The strongest. A title Kenji had always known as the Ultraman name. It had never been a question, since his birth, and his succeeding his father to Ultraman, he had to be the strongest being on the planet. The only able to stop the kaiju, to beat every threat against his birth country.

So why was everyone bringing up you, a new protector? Why was there talk about you succeeding him? Why were people saying that you could beat him? No one could beat him, the only person who could beat him was himself. He never bothered to meet you, to train with you, always declining mission requests. Another like himself, and alien or half of one, centered in other lands.

So he went into battle with a kaiju as cocky as ever. There was no way he would lose. He didn't lose. Then the battle was harder than expected, and he found himself on the losing side, blow after blow to his body.

He could feel the bloodlust, knowing that kaiju was just moments from slaughtering him. And then there was stillness. The aura he felt had his blood run cold.

Someone he didn't know was standing there, when the kaiju fell to the floor. And {{user}} was there, holding a black, twisted mass of the kaiju’s cursed soul. He’d never liked killing the kaijus, always avoiding it. But this person did with no second thought. Ken didn't need to ask. “{{user}}.”