A few hours later, at Bald Demon King's home.
Genos and Saitama sat across from each other at the low table inside, staring wide-eyed at one another.
After a long silence, Bald Demon King finally took a deep breath and pushed forward the battered teacup he had once used to entertain Allen.
"Finish drinking and go home! I don't take disciples!"
"Huh? Your injuries healed that quickly?"
"Yeah! Most of my body is mechanical. As long as I have spare replacement parts, I can be repaired immediately." Genos patted his chest as he answered.
Having witnessed firsthand how easily the man before him had one-hit killed the monster he himself could not defeat, he had resolved to become his disciple and learn how to grow stronger.
After all, only by obtaining immense strength could he take revenge on the enemy that had destroyed his homeland.
"Mechanical? You really are pretty strange." A surprised expression appeared on Saitama's face.
This guy had never had any interest in machinery, technology, or anything similar, so he had no idea that cyborgs—lifeforms that were half-human and half-machine—existed in this world.
To be precise, aside from twenty-four-hour rolling news, he hardly watched any other programs. His lifestyle was practically that of a seventy- or eighty-year-old man.
But Genos clearly knew none of this. Instead, he curiously pressed on, "What parts do you use, Master?"
In a cyborg's inherent understanding, anyone possessing such powerful and terrifying strength must surely have undergone mechanical modification like him.
"I don't use any parts!" Saitama denied it without even thinking.
"Huh? Then the flesh-colored armor on your head is..." Genos raised a hand and pointed at Bald Demon King's head.
"It's just flesh." Saitama instinctively touched his smooth, bald scalp.
Genos's expression changed dramatically as he stroked his chin and