The Lost Little Girl

"That person should have gone back by now, right?"

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

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

Then, glancing at Long, who had lifted the pot lid and was preparing to "eat heartily," he asked, "I said... who exactly did you offend?"

"You weren't here this morning, and several people came one after another, almost blowing up this apartment building."

"It's alright, we've made up."

Long raised her smiling face.

"Reconciliation? So quickly?"

"You weren't here this morning, were you out taking care of this?"

"Um."

Saitama was stunned. "So you're going to continue living here?"

"Of course... I've bought quite a lot of things, and I think living here is pretty good."

Upon hearing this answer, Saitama nodded.

If Oboro really wants to leave, he won't stop him... After all, he doesn't have the right to interfere in other people's lives.

"Ah, right!"

Suddenly, Saitama seemed to remember something, and his expression turned serious. "Do you remember the ghost I told you about before?"

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

He remained silent and composed.

"I saw him... he was alone."

Saitama gritted his teeth, "I originally wanted to find those two bastards who ruined my pajamas and make them pay for it, but those two were rescued by that cowardly guy." After saying that, the bald man stroked his chin, thinking, "If those two are your enemies... then the person who has been monitoring me should be in cahoots with them."

"So... the reason that mysterious person was spying on me was actually because of you?"

He stared at Long.

"Alright... eat quickly."

Long deliberately changed the subject and urged him on.

"Since you've reconciled... then I don't need to care anymore. But that person gave me a very strong feeling, and I really want to meet him face to face." Saitama said, his eyes seeming to gleam with a light he had never seen before.

Long's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm.

The two of them were enjoying a delicious dinner.

Meanwhile, at the Hero Association, Sekingar went to meet with Flash after learning that Flashy Flash had returned alone.

To Sekingar's astonishment, Flashy Flash seemed to have lost all memory of the task he had previously assigned him. According to Flashy Flash's recollection, he woke up in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by an environment resembling the aftermath of a major battle, but he had no clue whatsoever... Ultimately, he could only rely on his existing memories to return to the Association.

He really wanted to ask Sekingar what had happened.

Upon learning the situation, Sekingar was horrified, but he simply made up a lie to fool Flashy Flash.

He also ordered all staff members to refrain from mentioning the matter in front of Flashy Flash.

Otherwise, given Flashy Flash's personality, he would probably go looking for Oboro again.

In the office, Sekingar sat in his chair, gazing at the night sky outside the window.

Flashy Flash was clearly defeated; he was no match for Oboro... However, considering that the latter did not harm Flashy Flash, Oboro's personality seems to be rather positive.

This put his mind at ease a little.

"Even Flashy Flash couldn't handle him..."

Sekingar squinted.

Flashy Flash was most likely erased of his memory by the target using that strange ability to control other people's minds.

At that moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The second S-rank hero, Tatsumaki, arrives uninvited.

This one is currently their Association's undisputed star and strongest hero.

What brings you here?

Sekingar turned his chair around and exclaimed in surprise.

"Snort."

Tatsumaki crossed her arms, first giving a haughty snort, then raising her small hand to brush her green curly hair aside. "What a bunch of useless trash... The Association really can't function without me."

"..."

Sekingar looked embarrassed; clearly, Tatsumaki knew about Flashy Flash.

"That vain and self-important guy... he's supposed to be an S-class hero, but he lost so badly. Doesn't that make all of us S-class heroes lose face?" Tatsumaki said, expressing her thoughts.

"Well..."

Sekingar pondered for a moment, "Judging from the fact that the opponent was able to defeat Flashy Flash, his strength is somewhat unfathomable. I think this matter... should be considered more carefully..."

"I have limited time... I'll make a trip while I have the chance."

To everyone's surprise, Tatsumaki had no desire to listen to him any further. She simply tossed her head and walked away in her high heels.

As he walked, he kept complaining, "None of them are reliable..."

"Tatsumaki".

Sekingar quickly got up, wanting to persuade him.

Unfortunately, the door was already closed.

Soon, Tatsumaki flew alone over Z-City, and after determining its direction, headed straight for the uninhabited area on the outskirts of Z-City.

Meanwhile, Oboro and Saitama had finished their meal and were lying on the ground, scratching their bellies, looking quite lazy.

"I said... I bought the ingredients and I cooked the meal, so you should clean up the table and dishes, right? Don't you know how to behave?" Oboro and Saitama had a rare argument, and Oboro urged him sarcastically.

"I'm a guest, how can I let a guest clean the house... Besides, your enemies came knocking today, if it weren't for me, you..."

Saitama, picking his nose, remained unmoved as he retorted.

Just as Long was about to make a few sarcastic remarks to the bald man, his gaze suddenly drifted toward the doorway.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

Do you have guests?

Saitama was taken aback.

Long shook his head.

Who would come here so late at night?

"Could it be one of your enemies?"

The bald man immediately became serious.

"I'm pretty sure my problem is solved."

Long said, word by word.

Saitama got up, stepped forward, and pushed open the door.

There stood a little girl with green hair outside, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Lost?"

Saitama looked at the unfamiliar little girl and muttered something.

"You bald guy, get out of the way!"

However, Tatsumaki didn't give Saitama a friendly look. She had sensed there were two people in the house from the start, and the person who opened the door was clearly not the one she was looking for. With a reprimand, Tatsumaki shoved Saitama aside and, as if she were in her own home, walked straight into the living room without a word.

Saitama, standing behind her, froze, then pointed to himself...

"Bald bastard?" Was that an insult? "Hmph... it's you, the guy who beat up Flashy Flash during the day."

Sure enough, as soon as she entered, Tatsumaki spotted her target.

A man named Oboro.

"Are all kids these days so rude?" Saitama finally snapped out of his daze, realizing the girl was looking down on his appearance, and spoke in a condescending tone. Then, a sudden inspiration struck Saitama; he clapped his hands and looked at his neighbor with some surprise.

"Oboro...you..."

"She..."

"Could she be... your daughter?"

Tatsumaki had already raised her finger, pointing it at Oboro without any hesitation, ready to convey her command.

Upon hearing this...

Her whole face immediately fell.

Child?

Daughter?

Immediately afterwards, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she became extremely angry.

She immediately turned her 'gun' on Saitama, stomped her foot, and yelled furiously, "You bald bastard, are you blind? Where do you see me as a child?" Then, she waved her hand, pointing at Oboro beside her, "How could I possibly have anything to do with someone like that? Open your dog eyes and take a good look! This young lady is the second-ranked S-class Hero Association, the Trembling Tatsumaki!!!"

Despite its short stature, Tatsumaki has a surprisingly loud voice.

This outburst of curses not only caused spittle to fly everywhere, but also made Saitama cover his ears.

Seeing Tatsumaki puffing up her cheeks and looking like she'd just finished throwing a tantrum, Saitama tilted his head and stared at Oboro. "Indeed, it seems I misunderstood. Your hair color and pupils are different... you're clearly not related."

After saying that, she asked, "She said her name was Juan, do you know her?"

After thinking for a moment, his brow furrowed, he finally replied after several seconds, "I don't know him. Who is he?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Tatsumaki stood there dumbfounded, as if her soul had been ripped from this world.