There's a Ghost

Illusion?

It's definitely not an illusion!!!

I'm absolutely certain I've been possessed by something unclean! Is it a ghost? A phantom?

Curse?

The next day, around noon, Saitama left his apartment and stood motionless under the blazing sun.

Facing the ground, his facial features were as black as the bottom of a pot, and his pupils were dilated.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Because... that strange feeling from yesterday has returned!

It felt as if an invisible, burning gaze was 'staring' at him.

He tried to comfort himself before going to bed last night, but as soon as he stepped out the door today, he realized it was true!

I am indeed entangled with something.

This intuition... can't be faked.

But... he searched the entire no-man's-land thoroughly, turning it upside down, and even interrogated a strange man... but got nothing out of it. The no-man's-land where he lived seemed quite 'peaceful,' with nothing unclean about it.

But the problem is... Saitama is already sweating profusely.

The feeling of being watched yesterday... only came after we left the no-man's land. Today, we're already at our doorstep!

What does this mean? That evil spirit already knows where he lives!

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes...

Moreover, it could deceive his senses. In his mind since childhood, this kind of power could only be filth like 'ghosts'.

Although he has always been a materialist... now he has to have doubts.

First of all, he has never killed anyone... but the number of strange people who have died at his hands is already countless.

"Could it be... that those strange people can turn into ghosts?"

A strange thought surfaced in Saitama's mind, and his pupils dilated.

Some were stunned.

"You lot, show your true colors if you dare!"

A moment later, Saitama suddenly turned around, flicked his white cloak, raised his fist, and shouted in a somewhat childish manner.

The shouts echoed through the sky.

But all he received in response was the scorching sun and a gentle breeze.

After standing there for half a minute under the scorching sun, Saitama's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he picked his nose. "Tch, whatever... a coward who doesn't dare to show his face."

He figured it out. Even if it was a ghost, it didn't matter. Although he felt a little uneasy thinking about it, the 'thing' was only spying on him and didn't dare to show itself, which meant it was still afraid of him.

It's just... it will make him very uncomfortable.

Then he strode forward.

Continue with another day of 'heroic work' and look for part-time opportunities.

In the air, Oboro looked at the bald man's figure and smiled slightly.

There was something about Saitama that he was very familiar with.

Lonely.

Those who are extremely powerful will eventually be accompanied by loneliness... because there are too few people who can keep up with them. Perhaps, as they walk along, they suddenly look back and find that there is no one around them, and they are all alone.

That's how it is with Oboro.

The same goes for Saitama.

This sense of loneliness reached its peak back in the Dark Continent.

But now, Oboro has learned to 'make peace with himself'... This is one of the fundamental reasons why he wants to bring resources back to the Hunter x Hunter.

From another perspective... Saitama is pitiful.

Naturally, the same goes for Oboro.

Looking at the world of One-Punch Man, it seems that Saitama is saving humanity time and time again... In reality, it is the appearance of Genos, Fubuki, King, and others who 'save' Saitama time and time again, helping him to find the 'precious things' that are gradually being lost in his 'humanity'.

Their redemption was mutual.

The second day's 'peeping' was still very ordinary... Oboro couldn't see anything related to the 'limiter' on Saitama.

After spying on him for a week, Oboro finally gave up.

Trying to use the 'limiter' to advance the method is basically a dead end.

Just as he guessed, Saitama's limiter is unique.

If anyone else could achieve such a deep connection with the world, this place wouldn't be called 'One-Punch Man'.

Even if he personally asked Saitama about the limiter, Saitama was willing to tell him the truth, he would probably get the same answer as Genos: just daily push-ups, sit-ups, running, etc... meaningless.

In addition, Oboro completely abandoned the resources of the weirdo.

As a result, Long became more relaxed and no longer had to follow the bald man around every day. She could stay at home playing games and shopping when she had nothing to do. Wasn't she living a very comfortable life?

But he never expected that his days of 'surveillance' would put so much psychological pressure on the bald man.

Every day, the moment he stepped out of his house, the feeling of being 'stared' by those burning gazes... almost drove Saitama mad.

Although he initially appeared calm and indifferent, he couldn't help but keep thinking about it and pondering it... As a result, the more he thought about it, the greater the psychological pressure became.

In particular, this unease reached its peak when the bald man had a chilling thought.

"Does this mean... I'll be haunted by this strange feeling for the rest of my life?"

On the last day, Oboro decided that starting tomorrow, he would no longer spy on Saitama's daily life.

It's late at night.

Without warning, there was a knock on his door.

Long glanced at the clock; it was already past midnight.

Before this, he always rushed back just before Saitama... every day, so Saitama naturally wouldn't suspect him.

At this hour, the only person who could be knocking on his door is Saitama.

After all, they were the only two living in the entire apartment building.

Moreover, although they had been living under the same roof for more than a week, the two had hardly communicated at all except for the initial greetings.

Given Saitama's personality, it was quite unexpected for him to suddenly knock on his door so late at night.

"Oboro... are you there? It's Saitama..."

"You're not asleep, are you?"

Long is playing a game.

Hearing the sound, I put down the handle and went to open the door in my pajamas.

As soon as the door opened, Saitama was standing in the doorway with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm surprised," Long said.

"It's nothing. I brought you some things as a gift... After all, we've been neighbors since you moved in... I haven't had a proper visit yet." Saitama scratched his cheek awkwardly with his finger and said in a stiff tone.

He dared not meet Long's gaze.

His face clearly screamed, "I'm up to no good."

Saitama actually took the initiative to socialize with him... Oboro was extremely surprised.

Is this really still the bald demon king? Oboro's gaze shifted downwards and saw a bag that Saitama was carrying, containing 'gifts'.

A... Chinese cabbage.

That's right, it's a head of cabbage.

"..."

Oboro paused for a moment, but quickly recovered and took the gift from Saitama. "Thank you, please come in and sit down."

Then, he stepped aside to let Saitama into the house.

As he closed the door, he turned and went to the refrigerator to get Saitama a drink.

Meanwhile, Saitama was looking around at the furnishings and decor of his room.

Upon seeing the expensive furniture and appliances, Saitama completely believed his suspicions: Oboro was not like him... a down-on-his-luck, marginalized city dweller.

Clearly, they're very rich!

"How did someone like you end up living here?"

After casually sitting down on the mat, Saitama took the juice from Oboro's hand and asked directly.