Making a Move in Person

"Huh? You want me to invite some nobody who just popped up out of nowhere?"

A short while later, Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash gathered in Sekingar's office.

When they learned that Sekingar wanted to recruit someone to become an S-class hero, they couldn't help but feel a little curious.

It's important to understand that among these S-class heroes, aside from King, who achieved S-class status through an astonishing rise in a short period, every single one of them has an impressive track record in terms of fan popularity, strength, and achievements to reach their current position. Otherwise, why, in the few years since the Association was founded and has countless heroes under its command, are there only about ten S-class heroes? King only recently became an S-class hero, and now another one has emerged...

However, when she learned that Sekingar wanted one of them to invite that guy named Oboro, the proud Tatsumaki immediately got angry.

She's ranked second in the S-class. With Blast out, she's undoubtedly the Association's signature hero.

Why would someone as important as her lower herself to find a nobody?

Are you kidding me?!

Hey... I'm talking to you!

Tatsumaki, her nose and eyes nonsensical, pointed a finger directly at Sekingar, scolding him, "Can you please wake up? Putting aside whether this person is S-rank or not, even if he had S-rank strength... he'd still be trash in front of me. The Hero Association has me, that's enough... there's no need for them to go through all that trouble to recruit new people. If he wants to join, he can follow the procedures and take the Hero Exam... the Association has so many things to handle every day, I'm very busy too... I'm warning you, don't come to me with these trivial matters again."

"Otherwise... I'll get angry!"

Tatsumaki sprayed Sekingar, the Association leader, without any politeness. After speaking, she flicked her long green hair with her small hand, gave Sekingar the back of her head, and then arrogantly turned and walked away.

Sekingar's expression was stiff.

Actually, he didn't want to look for Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash, but it seemed that only these two were available at the moment.

Although he wasn't the best candidate, Sekingar had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to discuss it.

After all, in today's society, the fame and public support of S-class heroes are absolutely dwarfed by those of A-class and B-class heroes.

To ensure success, it would be best to have an S-class hero persuade Oboro.

After all, this Oboro seemed completely different from King... Not only was he quite mysterious, but he also showed no inclination to become a hero. Most importantly, Sekingar felt that this person gave him a dangerous feeling. It didn't seem like someone who could be approached rashly by sending a few subordinates.

Sekingar's gaze shifted to a handsome man with long blond hair, delicate features, and a striking appearance, who was sitting in a chair to the side.

Flashy Flash crossed his legs, looking calm.

He was looking down, admiring his beautiful fingernails...

"I agree with what Tatsumaki just said." Flashy Flash slowly stood up, clearly preparing to leave as well. However, before leaving, he felt it necessary to remind Sekingar, "An S-class hero isn't someone the Association can just let join on a whim... First, they need our recognition. Just like King... King's record is dazzling, and from the first moment we met him, our intuition told us that this person is quite powerful. Therefore, he is fully qualified to be on par with us."

"And on your desk, that guy named Oboro... even though the Association recruited him, we haven't recognized him."

"Of course, we have no right to interfere with the Association's arrangements... I'm just kindly telling you that forcing this kind of person to associate with us will cause him a lot of trouble."

"Perhaps, after seeing us, he will withdraw on his own soon."

After saying this, Flashy Flash walked away.

"Wait a moment."

Sekingar quickly got up and called out to him.

Compared to Tatsumaki's personality... Flashy Flash is, in any case, relatively 'reasonable'.

The number and danger level of strange people appearing around the world have been rising steadily recently, which makes Sekingar extremely worried... He really doesn't want to miss out on such a good combat unit.

"Flashy Flash... consider it a favor you did for me on your own, so I owe you one."

Sekingar said solemnly.

Flashy Flash glanced back at him.

"You can act as an examiner. If this person doesn't qualify to become an S-class hero, you can eliminate him on the spot... Wouldn't that be perfect? Besides, this won't take much time at all; it's just a matter of you meeting him... You can treat it as a task assigned to you by the Association, and you'll be paid."

Upon hearing this, Flashy Flash frowned.

He wasn't very interested in this... However, since Sekingar, the current leader of the Association, had said so, he was happy to give him some face.

"There's no other way... I'll just have to go."

Flashy Flash agreed.

Before leaving, he said coldly, "Let me tell you in advance, besides eliminating him, if this person does anything outrageous, I might kill him."

"..."

Sekingar was speechless.

The personalities of these S-class heroes are all so distinct.

Many of them are difficult to communicate with.

However, the fact that Flashy Flash was willing to help really relieved him.

Hopefully... it will succeed.

Two days later, on a sunny morning, Long was awakened from her sleep by noises coming from outside her apartment.

Knowing he wouldn't last long in the world of One-Punch Man, he simply stopped training.

In just a few months, the improvement brought about by the practice was negligible.

The higher the level of Qi Refining, the more difficult it is to break through.

It's better to just lie down completely... eat and drink as you please, sleep in late, and so on.

"Well..."

Lying on the bamboo mat, Oboro blinked and perceived the scene as Saitama beating up a monster downstairs.

Several underground people emerged from the ground.

They threatened to destroy the human world and such.

Oboro was particularly impressed by these underground people. In the original work, the bald man fought fiercely with them in his sleep, which was thrilling to watch... but the reality was quite the opposite.

Soon, the noise outside the door subsided.

Long stretched and got out of bed, started washing up, and turned on the TV to see what had happened in the past two days.

"Um?"

However, just after washing her face, Oboro suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, Saitama, still in his pajamas and walking upstairs, squinted and looked up at the sky.

There are two black dots in the sky.

It seems to be... human...

"This is it... right?"

In the air, a fat man with a bloated face wore a piece of technological equipment, like a mechanical exoskeleton, with a rapidly spinning propeller hanging above his head, which enabled him to fly. Beside him was a companion, who floated in mid-air and seemed to possess some kind of ability.

"Hmm... that's right... just like in the photo, and the location is correct too, the third floor of that apartment building, the second door from the left."

"Good."

The fat man let out a sinister laugh.

Then, he opened a box in his hand, picked up a weapon that looked like a rocket launcher, and began to aim.

"Hey... there's someone... and it's a bald guy."

"This doesn't seem to be the target..."

"Are there other people living here?"

The fat man spotted Saitama standing in the apartment porch and gasped.

"Never mind that, just launch it!"

"My companion urged me on."

"Good."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, the rocket launcher instantly spewed out thick smoke, and a precision missile immediately shot towards the apartment below.

Saitama then realized that the black dots in the sky were human.

Seeing that it was firing a weapon at him, he just felt strange... Was it an enemy?

But he didn't know the other person at all.

Just as the rocket was about to hit the wall, Saitama immediately launched himself into the air, grabbed it with his bare hands, and crushed the missile in mid-air... Then, he landed unharmed.

However, her pajamas were blown to shreds.

The two fat men stared in disbelief, their mouths agape.

Cold sweat poured down my forehead.

Is this a human?!

"Hey, you two... what are you doing?"

After landing, Saitama looked up and shouted with a displeased expression.

"Run!"

However, the two fat men were so shocked by the bald man's terrifying performance that they immediately fled for their lives without saying a word.

Saitama originally didn't plan to pursue it... but...

"Ah! My pajamas!"

"Come back here!!!"

"Buy me my clothes."

Saitama let out a loud shout, and his previously lazy expression instantly turned serious.

With a push of his bare toes, he instantly stirred up a gust of wind and dust in the deserted area.

They arrived directly below the two fat men at near-light speed.

He then planned to leap up and grab the two 'murderers'.

The two fat men were so frightened that their eyes popped out.

His face was deathly pale.

But... just as they were about to be captured by Saitama, suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space where the two were.

Then, a spatial rift was opened by some force.

Saitama was suddenly stunned.

As their bodies surged upwards, the fat man and his companions were drawn into a spatial rift by a mysterious force.

Before Saitama could even grab the fat man's arm, the two of them vanished into thin air.

It was transferred away by spatial forces.

Saitama lost his grip and fell to the ground, his face blank.

In the instant he intersected with the spatial rift, he caught a glimpse of a figure within it.

Most importantly, the other person's subtle... presence made him feel familiar.

"I... I remember now."

A moment later, Saitama clenched his fist.

His expression was gloomy.

No wonder it felt familiar... The feeling it gave him was exactly the same as the 'voyeur' who had been spying on him before! Ghosts, phantoms... the exorcism was all for naught.

The voyeurs are real, and they have never 'left'!