A Day in the Life of a Baldy

The next morning, Saitama heard noises coming from next door as people left.

"Did they leave?"

He sighed softly.

I can't believe I'm having insomnia...

By the way, this person must also be unemployed. Instead of staying at home, why is he going out to work?

If you're an office worker, you shouldn't be in such a sorry state, right?

Without thinking too much, he turned over and drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened again by strange noises. He glanced at the clock and saw it was 11 a. m. He got up, yawning, and pushed open the door to find a large amount of new furniture and various appliances piled up in front of Oboro's house... Saitama was stunned by what he saw.

From the time Long left home to the time she returned, it only took two hours.

This person went out to buy household supplies... The key question is, how did they manage to bring back so much stuff all by themselves?

And... these items don't look cheap at all.

Isn't this guy just as poor and destitute as I am?

Saitama opened the door a crack and peeked at the situation outside, his mind filled with suspicion.

This guy... there's something wrong with him!

"Good morning."

Oboro noticed Saitama and greeted him with a smile as he picked up the box.

Good morning.

Saitama pushed the door open completely and responded somewhat awkwardly.

"Um... do you need any help?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Thanks, I can handle it myself."

Long expressed her gratitude.

Saitama heard this and didn't say anything more, then went back to his room.

A moment later, he put on his 'uniform,' the yellow fitted suit given to him by the owner of the clothing store... and then went out to begin his daily routine. Saitama currently has two main sources of income: part-time jobs to earn extra money and exchanging bounties for wanted criminals. He's been doing part-time work since he started training after losing his job, while he discovered the method of catching wanted criminals when he was living in the 'Criminal Department Store' and had to pay the old lady's rent.

However, catching criminals is not the main source of income.

The majority of my income still comes from part-time jobs.

This way, I can control my time every day and also take care of some weirdos.

He doesn't spend much money normally, mainly because he's struggling financially. He only makes a collective purchase of food rations and some daily necessities on Saturdays and Sundays.

Because these two days are discount and promotional days, various shopping malls and supermarkets will be holding events.

"Shall we go out?"

As he closed the door and passed by his neighbor's door, the door opened, and Long, now dressed in a suit, prepared to go out.

The two bumped into each other by sheer coincidence.

"Um."

Saitama nodded, then looked at Oboro and asked the question that had been bothering him, "Are you really staying here because you're broke?"

Because... no matter how you look at it, the man in the suit and tie in front of you is a typical office worker.

Different from oneself.

Long grinned, but didn't answer.

Saitama understood immediately, "Well... it doesn't matter."

Then, the two walked side by side downstairs together.

Long noticed the bald man's discomfort, so at an intersection, he deliberately took a side road.

Saitama gave his retreating figure a meaningful look before turning and leaving.

Oboro's current appearance is exactly the same as when she was One Piece.

However, he had all the scars on his face healed to avoid causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Due to the Saitama Limiter, Oboro planned to secretly spy on the bald man's life to see if he could find any clues.

Therefore, it's definitely necessary to stick close to Saitama.

And while we're at it, let's make some more money.

Money is no problem for Long. He can just find a few people on the street who look rich, use his abilities, and they will obediently hand over their wallets. If he wants, he can even easily install any kind of background for himself.

For example, making some important figures his puppets.

But this One-Punch Man, I'm going to focus on a relaxed approach... so I won't consider any unnecessary 'moves' for now.

Moments later, after leaving the no-man's-land, Saitama took off running, his supersonic sprint leaving a faint trail of 'smoke' across the city's landscape. In the world of One-Punch Man, human settlements are similar to those in One- Hunter x Hunter, situated on a single supercontinental plate—a complete region pieced together from various cities. Beyond this plateau lies the ocean, with no other landmasses. And the size of each city is astonishing.

It's impossible for an ordinary person to explore the entire city in a single day, but for Saitama, his daily activity range is clearly the entire supercontinent.

He can reach any city on the mainland in a very short time... which makes it even more convenient for him to buy discounted items on promotional days.

After all, the scale and variety of promotions that a single city can offer on weekends are quite limited.

The bald guy targets the shops with the best value for money and the lowest prices on the entire continent.

On the ground, Saitama darted away at top speed...

High in the sky, Long followed closely.

After running for more than ten minutes, Saitama suddenly stopped on the ground, a strange feeling rising in his heart, and looked around.

He felt... as if something was watching him.

But after searching around, he didn't see anyone.

Z-City is located in the upper left corner of the continent. The area from Z-City to U-City is mainly mountainous and forested. He was currently in the wilderness, with no one around... and nowhere to hide. So... Saitama couldn't understand where this sense of disharmony came from.

After thinking for a moment, he continued running.

If he doesn't hurry, he'll run out of time... He needs to get to his part-time job.

However, the more Saitama ran, the more panicked he became, and he stopped several times along the way.

Because the 'sense of being spied on' hadn't left, but instead lingered around him, it made his expression grow increasingly dark... This was something that had never happened before.

"Who?"

Saitama rubbed his teeth, his head spinning wildly.

The veins on his forehead were showing.

He was very unhappy about being stared at so openly.

"In the sky?"

A moment later, Saitama suddenly looked up at the sea of clouds floating overhead.

The line of sight begins to capture...

But the 'source' was not found either.

In the end, it ran away in a flash.

In the air, Long's lips twitched.

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

That's too perceptive.

He had tried his best to 'conceal' his senses... Saitama was still able to detect him, and his gaze did briefly lock onto the location where he was hiding, but he was hidden behind a thick cloud of mist, so the bald man couldn't see him.

"These limiters are way too strict..."

Long murmured.

Two hours later, Oboro followed Saitama to T-City.

The two 'traveled' between X-City and S-City. T-City is the smallest city in the entire Human Supercontinent plate... Oboro's impression of this city was only of a dark family composed of Dragon-level monsters, and that it might be Genos's former hometown.

On a pedestrian street, a bald man was holding a large bunch of balloons, handing them out to passing children and handing them cards.

Judging from the bald man's expression and mechanical movements, this guy was working like a 'walking corpse'.

He sat on a bench a few hundred meters away, hidden in the crowd, watching people cross their legs and drink juice.

He wasn't worried that Saitama would discover him.

However, the bald man remained very alert, and during his work, his dull eyes turned sharp several times as he searched his surroundings.

After handing out all the balloons and cards, it was almost 5 p. m.

An old man with a receding hairline walked up to Saitama with an arrogant air and started berating him. Saitama seemed honest and somewhat indifferent. Then, the man tossed Saitama a small banknote and a few coins.

After receiving his wages, Saitama seemed to want to ask his boss if there would be any more part-time jobs like this, but he was scolded by his boss, who was clearly very dissatisfied with his work performance.

He eventually left, grumbling and cursing.

Saitama had made a fool of himself... but he didn't seem to be affected at all.

Clearly, he was already used to this kind of life.

Immediately afterwards, Saitama swaggered away.

"So this is his day..."

Sitting some distance away, Oboro threw the empty juice bottle into the trash can and couldn't help but say something.

Too ordinary...

'Ordinary'... just like Saitama himself.