Denying It to the Bitter End

"Judging from the time you mentioned being monitored, it coincides perfectly with the time when Mr. Oboro moved into the apartment."

"Moreover, when we broke into the House of Evolution, considering what that Asura Kabuto and Genus said, he was indeed the most likely person. After all, Mr. Oboro could be the one who knew the address of the House of Evolution and the time we broke in."

Inside the room, Genos was analyzing the situation logically and with evidence.

After saying that, he muttered to himself, "We never expected that the mysterious man in the suit was Mr. Oboro... During the hero evaluation, even you, teacher, said that his strength was outstanding, so it's no wonder that the Association rated him as an S-class hero. Now that the pressure inside and outside the Association is so great, a few high-ranking members, such as Sekingar, are still trying to protect him... They must know more about Mr. Oboro's true strength."

"As a teacher, your neighbor and friend, and someone who lives in the same apartment building as you, it's natural to subconsciously overlook him."

"Oh no, no, no!"

Saitama realized what was happening and shook his head.

"If it was Oboro, why would he spy on me? He could have just told me directly."

"Besides, I didn't even know him before he moved into the apartment... Why would he spy on me? There's no reason for it."

"Too."

Genos nodded. "Unless, he has some ulterior motive for moving into this apartment, then his intentions are not pure either."

"However, judging from your description, since moving into this apartment, Mr. Oboro seems to prefer staying at home even more than you do, and seems to be doing nothing all day long... It doesn't seem like he has any plans at all."

"So, there's only one way to find out the answer."

"What method?"

Saitama was taken aback.

"Ask him directly, confront him face to face!"

"Genos said in a deep voice."

"..."

Saitama paused for a moment, then nodded seriously.

Then, the master and disciple sat Fuza on the ground, waiting for Oboro's return.

He stared at the 'evidence' before him, dressed in a black suit.

As soon as Long sensed something was wrong, she knew that something must have happened to her.

His intuition is not what most people call a sixth sense.

Having cultivated to such a level, even the slightest ripple in one's heart must have a reason.

"No one and nothing in this world, no cause and effect, is enough to give me such a strong feeling of excitement... There is only one factor, and that is Saitama." Oboro walked on the road and took a sip of juice. He knew that something must have happened to him.

After all, once he joined One-Punch Man, he completely relaxed and his actions were no longer as meticulous as before.

"The only reason I would feel this way about baldness is... that my identity has been exposed."

Long smiled.

Upon realizing this, his thoughts followed the clues and he found the reason.

It seems that his black suit was not stored in the system's inventory, but was placed in the closet.

Most likely... Genos discovered it.

Since Saitama wouldn't enter his room without permission, Genos had cleaned his house before, it's likely the same this time.

The cyborg claimed he was helping Saitama repay a favor, but he had already begun to have doubts about himself... Saitama's mind has never been so sharp when it comes to such trivial matters, while Genos, in order to help his teacher find the man in the suit, after learning about his relationship and past with Saitama, wouldn't be as foolish as Saitama.

"You're only finding out now... how are we going to cover this up..."

With a slight smile playing on his lips, he returned to the no-man's-land.

Time passed little by little.

Inside the room, Saitama and Genos were getting impatient.

Saitama kept swinging his thighs and constantly changing his sitting position.

"Where has this guy gone again?!" Saitama complained.

"He probably went out to buy juice... I noticed his fridge is empty."

"Genos answered from the side."

At that moment, the two of them suddenly sat up straight, because they heard approaching footsteps.

"The prisoner is back!"

Saitama and Genos exchanged a glance, communicating silently.

Then the door opened, and Oboro walked in with a smile on her face, dressed in casual clothes.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Saitama with his back to him, arms crossed, and Genos kneeling opposite him with a serious expression... On the floor between the two lay a black suit. The atmosphere in the room was somewhat eerie... or rather, a bit dull and oppressive.

"Just as I thought."

Seeing all this, Oboro understood.

What brings you two here?

Long showed a surprised expression, trying to get away with it.

"Genos... did you clean my room again? Thank you so much."

As he spoke, he took off his shoes in the entryway and stepped into the living room. "Isn't this my suit? Why was it taken out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Saitama, who was sitting on the ground, looked up and his dead fish eyes narrowed, as if he was re-examining him and looking him up and down.

What are you doing?

Long pretended not to know and asked.

"Mr. Oboro!"

At this moment, Genos suddenly stood up solemnly, pointed to the 'evidence' at his feet, and said, "Please explain!"

"Explain what?"

"You're the mysterious man in the suit that my teacher and I have been looking for, right? The one who killed the Asura Kabuto at the House of Evolution... and the criminal who has been spying on my teacher and monitoring him all along."

"Hey, hey... what are you saying?"

"I'm completely confused," Long exclaimed.

Please answer my question directly!

Genos reiterated, "In terms of time, strength, and this evidence, the only person who meets the criteria is you, Mr. Oboro... Moreover, regarding strength, based on what I know, including your performance during the hero assessment, it should be far from your full strength... And I trust the teacher's judgment."

"You've always given him a special feeling. The fact that you can do this means you must be extraordinary!"

After speaking, Genos looked at Saitama.

"Although I only caught a quick glance and couldn't see clearly... but judging from your height and build, you do look a lot like me..." Saitama stood up and started circling around Oboro, scrutinizing her.

"What are you two up to? What mysterious man in a suit... what are you talking about?"

Long continued to play dumb, but in reality he was overjoyed.

This feeling of teasing Saitama... is quite interesting.

"This suit is just my old uniform from when I used to work..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Genos lit up a phone screen. "I asked the Association to check the shopping malls you used to frequent. You love orange and strawberry juice, and the special brands you buy are only available in those few malls... So, I believe that most of your spending is fixed in those few places, and it has become a habit."

"Sure enough... by filtering through the purchase records, I found your receipt."

"This suit was purchased a few days before you moved into your apartment. In other words, it's still new and not a work uniform at all. You're lying."

"..."

Long's lips twitched slightly. "Judging from the timeline, those shopping malls have been open since then, and all the purchase data combined must amount to at least several million... You actually found them?"

"Mr. Oboro, please don't underestimate my calculation ability."

"Sigh... It's the power of technology again. This is indeed my weakness... I've experienced the surprises that technology brings me several times." Long spread his hands, still not intending to admit guilt even at this point. "Indeed, I bought this suit on short notice... but I really don't understand what you two are talking about. It's just a suit... what's so strange about it?"

"Hazy."

At that moment, Saitama, who was standing next to him, suddenly shouted something.

"Um?"

"Put this suit on, let me take a look."

"..."

"It's so hot... and why would I wear formal attire at home? It's so strange."