collapsing warehouse.

When they were outside, they turned around to see through the fire and smoke, a terrible and horrifying outline the likes of which nobody had ever seen before. It was insane, it was crazy. To be quite frank, it could probably terrify anyone who could lay their eyes upon it.

With a roar, the monster stepped out and stomped around, finally revealing itself.

It was a reptilian monster with a long snout culminating in bright red. It was a darker green and it had horns. It also had a bottle that was strung to it by a rope tied around its waist.

Boutaro and Kiriko took out their LEGACY brand blasters and aimed it at the monster, but weirdly enough, it wasn’t attacking.

It was stumbling around and shaking, loudly burping as well. Was this monster…..

“Yes.” spoke the big boss.

Everyone turned to see him speaking. It was….astonishing. The three other Yakuza got back up and looked at their boss.

“W-What?!” shouted Ryuga. “You can say stuff other than ‘Big Boss Rock’?”

He nodded.

He snapped his fingers, him now having the same look, build, and everything except now he wore a rather ridiculous looking garb.

Ichigo snapped his fingers, realizing something.

“You must be an Alien File!”

The big boss nodded.

“Which means….”

He turned around to see the Kaiju hop around for a bit before collapsing to the ground.

“That’s the Drunk Monster: Veron!”

The big boss finally spoke again.

“Veron was at a pretty intense party this time around and I was tasked by my fraternity with the goal of keeping him here.”

He looked back at the Yakuza.

“I decided to start up a gang of….rather weird individuals and for the past five years, I’ve been guarding over this place.”

Ryuga sat down and curled up into a ball. He dropped out of school for this, for all of this. The dude with the mic was surprisingly calm and Takumichi, he didn’t have anything else to say as well. He would attempt to, but under that ridiculous outfit were still muscle that could obliterate him on the spot.

“So” asked Kiriko. “Any idea on how to sober him up?”

“He is inebriated to an almost unrecognizable degree, we’d need a massive source of water to do something like that….”

Ichigo adjusted his glasses.

“Considering how much alcohol in his system….we can’t destroy him either….”

As they were thinking, Veron leapt up and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, which enveloped the entire area. Takumichi screamed as loud as he could and held onto the nearest thing for safety and when all was clear…..Veron was now right in front of him.

Takumichi slowly turned to see who he was holding onto and it was Kiriko.

“Oh….uh….”

“Get off of me.”

“R-Right away mam!”

Veron clapped his hands together and started to laugh.

‘Ahaha, let’s play a game! Let’s play a game!!!!’

“I think it wants to play…” noted Boutaro.

“Well we don’t need to!” replied Kiriko.

Hearing this, Veron arched his head back before jumping in the air and letting out a loud belch, causing copious amounts of fire to light the city ablaze. Convinced, it would seem that they would have to play its game.

“Alright….” said the guy with the mic. “We’ll play then.”

He reached into his pocket and took out a boombox.

Ichigo scratched his chin.

“What is he planning on doing?”

“He’ll rap battle that thing….” responded Ryuga. “Boyfriend will try his darn best.”

“He’s your boyfriend?”

“No. That’s his name….”

“Oh. Ah, that’s why you don’t call him by name often then!”

The stage had been set. Veron confidently had a large microphone underneath the building, probably taken from the world he was partying on and it seemed like it would begin. This would be the battle of all time. Boyfriend had dueled with a sun deity before. He would clearly have the ability to do so with some monster.

And the beatbox started playing a remix of a very familiar song, one that was very familiar to the LEGACY members that weren’t completely knocked out. It started out a bit small but as it went by it grew more and more intense. Ichigo, Kiriko, Boutaro, and the Yakuza watched on in amazement as both parties sang their hearts out. Though it wasn’t enough on Boyfriend’s end. The fact he was trying at all though made even the Alien File shed a tear.

This battle of music continued, lights flashing all around as when they started gyrating and jumping all over the place, ground and buildings shifted into platforms for them. They eventually started to step towards each other slowly, the contrast between the massive monster and the below average sized man not being paid attention to due to the epic circumstances surrounding their clash.

It all ended in one final scream, one final crescendo of talent and prowess in the art. The feedback of something like this forced everyone present to try and hold onto something, though there was an issue. Boutaro looked back and noticed that the clash had made the very ground and a few buildings they stood on massive monoliths within the city’s borders. Should they fall, then it really would all go to heck. There wasn’t enough space and someone needed to take that leap of faith in order to help the others.

Hoping no one would notice, he did so. This was a sacrifice he was willing to make, even if tomorrow he was going to finally binge through all of Kamen Rider Steag, the lives of those people, even Yakuza, mattered to him the most. But….he looked over to the side and saw someone. He slowly turned around, making sure he was right in seeing this. He wasn’t just seeing things, was he?

“Kiriko?!!!!” he shouted.

“What are you doing here?!” she shouted back.

“Giving my life for you all!!!”

“You could have told me that before I decided to do the same!!!!!”

He gulped.

“We’re both gonna die, aren’t we?!”

“On the bright side, we’ll probably pass out because of fear before we even touch the ground!!!!”

“That’s really comforting! I’m counting on that!”

“The worse part about all of this….Is that the last time they saw us, it was us bickering like those dumb Yakuza!”

“Yeah…!” agreed Boutaro. “That does suck!!!”

He then blushed and pointed at her.

“N-Not that I’d like them to think we’re buddy-buddy or anything! Just that-“

“Yes, I know!!!! The Yakuza back there weren’t even professionals! They were Wailing Tikes not Wailing Rounders!!!!”

There was a brief silence.

“Say” started Boutaro. “Why is it taking so long for us to fall down?!”

“We’re probably feeling light headed and we’ll be falling unconscious soon so….stuff….is starting to slow down….”

“Oh yeah….that….makes a lot of sense….”

They just then saw two more bodies falling down with them, jolting awake.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!!” shouted Soreo. “Where am I?!!!! Some skinny child just shoved me off a building!!!!”

In stark contrast, Mendou licked lips and smiled.

“Not bad, this flavor is strawberry, right?”

“Welp, looks like MAC and GUYS won’t be the only ones with a almost wiped out roster!!!!” noted Kiriko.

And that would be the final thing they noted, right?

But, the light would not give in. For even in the darkness of night, Veron’s selfish deeds would not be given freedom any longer. The light expanded and grew. From then on, it emerged. The hero, the GOAT, the one who would sent the undisclosed LEGACY members on the ground near a bus stop below before taking off:

Rizanto.

The Ultra flew up into the sky and witnessed Boyfriend on his last legs. He grunted and crossed his arms before bringing them down, now assuming the Lightning Armor.

“Mitten Armor: Install!!!!!!”

“Ooooooh Kay: Ultraman Lightning!!!!!”

He made a finger gun gesture with his right hand and shot at the boom box, making the music more intense, but also giving Boyfriend some levity in the match. With one final move, Veron was sent tumbling off onto the city below. Boyfriend turned around and gave Rizanto a thumbs up, the Ultra doing the same before flying in an effort to try and intercept the beast before he created such a massive impact.

He put his hands under Veron’s back, but….he felt an increasing weight on his body. Rizanto felt like he was being crushed and was soon caught falling with the monster as well. Him attempting to halt the descent was like a fly bring swatted down with a fly swatter. Luckily, he managed to point his finger near one of the buildings, charging it up with energy before firing a thin beam at it.

The beam of lightning hit multiple edges and corners of buildings, slowly but surely illuminating the area, but mainly forming what was an electrical construct in the form of a giant hammock. Soon the two titans came to fall down on the massive hammock, Rizanto staying there in place, flattened, while Veron bounced off and cackled like a mad man.

In a cloud of smoke, the monster vanished and appeared before the hammock, clapping his hands and dancing around.

‘Hit that right foot, left foot, hit ‘em with that-‘

“That’s enough!!!” shouted Rizanto as he touched the energy hammock with his hands, absorbing the lightning back into his palms and causing them to crackle with extra intensity.

“You’ve had enough for tonight” he continued. “It’s high time you went home…”

Veron wobbled a bit and laughed again.

‘What seems to be the Ultraman, problem?’ it presumably retorted. ‘I’m good to go on muh own….sooo….’

He hiccupped a bit and then arched his head back, burping out and entire stream of crimson fire, even more hot than the last. This prompted Rizanto to jump forward and create a makeshift barrier of electricity to defend against the attack.

When all was said and done, smoke left Veron’s mouth and he coughed as Rizanto did away with the barrier.

“You….you’re not flying home on your own…”

Veron grabbed onto his bottle and started chugging some more.

‘Yeah right punk!’ it roared. ‘Nobody likes a party pooper!!!!’

Rizanto dashed forward, a trail of lightning following him behind as he kicked Veron in the face. Sparks of electricity crackled around the monster's face as the rookie continued to spin around and speed blitz him. First an uppercut, he'd vanish, and then a barrage of airborne kicks to the chest, he'd vanish again, and then come from the air with a double handed smash to the head. Rizanto tried to finish off the three piece combo with a spin kick, but Veron swatted it away with a slap and pulled his other hand back. This technique, it was one that many a drunkard had used throughout ancient history, a move revered for its natural flow yet brutal execution. It was, the smack. Veron smacked the taste out of the Ultra and sent him flying into a nearby school that was luckily closed for tonight. In a cloud of smoke, the kaiju vanished and then appeared before his opponent to continue stomping and dancing on him like he was at a college party.

Met with few options, the giant of light touched the two thunder balls on his shoulders and pressed down on them.

"Light-Light-Lightning Blades!!!!!"

He leapt up and slashed at the buzzed monster, continuing the unleash an onslaught of cutting. Veron was unable to counter and was constantly getting mixed up by the bladed attacks even when he attempted to block in his own weird way. However, there was a opening and the kaiju tried to hit Rizanto with an uppercut. But, the Ultra ducked down and with one mighty swing from both blades, Veron's right hand was completely lobbed off, hitting the ground with a mighty yet unceremonious thud. The monster looked down and stared at his severed appendage as Rizanto lowered his blades, looking as firm as ever.

"I didn't want to do that....but, you left me no choice. Now go and sober up so you can leave this world."

Veron didn't answer.

"I'm sorry, are you alright- Wait, that's....you lost your hand so-"

The creature suddenly sprang into action and punched Rizanto dead in the face with the stub that was where his hand should've been. The latter shook his head, still dazed by the attack and the former took the opportunity to spin around in the air and tail slap him in the face sending him to the ground once again. Veron continued to dance and prance about the city, finding it one big laugh.

'Man! I ain't never had this happen before!' he probably chortled as he did various dances that were pretty common place in the 1920s.

Rizanto's legs wobbled as he got up, groaning.

Veron stopped dancing and laughed, picking up his severed hand and throwing it in Rizanto's face.

"OW!" the Ultra shouted as Veron laughed again.

'High five bro!'

Rizanto stopped covering his face from the momentary pain and clenched his fists.

"I've had enough of your shenanigans, chicanery, and overall goofiness! I'm gonna sober you up one way or another!"

Veron raised his remaining hand, stopping the Ultra in his tracks.

'Before ya- Doo, dat....lemme fix something really quick' it growled perhaps.

Veron looked to his remaining hand and burped out a stream of fire, setting it completely ablaze and setting his entire body on fire.

'Alright, now I'm good to go!!!!' he cackled maybe.

"Y-You're a maniac!!!" exclaimed Rizanto. "I definitely need to get you some help!"

Rizanto looked down at his chest and saw that his color timer was going off, he'd have to somehow end this fight quickly. But, how would he be able to do that? He wouldn't have the time to answer as Veron vanished in a cloud of smoke and appeared behind him, delivering a punch to his face that'd he'd have to block. The two clashed and wrestled around for a bit, the Ultra generated a field of electricity to protect his body from catching on fire, even if scientifically that shouldn't be how it works, but if it does, it does, and if it did, it did. The kaiju interrupted the clash by grabbing his foe by the neck, tossing him into the air. Rizanto was sent flying into the air until he momentarily gained control by flying.

Just when he thought he'd have a break, a flaming building passed by him. He looked down, seeing that Veron was now picking up random small businesses and chucking them at wherever he perceived him to be. Though, his aim was terrible and Rizanto's main goal was just to shoot them down with blasts of his own. He pulled his hands back and fired streams of electricity to blow them to bits. The various things that were being chucked at him were the following: A sushi place, a Mcdonalds in the area that had recently opened, a maid café, an Ultra themed maid café, a monster themed maid café....., a silverware shop, and a small stand that sold rare copies of Tokusatsu movies, usually of dubious translations.

When the final one on the list was destroyed, Rizanto sighed and then shouted down at his opponent.

"What you're really doing right now is throwing your life away! Stop right n-"

Rizanto got hit in the face with Veron's hand again, this time it being on fire as well. He landed smack dab onto the pavement, causing dust and rubble, as well as nearby vehicles to churn up into the air. He was fixing to get up when Veron walked up to him.

'Sigma! Sigma! Sigma!' it roared religiously.

"You're in a frat? Now...that makes a lot of sense in retrospect."

Veron continued back to his silly activities, prancing about the city and setting fire to many a location, all the while singing the lyrics to the theme song of an Ultra quite integral to him backwards.

Rizanto once again got up and dusted some of the debris off of himself.

("How could I- Hmm, this world from what I hear is called the blue planet for a reason. I know what to do now.")

The Ultra looked at the monster causing countless destruction, mayhem, and chaos, before looking to the sky. He then took off into the air until he finally reached the top to the massive pillar still in the middle of the city. Takumichi was in fetal position while Ryuga and Boyfriend were discussing what they thought of their boss, who was off brooding in the corner and was watching the fight for the most part. Ichigo was actually doing something else too and Rizanto was mainly looking at him.

"O-Oh!" shouted Ichigo as he dropped his phone off of the edge, the contents of which playing were.....a rather strange drama. "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

"T-The....Life and Times of Hirio the Casanova....?" muttered Rizanto, of course to any human it sounded just like normal Ultra grunting.

Ichigo looked up at the Ultra, hoping to somewhat excuse his odd taste in drama and his strange proclivities overall, but, the giant simply raised a hand. He didn't want to hear allat.

"Do you need help defeating the monster?!" he shouted.

Rizanto nodded.

Ichigo paused for a moment and stroked his chin.

"I'm guessing.....you're trying to sober him up?"

"He better be!" shouted the big boss, walking up to Ichigo and looking up at the Ultra too. "I'll get kicked out of the frat if he dies on my watch."

Ichigo snapped his fingers.

"Then your best bet is probably finding a huge source of water and dunking him in it!"

The big boss shook his head.

"Veron's too heavy for him to carry. Before he started drinking again, we ate out at Barby's."

"Barby's?"

"Yeah, they have meats.....usually not the best but, it's edible."

"Oddly familiar....Anyways, all he'll need is a large source of water."

Rizanto started gesturing. He was trying to ask what was the biggest source of water, but instead it looked like he was trying to imitate a bird getting shot and then reanimating, deciding to spend its new life as an influencer and dancing like its entire life depended on it. It left them quite confused. Rizanto tried it again.

"W-Wait, you want to hug Veron?" asked Ichigo.

Rizanto shook his head.

"I see you're trying to marry his mom...?"

Rizanto shook his head.

"Then what do you mean...?!"

The big boss sighed.

"I can communicate with Ultraman, we're both aliens after all...."

Rizanto snapped his fingers.

"Right!" he exclaimed. "I had forgotten that you were an alien...those punches must've done a number on me."

"What do you want to know?"

"I just need to know what's the deepest point on Earth, water wise?"

"Mariana Trench I believe...."

"Alright, thanks!" said the Ultra as he sped off, leaving a trail of lightning not far behind.

Ichigo looked at the Big Boss and tilted his head.

"What does Ultraman Rizanto sound like?"

The Alien File thought for a moment, trying to quite place the feel before answering.

"He sounds young, incredibly young. Probably younger than anyone here."

"Huh...."

Meanwhile, Rizanto was flying at his absolute maximum speed that the armor could ever allow. He wouldn't let the city fall, nor this Earth that he had already been somewhat attached to, even if some of it was really outlandish, silly, goofy even. That was just how Earth was. Rizanto finally made it, to the point of the Mariana Trench. He reverted to his original state and dove right into the ocean as his Ultra-Mitten twinkled a bright blue. His color timer in contrast was flashing as fast as it ever could, he had to do this here and now. Once he finally made it to the point of the trench, he dropped all the way to the bottom. The light of the mitten and his ever blinking color timer were the only thing that illuminated the area.

Down there, he saw a familiar creature who was sleeping quite soundly. Funny how Gedos was way nicer asleep then awake, but that was a story for another time. Right now, there were more pressing matters. He clasped his hands together and water started flowing into them, more importantly, the Ultra-Mitten. It continuously absorbed more and more of the water until the was a sufficient amount in there. Probably enough to drown an entire heard of Elephants. He'd need to ask Ultraman himself to do the Ultra Shower so that some of the water could be restored, but for now this would have to do. When he saw fit that it was done he sped out and once the water dried off of him from the speed, he briefly switched back to the Lightning Armor until he reached Japan.

Veron was coated, surrounded in flames as well as the area of the city he was in. People were running away in fear, wondering where their hero could possibly be, where was Ultraman? They would have their answer soon. In the darkness of night, shrouded in flames a bright crimson, a light of hope arrived once again and made himself firm against the terror that stood before him and the peace he swore to protect. Without saying a world, Rizanto grunted and spread his arms, swinging them around clockwise as they had blue energy swirl around them. He then put his hands in the + sign, this time with his left hand being where the attack would come from instead of the normal configuration.

"Rizzium Aqua!!!!"

A stream of water mixed in with his own energy overcame and coated the entire city proper in what seemed to be a healing energy. It hit Veron on contact and immediately put out the fire that was so ever present and even had the weird effect of causing him to regrow a hand. When the energy was done with him it spun around and reverted the pillar back to the buildings and streets proper. It healed all those it came in contact with from a mainly physical stand point, so Takumichi was still a crying mess even after the whole ordeal. Veron didn't even know what to respond with. The creature was so incredibly confused and it seemed it was sort of in a hangover, but not really because it didn't even feel the sensation of pain. It just felt calm, relaxed.

As the smoke cleared, the city was returned to its former glory.....well glory was an overstatement, but normal was still normal in the end. Rizanto looked down at the Alien File below and nodded, the man from space doing the very same.

"I'll be an escort." insisted Rizanto. "Your friend here may need some after his little....trip."

"Much obliged...." replied the Big Boss.

And with that, Veron hopped on Rizanto's back, the former feeling a lot lighter than what was previously the case. The Alien File hopped on Veron's back as well and the odd trio took off into the night sky. They say that if you're alone and don't really know what's going on, a star will twinkle. Some say that at the edge of the galaxy, Veron is still off partying to this day. But, hopefully, he doesn't get to carried away like he did last time.

Of course, when all was said and done, the LEGACY members regrouped and spoke to the remaining members of the Wailing Rounders. Takumichi was most regretful and was going to apologize for his behavior.

"I know you're probably gonna have the cops arrest us but-"

Soreo interrupted him.

"We could've; however, your gang in the end was just a front for alien matters.....bit more complicated on a legal level I'm afraid."

"What's there to complicate?" replied Ichigo. "They destroyed the STAR-Rusher and tried to assault you.....before kidnapping us."

"Now, now, haven't you heard of forgiving and forgetting?"

"I'm not exactly going to forget this...." he muttered under his breath.

Boutaro and Kiriko for once weren't arguing, they were sort of amused by his and Mendou was smiling. They all knew what the Captain was going to say.

"Besides, there's a punishment more rewarding and grueling at the same time for you all. You get to pay your debts to society a better way!"

"By doing what?" questioned Ryuga. "We gonna do community service...?"

"Sort of....You'll be unpaid interns at LEGACY Japan!!!!!"

The three Yakuza looked at each other. Takumichi was going to try to put up a front in one last ditch effort but, Ryuga flicked him on the forehead. They weren't hearing it. Getting paid in experience was better than getting paid in starvation. They stopped their brief huddle session and looked back at team LEGACY, Ryuga stepping forward and smiling.

"We'll uh, take it, and work together better from now on!"

"Good to hear." replied Soreo.

Boutaro and Kiriko looked at each other. It seemed like those Yakuza had finally settled on something at the least, even if everything wouldn't be all peaceful. While they wouldn't see eye-to-eye with each other all the time, or even any time, they could collaborate on something besides wanting to protect the shared family called LEGACY. They could both engage in the petty act of having interns do everything for them they themselves were too lazy to do. And even if it wasn't much, it was a start, right?

"Alright" announced Soreo. "I'll refer you all to Mr. Kabuki. You start work for him as of next week presumably."

"W-Wait!" interjected Kiriko. "I thought they'd be interns for us...?!"

Boutaro nodded in agreement.

"I thought that too!"

Mendou sighed.

"We won't be getting new rookies...?"

Soreo turned around to his teammates and laughed.

"Come on! Do you think we're in any position to get interns when we've been struggling for funding like this?!"

He laughed again.

"We're gonna have to work harder than that....unfortunately. We haven't reached the echelon of free labor yet...."

Well, it would seem they wouldn't even reach that point yet, but oh well. With that, everyone went their separate ways, to their separate lives, and their separate places of sleeping. Maybe a bed, in the case of what was left of the Wailing Rounders, the street floor. But, no matter the case, the universal commonality was that there would be sleep. In the cosmos as well, in the sky, they say you can see that same constellation Ultraman left to those children all those years ago. If you're not lingering on the thought of Veron eternally partying, then linger on Ultraman, watching over the night and whatever nonsense happens in those waning hours. That is the diligence of a hero and while they're hard at showing, they still show it nonetheless, that team of LEGACY.

## Next Time

A monster is found in the middle of a popular fast-food chain and warns of the revival of an ancient beast! LEGACY tries to heed the prophecy in order to prevent it, but the company in a surprising turn of events is greedy and is actively enabling it for promotional purposes. Will they be able to prevent it and stop the reawakening of a terrible monster? Or will the sea be part and the world forfeit due to the caricature of modern corporate greed?! Find out next time on Ultraman Rizanto Episode 7 Getting The Munchies.