Saitama was obviously a meat lover.
As he walked past the buffet counter, he picked out all kinds of meat dishes he normally never got to eat.
Freshly seared steak, braised lamb chops, fried chicken legs.
The only non-meat food was the golden fries.
Because fries were his faith.
"You—"
Madara Uchiha was about to say something when he saw Saitama unable to resist putting a fry into his mouth.
[Crunch!]
The instant he bit through the fry.
Its crispy shell split the morning mist like golden lightning, while its soft interior became molten lava that burst across his tongue!
The scarlet storm of ketchup swept through his mouth.
Saitama felt as though his taste buds were strings struck by a hundred thousand volts, trembling madly.
The tingling that shot up his spine filled him with heartfelt delight.
In a daze, he seemed to see potato spirits dancing before his eyes amid a whirl of fragrant oil.
Fortunately, he had only eaten one. The sensation came quickly and faded just as fast.
"There are fries this delicious in the world?!"
Saitama stared in disbelief at the remaining fries on his plate, along with the other foods still glowing faintly.
Seeing his expression, Madara Uchiha's lips curled slightly.
"Heh heh. Eat it a few more times, and you'll get used to it."
"The first time really does give you a bit of a shock. You should be prepared to keep your mind under control."
Saitama had only eaten one fry.
Once he got to those meat dishes, he would probably have to endure several more shocks before adapting.
Madara Uchiha—no, rather, everyone from the World Government present here had gone through the same thing.
Jiwei and Mata were the exceptions.
They had been constantly traveling outside and truly had never had