Ultraman Taiga: My Bond Level Has Been Reset

Bang—!
A sudden gunshot shattered the silence, startling a few crows perched in the trees.

A young man had been walking calmly along a street bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, on his way home. But as the shot rang out, his body jerked violently, and a burst of blood sprayed from his chest.

There was neither struggle nor cry; the young man collapsed forward in utter silence, his shopping bag slipping from his hand. Two bottles of soda rolled down the sloping street, spinning away into the distance. Blood, dark and thick, began to spread beneath him, soaking a wide patch of ground.

“Yuki! Yuki!”
The cry, mingled with terror and grief, lasted only a few seconds before fading away, leaving nothing behind.

The assailant hid on the balcony of a small building by the street, concealed in the shadow of a pillar. The hand clutching the gun still trembled—

I did it… I did it!

Staring at the faintly shimmering “thread” as it began to unravel, the Kukarachian could barely contain his elation, stomping his feet in excitement.

He should never have touched a gun. He wasn’t even in the combat team—just a logistics worker, responsible for maintaining broadcast equipment.

Yes, he was employed by a privately contracted auction house. This time, the lots included more than a dozen monster weapons, so the auction house arranged a live demonstration to facilitate the sale. They chose Earth as the site, and dispatched three teams to prepare ahead of time.

Yet, only fifteen minutes ago, their demonstra