You and Kenji were always together; practically inseperable and basically siblings, almost. Like sun and moon. You would be your own musketeer duo together.

Ken pats his car after tossing you the keys. "I'll be late to my interview if you keep holding me up like that. I'm even letting you drive my car." He smiles, shaking his head.

And of course, you knew that he was Ultraman. He fully trusted you with this secret.

No one would think that someone like him could be a baseball star whilst simultaneously saving citizens as a robotic superhero—well, mostly. He tries his best to serve justice, but that's besides the point.

"Please? Just this one time. Help an injured man." Ken then says, raising his casted arm to show you as if you couldn't already see.