A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Chapter 5 Black-haired Youth

Upon climbing a barren hillside, the wind blowing in my face was noticeably stronger than in the city.

Looking down at the city hidden at the edge of the forest, Johnson raised his hand and drew a purple card from thin air.

"Heart of Fury" equipped!

……

"Ok?"

In a mountain temple, a silver-haired old man, who was sipping tea, twitched his ears slightly. The moment he put down his teacup, his seemingly hunched figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared on the mountaintop, shading his eyes with his hand and gazing into the distance.

At the edge of the sky, leaden clouds had suddenly rolled in from the clear blue sky. The wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and bolts of violent lightning struck a small mountain, plunging the world into darkness, a scene of apocalypse.

The sprightly old man rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought: "Such a powerful thunderstorm... something feels off..."

……

City Z.

A black-haired young man, panting heavily as he jogged, stopped and wiped his sweat. He was then drawn to the strange phenomenon on the horizon and looked up.

"Strange, is it going to rain again? Might as well run the remaining five kilometers back... Ha... Ha..."

As he spoke, he turned around and, panting heavily, began to run with difficulty toward the city.

……

Beneath the thunderclouds.

The moment he equipped the character card, Johnson felt his entire body electrified.

As his eyes turned silver-white from the raging lightning energy, an endless burst of electricity completely engulfed his towering figure.

Endless lightning then erupted.

……

Two more days passed.

As the new week began, Johnson acted as if nothing had happened. He showed up at the police station early in the morning, handed in the report on the strange attack from the previous week, chatted briefly with a few colleagues, and then rode his scooter to start his day's work.

No one saw that a tiny arc of electricity would occasionally burst from the ends of his hair, leaping into the air and disappearing without a trace.

Due to the recent spate of bizarre incidents, police resources in Z City are becoming increasingly strained. As an outstanding new recruit, Johnson, who joined the force this year, has also been authorized to patrol alone.

Leaving the police station, he was munching on a pineapple bun he'd bought on the way, while a cup of hot milk, imbued with his spiritual power, floated on the tap, creating a relaxed work atmosphere.

Due to functional conflicts, insufficient top-level combat power, and other reasons, the role of the police was gradually replaced by the Hero Association, and they eventually became tools for cleanup and cleanup.

Johnson had no ambition to change the situation; instead, he was considering finding a part-time job.

Since we have to deal with all the weirdos anyway, wouldn't it be better to get two salaries?

The police department's disaster reporting system is quite effective; being part of the system, Johnson can learn about the movements of the strange people in his jurisdiction immediately.

As long as the police respond quickly enough, you'll almost never encounter anyone stealing your monsters...

puff--

Just as he was thinking this, Qiao Sen saw a scene on the roadside and immediately spat out a mouthful of milk.

Not far ahead, a black-haired young man in a blue and white tracksuit was staggering forward, sweat rolling down his face as if it were free, his heaving chest like a broken bellows, and his mouth emitting heavy, leaky breaths.

In his mind, Johnson automatically photoshopped out the young man's thick black hair, and the next second, his figure gradually overlapped with a dead fish-eyed bald head.

It's definitely Saitama.

As soon as they mentioned stealing monsters, the monster-stealing crowd appeared.

Qiao Sen sighed, a sense of crisis inexplicably rising in his heart.

Judging from this trend, my police job may not be so stable.

Huff, huff, huff...

Saitama, having just completed another grueling long-distance running training session, clutched his thighs, panting heavily as if he were about to burst out of his lungs.

People would believe he could suddenly die any second.

After parking the scooter by the roadside outside the park, Johnson threw the empty breakfast bag into the trash can.

At this moment, Saitama, who had barely made it to the park with hesitant steps, was doing squat training while wearing a pain mask, surrounded by a group of kids playing.

No, that wasn't training, that was torture.

As expected, after 100 squats, there will be 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups.

For Saitama, whose eyes were already bloodshot from staring, this amount of exercise was simply an impossible task.

Johnson watched silently for a moment, then the car radio crackled to life: a purse snatcher was fleeing three blocks away.

He glanced at the map and activated his telekinesis.

A deep blue spiritual flame enveloped his entire body, and he suddenly felt light, breaking free from gravity and rapidly rising into the sky.

As a superpowered person, being able to fly should be quite reasonable, right?

Taking advantage of his flight, Johnson looked down at the surrounding streets. With his enhanced spider-sense, his vision quickly locked onto the thief who thought he had succeeded and was hiding in an alley, inspecting his loot.

Once you've identified your target, the rest is quite simple.

With a swoop, Johnson accelerated toward the ground, his concentrated psychic power forming a tangible gravitational field, which he then slammed down.

The hero appears!

"Oh……"

The thief, who had just noticed something was wrong with the wind, looked up when he was hit head-on by a force field that came down from the sky. He fell into a deep sleep like an infant before he could even scream.

Johnson then landed, handcuffed the unfortunate thief's hands behind his back, and took him, along with his filthy belongings, to the nearby police station.

The call was completed in less than two minutes.

On the other side, there's a small park by the roadside.

"97..."

“…98!”

……

Saitama was doing push-ups one by one, looking like he was about to vomit blood.

The speed is truly impressive.

Lie face down, hold for half a minute, then push up again.

“…100!”

“Hoo, ho, ho—”

Even so, he still completed all the training sessions without fail.

Silently, Johnson lit candles in advance for the strange characters who had not yet appeared.

R.I.P.

Run, you silly children!

"Officer, is there anything I can help you with?"

After finishing training, Saitama, who was nearly exhausted, suddenly saw a tall young police officer walking towards him and couldn't help but ask.

"Here, have a soft drink."

"what?"

Saitama instinctively took it, and before he could react, he had a bottle of ice-cold orange soda in his hand.

grunt.

Saitama's body, desperately needing hydration, sent out signals of thirst. Although he didn't understand why, his naturally thick skin helped him accept the stranger's kindness.

"Thank you, that's a great help!"

"You're welcome."

Seeing Saitama already chugging a bottle, Johnson opened one for himself: "Just passing by and saw your hard training. You have a great willpower."

Saitama suddenly realized, glancing at the half-eaten orange soda in his hand; it was his favorite flavor.

I couldn't help but express my heartfelt gratitude once again: "Thank you, officer!"

"You're welcome," Johnson patted Saitama on the shoulder, raised the bottle encouragingly, and said, "Keep it up."

"I will."

Watching Johnson turn and leave, Saitama finished his drink: "That officer is a good person."

Chapter 6 Special Card, Association Visitors

In the police car.