The Lost Little Girl

"Has that person gone back already?"

That evening, Saitama and Oboro sat across from each other, eating sukiyaki.

The bald man glanced out the window and muttered to himself.

Then he looked at Oboro, who had lifted the lid off the pot and was about to dig in. "Say... just who did you piss off?"

"This morning, while you were gone, several people came by one after another. They nearly blew this whole apartment building up."

"It's fine now. We've already made up."

Oboro smiled.

"Made up? That fast?"

"You were gone early this morning to handle that?"

"Yeah."

Saitama froze. "And you still want to keep living here?"

"Of course... I've bought quite a lot of stuff for this place, and I think it's pretty nice living here."

Hearing that answer, Saitama nodded.

If Oboro really wanted to leave, he would not stop him... after all, he had no right to interfere with someone else's life.

"Ah, right!"

Suddenly remembering something, Saitama's expression turned serious. "Do you remember that ghost I told you about?"

"Didn't you say it had already been purified...?"

Oboro remained perfectly calm.

"I saw him... he was a person."

Saitama gritted his teeth. "I was going to find those two bastards who ruined my pajamas and make them pay, but those two were rescued by that guy who wouldn't show his face." As he spoke, the bald man rubbed his chin in thought. "If those two are your enemies... then the person who's been watching me must be on their side."

"In other words... that mysterious person was watching me because of you?"

He stared at Oboro.

"Enough... eat up."

Oboro deliberately changed the subject and urged him on.

"Since you've made up, there's no need for me to care anymore. But that person felt