"Atomic Slash!"
Countless crimson threads of light appeared at once.
The monsterized Ongai froze. Atomic Samurai's blade slid cleanly back into its sheath.
Clang.
The sword was sheathed.
And Ongai's body split apart into fragments, not even a drop of blood left.
A perfect slash.
"Ever since I lost to that guy Saitama, I swore—I will never lose to anyone again!"
Atomic Samurai spat out the blade of grass at his lips. "Let's go. We'll form a team of swordmasters, dedicated to taking down Dragon-level monsters."
The other masters present bowed their heads solemnly.
…
At the Association villa.
Compared to the chaos outside, this place was peaceful—thanks to Fubuki's overwhelming presence.
"I'm home. Picked up some groceries on the way."
Saitama's voice came from the door.
Fubuki and the others hurried to greet him.
A bald man in casual clothes, sandals, and a dull expression stood in the doorway, holding two bags stuffed with tonight's food.
"Huh? Did we get a pet?"
He noticed the small pet house by the door. Inside crouched a cat.
The Dragon-level monster Meowth stared up, eyes full of fear.
Fubuki, Christina, even Weekend Sale—they could all crush him. And he'd heard there was another—Helen.
"Why is my life so pathetic?"
But then his gaze shifted to Saitama.
Compared to the terrifying women, this bald loser looked like the weak link. Standing there, he was nothing but openings.
"This is my chance. I'll kill him, cause chaos, and escape!"
In a blur, Meowth lunged, claws aimed at Saitama's skull.
After all, he was a Monster Association cadre. To live as a pet was humiliation.
Clang!
Sparks flew. His claws, sharp enough to slice steel, scraped uselessly against Saitama's head.
Nothing. Not a scratch.
Instead, his paws went numb.
What kind of skull was this?!
Run!
Panic surged. He bolted—
Thud.
It felt like he'd slammed into a wall. His head throbbed.
Looking up—
Saitama stood before him, expression blank, drooling slightly, hand reaching out.
"Oh? This cat's kinda cute…"
Saitama grabbed Meowth, twisting its limbs like a toy.
"I wonder how it tastes."
The words nearly made Meowth faint.
He swore—this bald man had eaten monsters before. The look in his eyes was too experienced.
"How about cat hotpot tonight?"
Fubuki suggested while unpacking groceries.
"Meooooowwwww!"
Meowth shrank, trembling, curling into a ball in Saitama's hands. Somehow, he shrunk down to the size of a normal cat.
"Don't eat me! I have cat plague! And I'm all skin and bones—pluck the fur and there's barely any meat!"
Meowth begged.
"Cat plague, huh? That's no good. Don't want to get sick. Sour meat's not tasty either."
Christina smirked.
"Yeah, yeah! My meat is sour, the worst! Like spoiled bread!"
Meowth wailed pitifully. "I'm easy to feed, I promise! Just let me live!"
Saitama frowned, remembering bad meals from the past.
"Fine. Let it stay outside. If it acts up… we'll barbecue it."
Pfft—
Meowth nearly spat blood.
This guy would even eat sour meat? What kind of devil was he?!
…
Time passed.
Saitama enjoyed the care of the three women. Helen was out leveling with Ashura Queen.
Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist disciple Suiryu had come, begging to be Saitama's student.
Fubuki simply said: "Beat the cat at the door first."
Result: Suiryu was clawed into a bloody mess, utterly humiliated.
The Dragon-level Meowth, once terrified, now basked in its new status.
Poor Suiryu, on the other hand, began doubting his entire life.
Rejected as Saitama's disciple, he settled for joining Helen's team—serving as Ashura Queen's sidekick.
But the more time he spent around Ashura Queen, the more he realized how terrifying Saitama truly was.
To Ashura Queen, Saitama was an undefeated legend.
When Suiryu mentioned wanting to be Saitama's disciple, Ashura mocked him harshly.
"You think you can just cling to him? I bust my ass every day to keep up. Who the hell are you?"
Suiryu was crushed with shame.
Meanwhile—
Saitama, the man whose legend spread through the underworld, was struggling with something else entirely.
The need to make a living.
"Fifty million yen. That's it. Tatsumaki, Child Emperor—I'm heading out."
Saitama announced proudly, before diving into a swirling black hole.
Leaving behind two frustrated heroes.
[Ding! Esteemed Saitama, the next world traversal is into Marvel's Captain America: Civil War.]
[Ding! First mission initializing…]
(End of Chapter)
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