A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

—A small hero organization, sounds like it has quite a few members. For someone like me who's not good at socializing, it seems like a lot of trouble... They're so enthusiastic, and they're not some annoying newspaper or insurance salesperson. How can I politely refuse them...?

After a nearly five-minute introduction, Fubuki couldn't resist picking up her teacup and taking a sip, her eyes temptingly gesturing for a rosy picture.

"If Mr. King is willing to join, I guarantee the position of deputy team leader will be yours very soon! It involves member changes and contribution issues, but I will definitely resolve them as quickly as possible!"

"Oh, really?" The thought of managing a sizable hero organization sent a shiver down King's spine, his face twitching slightly. "Thank you so much..."

Seeing that King didn't directly refuse, Fubuki was overjoyed. While eating hotpot, she casually asked, "By the way, Mr. King was recommended to join by the M City Association branch, right? According to the association's internal recommendation mechanism, his hero level should be determined in advance, right?"

King snapped out of his shock, thought for a moment, and then nodded, saying, "That is indeed the case."

"Then..." Fubuki said calmly, "Could you tell me your hero rank?"

King answered honestly, "They told me it's S-class."

"what……"

King noticed that Fubuki swayed slightly, and the light in her eyes vanished for a moment. He asked worriedly, "Hey, Miss Fubuki, are you alright?"

After calming down, Fubuki felt completely numb.

—Another S-rank?!

Fubuki took a swig of her drink indignantly, only to find that the originally refreshing soda tasted bitter as it went down her throat. She said, "It's okay... I was the one who bothered you."

King cautiously inquired, "What about the Fubuki Group you mentioned earlier..."

Fubuki waved her hand weakly and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything!"

"Great!"

Chapter 223 Children shouldn't drink alcohol

"Great!"

As soon as Fubuki finished speaking, King blurted out instinctively, his shoulders relaxing and he visibly letting out a sigh of relief.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he couldn't help but swing his fist hard.

—Although I don’t know why the other party suddenly gave up, it’s wonderful that I don’t have to get caught up in the boring world of adults!

By the time King realized that his actions seemed inappropriate, Fubuki was already silently casting a resentful glance at him.

The expression between her brows gave off the feeling of a young woman who had been cruelly abandoned by a heartless scumbag, making her look pitiful.

"Cough cough cough..."

King blushed slightly, feigned a cough twice in an attempt to salvage his previous rudeness, and said, "No, Miss Fubuki, what I mean is, that's such a shame!"

Fubuki: "..."

"Alright, alright, no need to explain..."

Fubuki sighed softly and waved her hand to indicate that she didn't care.

Since her failed attempt to invite Qiao Sen, she adjusted her mindset, recruited team members excluding those above A-level, and chose to believe in the power of the collective.

Upon learning that King had already reserved a spot as an S-class hero, Fubuki felt a little disappointed but didn't press the matter further.

This bad mood came and went quickly, and I soon recovered on my own.

Immediately, Fubuki cheered up, turning her grief and anger into appetite. With a chuckle, she handed her small bowl to King and said, "Mr. King, I want to eat hot pot again!"

“Okay,” Fubuki’s composure made King smile awkwardly. The next second, he looked sharply at the battlefield. “If it’s just this, then there’s absolutely no problem!”

……

Time passed, and the hot pot gathering continued into the late night in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

During the meal, even Garou and Genos, who was sitting next to him, had a lot of friendly interactions.

A cold glint flashed, and Genos swiftly intercepted Garou's chopsticks, his cold face hardening as he said in a deep voice, "Stop! Teacher clearly saw this piece of meat first!"

"cut!"

The hungry wolf tilted its head slightly, casting a disdainful glance, its face full of arrogance, and said, "Don't get too cocky after winning once by luck, you stinking machine! This time I won't back down!"

Genos's mechanical eyes flashed, and the next second he switched to super serious mode, saying, "Since you insist on obstructing the teacher, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

The hungry wolf's reaction was a confident grin, his tone filled with arrogance as he said, "Come on! You think I'm afraid of you?!"

Such things are extremely aggressive.

Gradually getting used to the spiciness of the food, Tornado also experienced the charm of hot pot, and with her amazing superpowers, she held her own against many strong opponents.

The disciples ate with great enthusiasm, and the masters were not to be outdone.

Saitama, relying on his abnormal physique, went around challenging people to drinks, and by this time his face was already slightly flushed.

Slightly tipsy, he went around toasting everyone before returning to his seat, casually putting his arm around Bang's shoulder.

At the same time, Saitama had already filled his glass with wine, squinted his eyes and leaned over, saying, "Come on, Master Bang, bottoms up!"

The slightly tipsy old man accepted all offers without hesitation, raised his glass to clink with Saitama's, and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll keep you company."

"Cheers!" x2

Saitama and Bang, these two old drunkards, were drinking expensive, high-proof liquor. As the rich and mellow liquor went down their throats, they both closed their eyes and frowned, their facial muscles working together. Only when the burning sensation from the alcohol finally settled into their stomachs did they both exhale comfortably!

"Ha—" ×2

"This wine is amazing!"

"comfortable!"

The two men, whose average age is just middle-aged, almost simultaneously uttered the voices of seasoned drunkards, creating a scene comparable to a mukbang (eating broadcast) that was incredibly captivating.

Upon inadvertently witnessing this scene, Tatsumaki couldn't help but glance down at the glass in her hand, and suddenly the icy-cold juice inside didn't taste so appealing anymore.

—It looks delicious…I want to try it!

"Um, Qiao Sen..."

While toasting with King, Johnson suddenly felt as if someone was tugging at the hem of his clothes. After finishing his drink, he turned around.

At first glance, I didn't see anyone. But when I looked down, I realized it was a tiny tornado sitting kneeling beside me.

"What's wrong now? Didn't you already manage to eat hot pot by yourself?"

"Hmph, it wasn't hot pot, and I'm already full." Tornado habitually turned her head away, then remembered why she had called out to Johnson, and pointed to the bottles of liquor in front of everyone, saying, "Also, I'm tired of soft drinks, I want to drink!"

"……Eh?"

Upon hearing this, the first thing that came to Johnson's mind was the famous scene from his memory of "Zombie Man" collapsing to his death with a long knife stuck in his vest.

It's one thing for others to act crazy when they're drunk, but this girl is terrifying when she goes crazy!

Upon thinking of this, Qiao Sen shook his head vigorously, muttering, "No, no, if you drink alcohol, the damage is too great. It wouldn't be fun if you hurt someone!"

Tornado: ? ?

"……what?"

Tornado stared at Johnson suspiciously, not quite hearing what he was muttering.

But her body language was still quite clear; she at least understood that he was frantically shaking his head in refusal. Her brow furrowed, and she said, "Why! Can't I drink?"

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol!"

Before Johnson could speak, a familiar but somewhat irritating voice interrupted from behind. Tornado froze, her slender, white fingers twitching unconsciously.

—Little children…

(?? ?)

Very well, he's already itching to hit someone!

Saitama, carrying a bottle of shochu on his shoulder, sat down next to Johnson and kindly advised, "This is a drink only adults can have. Kids should just go and drink juice!"

Crit!

Double Kill! !

Tornado: “…”

(????)

Hearing Saitama's cheerful voice, Johnson's lips twitched slightly. Then he saw the tic-tac-toe marks constantly appearing on Tatsumaki's forehead and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Oh no, I finally managed to coax him!

You never know the cost of living until you're in charge of the household. Saitama, you really don't know how to make things easy for others!

"Joseph, come here!"

Saitama, oblivious to the approaching danger, leaned over and clinked glasses with Johnson, saying, "Come on! Let's have another drink!"

"……drink!"

The crisp sound of glass clattering rang out. Johnson raised his hand to rub the little head beside him that looked like a green spinach, then raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

This time, although Tornado retained some of her rationality under Johnson's reassurance and did not go completely berserk, a strong and dangerous green light flashed in her eyes.

"You arrogant brat! Don't be so cocky!"

boom! !