Noa held the sleeping little infant, carefully inspecting the scars on her body. Seeing that the injuries had completely vanished, he let out a soft sigh of relief.
Then, he quickly fell into a new dilemma: how should he raise this little infant? Especially when he realized she was a girl, he felt completely at a loss.
Noa had a severe headache. Boys could be raised casually—they wouldn't die easily anyway—but girls had to be raised with proper care!
Moreover, judging by the original destiny line of the Greater Universe, she might well be the only girl in their next generation! That made it all the more important to raise her properly.
After pondering for a long time, he finally decided to summon his old friends to discuss the matter together.
The four Ultras sat in a circle, the atmosphere somewhat silent.
King of Ultraman frowned as he looked at the little infant before him. He had a vague feeling that this little infant shared some sort of connection with the Land of Light, but remembering that the Land of Light didn't seem to have any multi-colored Ultras, he shook his head again.
The properties of the Light of Destiny prevented them from seeing her past and Mirai. In fact, if she hadn't happened to land near Noa and been discovered by the Greater Universe Consciousness, they wouldn't even have known that the Light of Destiny had been born.
Meanwhile, Saga and Legend gazed at the little infant with pure joy, their eyes brimming with fondness.
However, when faced with the question of how to raise this child, they were equally helpless.
After all, the ones they had dealt with before were all feral boys—as long as they didn't die, it was fine. But as for how to take care of a girl, they truly had no clue.
For a moment, the four of them fell into deep thought, trying to find a suitable solution. But what on earth should they do? They had to ensure this little infant could grow up healthily.
"Let's give her a name first," King of Ultraman's voice broke the silence.
Noa raised his head, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Then let's call her Aria."
"Aria? The beginning of destiny?" Legend softly murmured the name, pondered it for a moment, and nodded with a smile, "It really suits her. It's a good name."
In the ancient language of the universe, the name Aria signified the beginning of destiny and the arrival of miracles. It carried endless hope and possibilities, symbolizing that the little infant's Mirai would be filled with boundless challenges and opportunities.
Saga looked at Aria with unusual quietness, let out a soft sigh, and remarked with emotion, "It really fits. This child was recognized by the laws of miracles the moment she was born, which means she shouldn't have existed in the established destiny. Her birth is a miracle of fate."
"So," Noa interrupted the drifting topic, "how do we raise her?"
The four Ultras fell silent for a moment, until Legend suddenly thought of someone, "Then let's go ask Delasion! She's on the same level as us, and she's a female Ultra too. She definitely knows how to raise a girl."
Noa thought about it for a moment and nodded affirmatively. So he picked up Aria and went with the other three Ultras to find Delasion.
They firmly believed that Delasion was the prophet of the Greater Universe. Since she was so smart, she certainly knew how to raise Aria well.
Yet when Delasion looked at the four Ultras before her, and then at the little infant in Noa's arms, a vein throbbed on her temple.
"So, you just carried her over to find me?" Delasion said, gritting her teeth, "I've never raised a baby Ultra in my life, how on earth would I know how to raise a child?"
Saga lowered his head and muttered, "You're so smart, and both you and she are female, so you definitely know how to raise her right. The four of us are just rough old men, aren't we afraid we won't raise her properly?"
Delasion clenched an energy beam in her hand, itching to fling it right into Saga's face. You don't know how to raise her, so you come to give me a hard time, is that it?
She looked at the sweet and soft little infant in Noa's arms, then at the mechanical structure of her own body, and finally back at the appearance of those four Ultras. She let out a long sigh—what a headache...