Only Their Kind Can Kill Gods

Oboro gazed at the sky, smoking a cigarette.

He admitted that his heart was somewhat stirred at the moment... it could even be called excitement.

Yet he looked perfectly calm on the surface, without giving anything away.

"Let's go!"

A moment later, Saitama and Genos came down the stairs. The bald man looked at Oboro, his expression brimming with battle intent, ready to burst forth.

Who knew what he was feeling right now.

Oboro tossed away the cigarette butt, ground it out beneath his leather shoe, and smiled faintly. "You pick the place..."

Genos, standing to one side and watching the two of them, found himself unable to put his own feelings into words.

He sensed an indescribable aura from both Oboro and his teacher.

"Okay."

Shortly afterward, the three of them left the deserted district.

Not long after they departed, a black speck flew in through the sky.

Floating in midair, Tatsumaki looked at the address written on the slip of paper in her hand and frowned.

Although this deserted district had long been abandoned, its street numbers remained intact.

"So this is the place?" For some reason, Tatsumaki suddenly found the apartment building before her somewhat familiar.

It felt as though she had seen it somewhere before.

She flew up to the third floor of the apartment building, came to the room where Oboro and Saitama lived, and peered in through the window.

Her psychic powers had already confirmed that no one was inside. Her target was absent.

Then she flicked her little hand, activating her power.

The door before her opened on its own, its lock automatically disengaging. Taking small steps, she walked in like an official conducting an inspection and looked around at the room's furnishings and belongings.

"Tch, I thought he was some shut-in... Didn't