Won't Take Disciples

Oboro led Saitama and Genos to eat barbecue.

He paid the bill.

Bald guys are relatively easy to coax.

Although Saitama kept clamoring to fight Oboro again on the way home, Oboro always retorted with sarcastic remarks, never giving him the chance.

It was noisy and disruptive the whole way.

It seems that ever since Oboro's identity was exposed, the two have started to bicker frequently.

"Someone's here looking for you... I have to go now."

While walking through a street in Z-City, Oboro noticed something, stopped, and waved to Saitama.

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared at the intersection in the distance.

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic.

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic was originally imprisoned, but he has now escaped.

His presence here is undoubtedly to challenge Saitama.

Oboro sized up the 'egg-crushing ninja', smiled, and then his figure vanished into the void.

Saitama glared at Speed-o'-Sound Sonic and couldn't help but say, "Why is it you again...? When will this end?"

"Teacher!"

Seeing that Speed-o'-Sound Sonic's arrival was ill-intentioned, Genos spoke in a serious tone.

Oboro didn't bother with the feud between Saitama and Speed-o'-Sound Sonic.

In any case, the one who ultimately fails again will definitely be the latter.

However, when he returned to the corridor of the apartment building, he was surprised to find someone waiting for him.

A young boy leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for a long time.

Guan Long stepped out of the space like Blast, and the boy's expression changed slightly.

But he remained relatively calm.

After all, Oboro is not from this world, but 'smuggled' over from another dimension, so it makes perfect sense that she has this ability.

The boy is Blue, the son of Blast.

"I've heard about what happened in City A," Blue said.

He was referring to... Oboro's solo annihilation of all the foreign invaders.

"There must be a Neo mole within the Association..."

Long took out his key from his pocket, opened the door, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry about that."

Although the identity of the young man as the founder of Neo has been undermined by power, his status within the organization is still second only to Zhu Li.

"Is something the matter...? If not, I'm going to sleep." Long pushed open the door, glanced back at the boy, and asked knowingly.

It's already dark, almost midnight. This little guy has been waiting for so long, there must be something he needs to do.

"I want to become your disciple."

Blue made a surprising remark.

Upon hearing this, Long raised an eyebrow.

It's not surprising. If Blue's goal is Blast... then he'll definitely form a hero team in the future and protect this dimension just like Blast. The boy witnessed his strength during their last meeting, and it's normal for him to seek him out if he wants to grow stronger.

After all, with a boy's ability to unlock his 'limiter'... in the world of One-Punch Man, there are very few who are stronger than him, except for Saitama.

"Are you kidding me? I'm from another world... You don't mind my identity?" Oboro entered the house, leaving the door open for the boy.

Blue also went into the room.

"Judging from your actions today, at least... you don't have any subjective malice towards this world, and I can choose to believe what you said to me before. Moreover, you are now an S-class hero of the Hero Association... I can temporarily refrain from being hostile to you. If possible, I hope that in the future... you can become my ally."

The boy told the truth.

His words sounded somewhat contradictory; on the one hand, he wanted to become Oboro's apprentice, and on the other hand, he wanted Oboro to be his assistant.

Judging from his tone, the boy must have investigated him after their last separation.

They must have known that becoming an S-class hero of the Association would put them in a passive position... which is why they didn't pursue the Neo matter further.

"Little brat...this isn't the attitude you'd expect when you become an apprentice."

Long turned on the lights in the room, slowly took off his suit jacket, and chuckled softly, "Besides, what you just said clearly means you believe you will definitely be stronger than me in the future... You only trust me temporarily now, who can guarantee what your attitude will be in the future? In that case, why should I cultivate an enemy who might turn against me?"

What do you want me to do?

The boy spoke with such maturity that it seemed to make people forget his actual age.

"I have nothing to teach you..." Long sensed the determination in his heart. In order to be accepted as a disciple, the boy had obviously made enough mental preparations.

Willing to pay the corresponding price.

However, since Oboro was preparing to leave this world, he naturally wouldn't be taking on any more disciples.

He threw One-Punch Man, but he was just relaxing on vacation... not wanting to cause trouble for himself.

This son of Blast is clearly not someone who can be easily fooled.

Unlike Genos.

"You must be my teacher," Blue said in a deep voice.

"How so?"

Long was already unbuttoning his shirt collar when he heard this, and he chuckled to himself.

What... are you trying to force me to do something I don't understand? "No matter what, your existence is an element of uncertainty for this world, and you could become a threat at any time... If a major crisis occurs in this world that the heroes cannot resolve, then... Blast will appear, and he will definitely drive you away and eliminate the potential threat."

"But if you are my teacher and teammate, with that title, I can help you avoid this trouble."

The boy was a bit arrogant.

"You think I'm no match for your father?"

Long suddenly realized, and nodded. "Indeed, in your eyes... your father is ranked number 1 in S-class, and he has his own hero team. His otherworldly teammates must also be quite powerful..."

After muttering a few words, Oboro took off his shirt and trousers and began to change into his pajamas in front of the boy.

"Unfortunately... I still won't accept you as my disciple. If you can get in touch with Blast, you can tell him about me and have him come to me... but the result will be the same, I won't change my decision."

After saying that, Long, dressed in his pajamas, lay down on the floor and turned on the TV like a typical otaku.

The boy remained standing in the entryway, making no move to take off his shoes and step into the living room.

"Why?"

Blue frowned. "Are you afraid I'll find out your true skill level?"

"You are a cyborg... Your power largely comes from technology. And that's precisely what I lack... I can guess what you're thinking. You believe that cyborgs can also specialize in other methods, such as martial arts or superpowers. With your machine's capabilities, you might even be able to mimic the energy of other powers, or use them as some kind of programming data to input into your own body... But your biggest problem is your mindset."

"Mindset?"

"That's right, it's the mindset of truly wanting to protect this world."

Long kept switching between TV programs with the remote control, talking casually.

He never looked at the boy.

What is the purpose of your pursuit of power?

"Is it really about protecting the world? Is it about becoming a hero?"

"Neither... you just want to prove yourself to your father."

Long scratched his toes. "These are your problems... The main reason I'm not taking you as a disciple is that I'm lazy and I'm not in the mood to teach right now."

"Besides, I'm also preparing to leave this world... so, I don't have time."

Since he had already decided to leave, Long told the boy the truth, there was nothing to hide.

"Are you leaving?"

Sure enough, Blue was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Hmm... I've had enough of being here."