A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Looking around: "Where is it? Let me see!"

Johnson: "It's a mosquito."

Saitama: "...Nisuchi!!!"

———End of Mini-Theatre———

……

City Z.

When Johnson returned, it was already dusk, and only Saitama was home.

This guy is just like Maruko's grandpa after retirement, comfortably reclining in front of the TV set with the free disaster channel playing...

Reading the newspaper.

Tea and pastries were laid out on the coffee table in front of them.

Judging from its exquisite craftsmanship and delicate fragrance, it is the work of a young housekeeper.

"Eh……"

Johnson entered the house from the balcony, ignoring Saitama looking around on the tatami mat. He casually picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, asking, "Mmm... Where did Genos go? Mmm..."

Saitama: "..."

(o_O)

—You pretended not to see it, then secretly ate the tea and snacks my disciple made for me, and even smacked your lips while doing so, right?

Outrageous!

"Don't bother looking, I'm all alone."

Saitama picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and took a sip, saying, "I heard that some professor called him back to upgrade his equipment, and he left this morning."

"Oh, that fast?"

Johnson stopped in his tracks as he reached for the pastries; he was genuinely surprised.

Why are scientists in anime so unscientific?

New technologies can be cracked in just two days after being acquired, and then directly put into application.

Just like Dr. Brief and Bulma from Dragon Ball, Dr. Genus and Dr. Kuseno, locals in the One-Punch Man world, share the same art style.

In comparison, the so-called experts invited by the One-Punch Man government were utterly incompetent.

Johnson gave away the energy weapons he had captured to them for research for free, and police forces in various places have not yet been able to fully implement them.

Absolutely five!

While mentally complaining, Johnson looked down at Saitama on the ground, and a serious question suddenly flashed through his mind.

Immediately, he nudged Saitama's shoulder with his toe, earning a long, deathly stare from a pair of simple, dead fish eyes.

(?_?)

Qiao Sen pointed to the wall clock, which showed 17:50 PM, and asked, "Xiao Jie isn't home, and it's already this late, so who's going to cook dinner tonight?"

(._.)

Saitama blinked, then realized the seriousness of the problem.

There was no time to argue with someone about what had just happened; instead, he casually shrugged and said, "..."

┐(?ヘ?)┌

The two exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's meaning.

Great, neither of the two lazy dogs wants to cook for themselves.

After all, I didn't even buy any groceries today.

Those days when we cooked and I washed the dishes together are gone forever.

Ultimately, it's all because they were spoiled by Genos.

It's all Xiao Jie's fault! ×2

at this time

Genos, far away at the research institute on the outskirts of W City: "Achoo!"

A sneeze was heard, and Genos, who was lying on the machine tool, and Dr. Kuseno, who was replacing his space-folding firepower system, looked at each other in surprise.

(???')？

∑(O_O)?

Dr. Kuseno: Aren't the biological artificial human embryos still in the development stage?

Genos: Aren't I a cyborg? Did the Doctor install such a complex but useless simulated organ in me? That's too meticulous! But... when was that?

The doctor, with a serious expression, asked nervously, "Genos, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

“Hmm…” The honest cyborg boy frowned and thought seriously for a second before saying, “The kinetic energy transmission in the lower limbs is a bit sluggish, probably because there isn’t enough lubricating oil inside the joints.”

Dr. Kuseno: "..."

—I didn't ask you that!

City Z.

Johnson and Saitama stared at each other for half an hour.

As darkness fell, it was finally Johnson who came up with a solution.

"How about we go to the Z City Hero Association for a working lunch?"

He stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "I remember one of the perks of S-class heroes is that they can eat for free at the association, and their VIP restaurant serves hot pot."

! !

Saitama immediately sat up straight.

Chapter 314 Meals and snacks always fit in two stomachs

Saitama heard the following from Johnson's suggestion—

No cooking required, no washing dishes required, and free hot pot!

Element detection!

Saitama's eyes flashed, and he agreed: "Having dinner at the association is fine!"

Saitama and Johnson exchanged a glance and noticed a glint in each other's eyes.

(????)×2

Qiao Sen: It's not that I'm trying to be lazy, I just want to try what the free hot pot provided by the association tastes like!

Saitama: Me too!

Gaining momentum, Saitama leaped off the tatami mat, and just as he regained his footing, his figure suddenly blurred.

Sa——

Less than a second later, when he reappeared, he was wearing the complete "Hairless Cape Man" classic original skin battle suit.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red."

When people live together for a long time, their habits, catchphrases, eating speed, and many other things will subtly influence each other.

For example, influenced by Saitama, Qiao Sen likes to lie around like a lazy bum after get off work.

For example, Saitama's speed of changing outfits at this time is also affected by the aftereffects of Johnson's recent return from the Dragon Ball world.

Qiao Sen's thinking was simple: although it was probably no secret that he was a glutton, he still needed a meal buddy.

Good bro, let's be gluttons together!

After the two left.

Lights suddenly came on in the empty apartment building.

A handsome young man in a neat purple suit emerged from the sofa, crossed his right leg, and snapped his fingers like a godfather.

The spot where Saitama had been lying was now sparkling with starlight, and the "conceptual elements" that should have dissipated and returned to the origin of the world were now condensing out of thin air.

Transformed into white fantasy cards, they obediently lined up and fell into the hands of F-zai, who remained silent and pretended to be an expert on the sofa.

On the cards, the simple-looking, dead-fish-eyed bald men still grinned so carefree.

……

2000 Years Later.

With tears in her eyes and a forced smile, the young lady from the logistics department escorted Johnson and Saitama, who had finished showing off their meal, to the branch gate.

As expected of two top-tier S-class heroes, a single hot pot meal wiped out more than half a month's worth of high-end ingredients from the Z City branch!

With such an appetite, our staff would call you the strongest!

"Please take care, gentlemen."