Daredevil

Saitama instantly appeared outside. Standing on the roof, he looked at a man crouched on top of his house. Well, he thought it was a man, anyway. The person wore a dark red, form-fitting suit and a mask with pointed ears, covering himself from head to toe.

Seeing him, Saitama asked curiously, "Are you a hero or a thief?"

"What?" Daredevil had been secretly lying in wait on the roof. Hearing a voice behind him, he reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his hair standing on end. Without thinking, he sprang up and dodged, warily "looking" at the bald man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Daredevil's real name was Matt. He was a blind lawyer. And blind meant truly blind—not some figurative expression for something else.

By day, he worked as a lawyer, helping poor people in court. At night, he put on his dark red, form-fitting suit, covered himself from head to toe, and went out to fight crime.

Daredevil's reputation had gradually begun to spread, and many people knew he existed.

This time, Daredevil had heard some thugs talking about two easy marks they'd found, a man and a woman who looked wealthy. In just two days, they'd moved into a new place, bought a car, and picked up computers, clothes, and all sorts of other things. Their behavior was practically an announcement: We're rich, we're really rich. Come rob us! What's more, neither of them looked particularly strong: one was an Asian man, the other a woman who looked half Chinese and half American.

Never mind anything else. Saitama's yellow skin alone made him a target for their robbery plans. After all, being Chinese, in a way, meant having money.

Chinese people liked to save, unlike Americans, who would spend their entire paycheck the day after getting paid and rely on credit cards for the rest of the month. It seemed like every Chinese person liked to save money, putting it aside bit by bit until it added up to a big sum.

That was why every sort of thug and hoodlum couldn't help targeting people with yellow skin.

So Saitama and Skye were practically perfect targets for a robbery.

The thugs had set their sights on Saitama and Skye, and planned to go after them that very night.

After hearing about it, Daredevil had gone ahead and hidden on the roof of their house. He planned to wait until the thugs showed up and made a move on Saitama and Skye, then step in.

What Daredevil hadn't expected was that Saitama was far stronger than he could imagine. Saitama had noticed him the moment he arrived. If Saitama hadn't spoken up, Daredevil wouldn't even have known he was standing behind him.

It was unbelievable to Daredevil. Ordinary people used their eyes to observe their surroundings. Daredevil relied on his ears instead; his highly developed hearing was almost like a radar. Yet even with that, he hadn't detected Saitama's arrival.

"So, are you a hero or a thief?" Saitama asked again.

"Who... who are you?" Daredevil tried to steady his breathing. He told himself not to panic, even though he knew he might have run into someone powerful.

"Hey, answer my question first, okay? And you're wearing a mask like that, without eyeholes. Isn't that a problem? If it were me, I might walk straight into a wall." Saitama looked at Daredevil's mask, which had no eyeholes, with great curiosity.

"I'm Daredevil," he said gravely. His muscles were taut, his whole body poised to spring into action. If Saitama so much as made the slightest wrong move, Daredevil was ready to respond.

"Daredevil? Never heard of you. So, are you a hero?"

"A hero? Maybe. I try to stop any crime I know about," Daredevil explained gravely.

"Wow, that's great! I'm a hero too. My name's Saitama. I'm a hero for fun."

"A hero for fun?" Daredevil found the phrasing strange.

Just then, a scream came from inside the room, so piercing that Saitama couldn't help covering his ears.

"Skye's getting worried. Let's go inside and talk," Saitama said to Daredevil.

"No—"

Daredevil had only managed to say "no" when Saitama grabbed him by the shoulder. Before Daredevil could understand what was happening, Saitama had already hauled him back into the room.

"Saitama?" Skye stared at him, eyes wide, after he vanished in the blink of an eye and then reappeared just as quickly. "Wait, who is he? Where did you two come from? What's going on? Wait, is he—" Skye felt like her head was about to explode. It was all so strange—so bizarre. Then she noticed Daredevil's outfit and recognized him almost immediately.

As a hacker, Skye was very well-informed. She knew more about what was happening in New York than most people, especially when it came to Daredevil, a superhero who had only appeared recently.

"Oh, him? He's—"

"Ugh..."

Daredevil was blind, and he relied on his ears for everything. Just now, his ears had suddenly seemed to crash. No, it was more like a computer being hit by hundreds of millions of hacking attacks all at once. A flood of incomprehensible information had poured into his brain, leaving him dizzy, with his head aching and throbbing as though it were about to break. It was incredibly unpleasant. To put it more precisely, it was like motion sickness—an especially severe case.

So Daredevil threw up.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Saitama clearly hadn't expected Daredevil to throw up all of a sudden, and couldn't help worrying. But instead of going over to him, he pinched his nose and took two steps back. Skye did the same. Daredevil smelled awful.

"S-sorry... Ugh, ahem, I... Ugh..." Daredevil tried to explain, but his motion sickness was so bad that he couldn't manage a complete sentence.

"What's wrong with him?" Skye asked, baffled. Weren't superheroes supposed to be cool and handsome? Why was Daredevil such a mess? The way he was throwing up, he could've passed for a pregnant woman with morning sickness.

"I don't know. He was fine just a moment ago," Saitama said, shaking his head in confusion.