A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

After spending a day at the flow dojo, Qiao Sen felt he had gained a lot.

Although Bangu was reluctant to be a sparring partner, he eventually entered the state of a master teacher who imparted knowledge and taught the Way when it came to actual practice.

Having always followed unorthodox methods, his established fighting habits were difficult to correct, but Qiao Sen still managed to draw inferences from one instance to another and discovered many shortcomings that he had previously overlooked.

For example, spider-sense.

He had always relied on the passive warnings from his spider-sense in combat and had never thought of developing it further.

When facing an opponent of Bang's caliber, even against Demon-level monsters, his Spider Sense, which works very well, becomes somewhat unreliable.

While their speed and strength are roughly equal, the difference in experience and skill is too great. Even if one observes the opponent's attack trajectory in advance, it is impossible to determine the truth or falsehood, let alone change tactics.

The result was that he got beaten up.

Fortunately, the Absolute Territory's defenses were strong enough. Although the old man struck hard, he didn't really intend to attack the police.

Aside from being severely mentally exhausted and slightly pale, he was otherwise fine after a day's work.

Getting a beating is nothing; the important thing is to discover the loopholes and deficiencies in your own skill set.

After all, only in this way can it help...

No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Developing capabilities cannot be accomplished overnight. We now have a general direction. The important thing is that we must get back at the top sooner or later!

"Would you like to stay for a simple meal? One of my disciples has quite good cooking skills."

Bang is finally in a good mood today. At first, he was a little annoyed when he realized that his move had been stolen, but now he wished he could hold onto Johnson for three days and three nights.

With his strength, finding a punching bag that can withstand a lot of beatings won't be easy.

Thinking about it this way, signing up for the hero recruitment was definitely the right choice.

"No thanks, I can't eat anymore, goodbye!"

The old man smiled and tried to persuade him to stay, but Qiao Sen squinted, rubbed his temples, and refused three times in a row.

"Come again next time~"

"Next time, Piding!"

Chapter 15 Saitama's Call

Bang waved with a smile, but when he suddenly saw Johnson turn around and grin, his smile froze.

Sure enough, the boy suddenly unleashed the power of the Flowing Water Fist, his steps shifting like a phantom, and in the blink of an eye he had already descended the steps to the mountainside.

"..."

Banggu took a deep breath, put his hands behind his back, and turned back to the dojo with a blank expression.

It's common sense to have a master before learning martial arts, you bastard!

……

Slurp—

When I got home, I cooked myself two packs of instant noodles. To supplement my nutrition, I also added cooked braised beef, vegetables, and five eggs.

A large pot of noodles was cooked. Qiao Sen picked up a noodle and took a bite when his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

"Hello, this is Johnson."

"Kiyosen-kun, this is Saitama."

"Oh, it's Saitama. What can I do for you?"

Evening, a phone booth.

Saitama glanced at the strange men and bounty hunters tied up behind him and said, "Here's the thing, I caught a group of bad guys, including a strange one. Since you're a policeman, I called you to report it."

"A bunch of bad guys, and a weirdo?"

The amount of information provided by the keywords left Qiao Sen a little confused. The key point was that the normal procedure for reporting a crime was not to call a police officer friend's private phone number!

However, considering Saitama's thought process, he still said he understood: "Okay, I got it. Where do you live? I'll come over right away."

I live in…

Using his telekinesis, he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the address Saitama described. Then, he picked up the pot and quickly ate the noodles in a few bites. The scalding hot food went straight into his stomach, turning into energy to replenish his hungry body after special training.

After eating and drinking his fill, Johnson made two phone calls.

He then opened the balcony door, enveloped his entire body in azure psychic energy, and soared into the sky.

ten minutes later.

Upon receiving the intelligence from Qiao Sen, the police station immediately dispatched a special police team, with armored vehicles leading the way, and sped all the way to the ground floor of Saitama's house, a row of two-story simple rental houses.

Because of its remote location and cheap rent, the area has become a melting pot of people, and has long been known as a criminal den in urban legends as a "crime department store".

It's only because Saitama is so oblivious that he didn't notice the anomaly after living there for so long.

Of course, given his financial resources, he didn't have any better options.

A group of heavily armed special police officers filed out of police cars and quickly brought the situation under control.

Meanwhile, the Hero Association, having received the news, rushed over under Lanny's leadership, and the two sides met face to face.

At this moment, Johnson was pulling Saitama aside to ask him about the details.

It turns out that when Saitama was picking up the clothes, he learned that the clothing store owner was having cash flow problems and had borrowed money from underground banks. He had to use the store to pay off the debt. Driven by his sense of justice, Saitama decided to help the owner solve this problem.

Who knew that an underground bank was located right next to my rented apartment, and the bank owner even transformed into a dark goldfish monster in front of me—not strong, but disgusting.

As a result, the sportswear that had just been repaired torn open again.

"Underground loan sharks, underwear thieves, counterfeit money factories... I never thought that mending clothes could cause so much trouble. You're something else!"

"Wait, is this a compliment? Something feels off."

“Consider it a compliment,” Johnson said, pulling Saitama between the police and the Hero Association who were arguing. “Come on, repeat what you just said.”

"Huh? I have to say it again? That's too much trouble!"

"Hey hey, so you know it's troublesome now? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

……

"The association will handle the rest directly with the police station."

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson. The association is currently preparing to build the world's most advanced monster prison. I will persuade the police to hand over that goldfish monster to us!” Lanny straightened her sinister aura, her face full of gratitude. “Please contact us if you have any more successes like this!”

"Okay, sure, sure." Johnson remembered Saitama, who was currently giving a statement to avoid trouble. "By the way, Saitama defeated that monster all by himself. He was also the one who defeated the frog man last time. Do you want to meet him?"

"Ah, is he a friend of Mr. Johnson? Of course, I can apply to the association for a prize to award to such a kind-hearted ordinary person as him."

"Huh? This isn't about the bonus..."

Seeing that Lani had no intention of recruiting Saitama, Johnson had no choice but to give up.

As a friend, he didn't want his relationship with Saitama to degenerate into a vulgar money-driven one.

(Saitama: No, I'm vulgar!)

By the time everything was finished, it was already late at night.

After seeing off a large number of police officers, Saitama felt like he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't remember what it was.

Then don’t think about it.

Saitama habitually shuts out some of the trivialities of life, to the point that he forgot the news said that bounty hunters are rewarded.

Thus, the unlucky, balding man missed out on another batch of readily available money.

"Qiaosen, would you like to come up and sit down? My place isn't very big, but we do have tea."

"Alright then, after all that fussing around all night, a cup of tea would be nice." Johnson stretched. "Then I'll take my leave."

The two went upstairs together and arrived at Saitama's room.

Just as he said, the place was very small, and the area from the entrance hall to the living room was filled with clutter.

"Please excuse my poor appearance..."

Saitama broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't realize how messy his house was until guests came over!

After a flurry of activity, Saitama tidied up a place where people could sit, turned on the TV, and busied himself boiling water and making tea.

Knowing Saitama's financial situation, Johnson didn't mind and sat down cross-legged.

Before I could even warm my backside up, there was a knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!

It was quite a loud knock.

"It's so late, who is it?"

When Johnson saw Saitama pouring water, he got up and went to open the door.

"coming."

The door opened, and standing outside was an old woman with a gloomy face. It was Johnson who opened the door. Recognizing him as one of the police officers who had just dealt with the criminal, his previously aggressive demeanor immediately faltered: "...Hey, isn't that guy?"