Game Suppression

"Heh heh... I had my reasons."

Oboro brushed him off.

"What reasons?"

Normally, anyone with tact would have stopped asking after hearing that. But Saitama immediately pressed on.

"..."

Oboro looked at him and sat down cross-legged as well.

"...Sigh. Actually, I came here because I'm being hunted... The other side is very powerful. In a normal social environment, they'd probably kill me. But in a dangerous area where monsters appear, they naturally wouldn't dare come looking for me... This uninhabited zone is quite famous in Z-City." Oboro lied without even blinking.

"Is that so..."

Saitama nodded as if he half understood. "If they're a bunch of bad guys, I can help you."

"No need."

Oboro shook his head and refused outright.

"By the way... You came looking for me this late at night. You must have something to ask, right?"

Seeing the bald man wanted to keep dwelling on the subject, Oboro immediately changed the topic.

"Uh..."

Caught off guard, Saitama looked a little awkward.

Then, he coughed solemnly, suddenly glanced back at the night sky beyond the window, leaned his upper body closer, and whispered, "Oboro... Have you noticed anything unusual since you started living here?"

"Something unusual?"

Oboro paused.

"I mean... something dirty. Haven't you felt that, in secret, some 'strange thing' seems to be watching your every move?"

Saitama spoke word by word, sounding utterly serious.

Seeing how grave his expression was, Oboro immediately understood.

"I didn't feel anything at first, but now that you mention it, it does seem like there's something."

Oboro played along.

"Right?!"

Saitama's eyes immediately lit up.

"Do you know any special people who do exorcism work?"

So that was it.

Oboro now understood why the bald man had come looking for him.

He hadn't expected that a few days of