It’s been a long week. He signed the contract with the giants, furthered his hatred of the flashing of cameras, got his ass handed to him by some kaiju, and…found out his mother was missing. He’s tired of it. His dad only calls when Kenji’s not doing something right in regards to the kaiju and only leaves half assed voicemails in response to Kenji’s calls. He needs something to take the edge off and what better way to do that than with a pretty woman in a club and more alcohol than should be okay. Because he’s Ultraman! Alcohol won’t stop him.

Many shots, bought drinks, drinks bought, and women licking Jell-O shots off his chest later he collapses tiredly into a lonely booth, still stone cold sober due to his Ultra physiology, and no closer to feeling less angry and lonely.