Something Happened

A few days later, at the Hero Association headquarters, in Sekingar's office.

Smack! Tatsumaki slammed her small hand on the table in front of Sekingar, her face dark.

"Where is that Heartless Hero now?" Tatsumaki asked coldly, her tone aggressive. "You know his address, don't you?"

Sekingar looked embarrassed and wanted to explain.

"This person has brought considerable Omokage to the Association. Although I, this young lady, have always been unwilling to get involved in such messy matters, but... as the second-ranked S-class hero, I feel it is necessary for me to set an example. Relying solely on people like you is simply unreliable."

After saying that, he raised his hand, his finger already poking at Sekingar's nose.

"Especially you... I heard you've been protecting him and defending him, and now you won't even let me access the information. What exactly is your relationship with him?"

"Tatsumaki ..." Sekingar opened his mouth as if to speak.

Before he could finish uttering just two words, Sekingar, who was sitting in the chair, and his assistant were suddenly suspended in mid-air.

The Tatsumaki opposite her crossed her arms, expressionless, and arrogantly raised her chin. "I don't want to hear your explanation. Answer my question now, or I'll throw both of you off the building."

"..."

Sekingar.

A few minutes later, Tatsumaki looked a little smug, tossed her hair, leaving Sekingar with only the back of her head, and flew out of the room.

"Sir..."

The assistant next to him pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The fact that Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash have lost their memories is already known to many high-ranking members of the Association; it's not a secret.

Only the two parties involved were kept in the dark.

Given Tatsumaki's personality, even if you told her the truth, she might not believe it.

"Find a way to contact him quickly."

Sekingar immediately gave the order.

"But... Heartless Hero's phone is always switched off. Sending someone now wouldn't be fast enough to outrun Tatsumaki..."

"..."

However, what Sekingar didn't know was that Tatsumaki hadn't yet come looking for Oboro again.

Another busybody had already set his sights on Oboro and, before Tatsumaki could, found him in person.

A supermarket entrance in Z-City.

As Long Gang walked out of the store with a bottle of juice in his hand, he was stopped by a luxury van that had been parked in front of him.

The car door opened automatically, and a handsome young man with long light blue hair sat in the parking space with his legs crossed, staring at him coldly.

A-rank hero, Sweet Mask.

Although she didn't care much about public opinion about her, she still disguised herself by wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask when she went out.

This can avoid some trouble.

For example, if you're walking down the street and someone recognizes you and throws a rotten egg or spits on you, it will definitely affect your mood.

"Come up here, I have something to tell you."

Sweet Mask spoke in a commanding tone, his voice icy.

How did you recognize me?

Long took off her mask and smiled gently.

"What I want to know, the Association can't hide from me," Sweet Mask urged. "Come on up!"

"Sorry, I have something to do."

Long waved his hand, walked around the front of the car, and prepared to leave.

He had no interest in dealing with these minor characters.

Apart from Saitama, everyone else was... insignificant in his eyes.

Seeing that Oboro was so tactless, Sweet Mask instantly revealed a murderous aura in his eyes, and his facial features tightened.

He stepped out of the carriage in one swift motion, his figure flashing as he blocked Long's path.

"I've already met Genos ... I heard you have a good relationship with him, and judging from your reaction just now, you should know me."

It has to be said that Sweet Mask's appearance is indeed quite handsome. With his blue hair, handsome features, and outfit, he seems to be radiant under the sunlight.

"You'd better not push your luck... I'm already being very polite by talking to you nicely and giving you a chance to redeem yourself." Sweet Mask said indifferently, "Making you an S-class hero was a decision made by those idiots in the Association, and it doesn't mean you actually have privileges beyond other hero ranks... Becoming an S-class hero isn't that hard to achieve, so you'd better face reality."

Long laughed.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that... It's quite a novel experience.

It wasn't that he didn't mind Sweet Mask's 'ignorance,' but this attitude still sounded... jarring and unpleasant.

"Do you want to know why Sekingar insisted on making me an S-class hero, and why she hasn't 'taken action' against me even when everyone was condemning me?" Oboro and Sweet Mask looked at each other and smiled slightly. "Want to know? I can tell you."

Oboro's smile made Sweet Mask frown, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

He flexed his wrists, ready to make his move.

Since the Association doesn't intend to regulate, he doesn't mind doing it for them.

However, before that, he would be happy to hear Oboro's answer.

"This is the answer."

Oboro spoke slowly.

The next second, a strange light seemed to burst forth in his eyes, a kind of dark green light like the sparks that fly up.

"Ah!"

Then, Sweet Mask froze.

His expression suddenly went blank...

My consciousness was momentarily clouded by hallucinations... as if I had seen something terrifying.

He shouted.

"Aaaaaah!"

Then, the cries grew increasingly pitiful and desperate.

His handsome appearance, too, seemed to peel away eerily, like melting ice cream.

It revealed its originally ugly and hideous true form.

Long's smile remained unchanged. He ignored the strange man paralyzed on the ground, his limbs trembling, and simply walked past him, disappearing into the distance.

If Oboro wanted to become a hero, he would naturally do his best to take on the responsibility.

The problem is that he became a hero because of Sekingar's scheming and manipulation... and he also took advantage of his relationship with Saitama, playing the emotional card.

He had already made his stance clear... but the other party just wouldn't listen, and there was nothing Oboro could do.

Given his personality, it's already quite good that he didn't get really angry about these frequent harassments.

"I suddenly have a bad feeling... what's going on?"

After shaking off Sweet Mask, Oboro walked down the street, suddenly frowned, and stopped in his tracks.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Genos is cleaning Oboro's room.

This was the second time he had cleaned the Oboro Apartment.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't rummage through personal items like wardrobes, and when cleaning, he would simply tidy up some odds and ends and wipe the floor.

However, today... he discovered that Oboro's wardrobe was not closed properly, and a lot of dust would drift into the wardrobe when he cleaned it, so he thought of reaching out to close the wardrobe door.

Then...

Then he saw a black suit hanging in the closet.

Genos didn't pay any attention to it at first glance.

But after closing the cabinet door, he started cleaning and continued for several minutes... as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Suddenly his expression changed.

He stopped working, got up, left the room, and went to call Saitama.

"Teacher!"

Soon, the master and apprentice returned to Oboro's room together.

He looked at the black suit that Genos had taken out and spread out on the ground.

Saitama is losing his composure...

He suddenly remembered that Oboro had indeed worn this black suit when he first moved into the apartment, more than once, but he didn't wear it much after that.