Everyone Was Excited

Backed into a corner, Oboro could only play dead and fear no boiling water.

Unable to refuse Saitama and his disciple, he put on a suit at their insistence.

The moment the black suit went on, Saitama's pupils began to dilate...

The figure of the friend before him kept overlapping with the mysterious man he had glimpsed through the spacetime rift that day.

No wonder he had felt a trace of familiarity... It wasn't because this person had been spying on him all along, but because he knew him! "Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

"And you still say it wasn't you!"

Saitama immediately jumped to his feet and pointed at Oboro. "It was you... It definitely can't be anyone else!"

"Then... the truth is out!"

Genos clapped once in agreement, staring at Oboro. "Next, Mr. Oboro, please explain why you were following Sensei before, and what unspeakable purpose you had in moving into this apartment."

"There are plenty of people in the world who look alike... You can't just say I'm someone else because I resemble him."

Oboro argued reasonably.

"Liar! Liar! You big fat liar!"

The bald man had completely lost it and kept shouting.

"Whatever you two say, I'm not admitting it."

Oboro spoke as he started taking off the suit.

"Still unwilling to admit it?" Genos murmured. "Judging by some of Mr. Oboro's past criminal behavior, your character really is difficult to vouch for. I never expected that, with irrefutable evidence right before you, you would still stubbornly deny it... What should we do, Sensei?"

After saying that, he looked up at Saitama.

Only to discover that his teacher had already walked to the entryway and put on his shoes.

Then Saitama turned back toward Oboro. His expression became serious, and his eyes gleamed.

A faint smile hung on his