Daredevil's Suspicions

"What in the world is going on?" Skye couldn't help asking. "He—he's Daredevil? Or is he a Daredevil fan cosplaying as him? And why did you suddenly disappear just now, Saitama, then suddenly reappear? Most importantly, how did there suddenly end up being two of you? What in the world is going on?"

"He said he was Daredevil. I don't know if that's true or not. As for what just happened, I heard a noise, went outside and found him, then heard you shout, so I brought him back with me." Saitama spoke in an utterly matter-of-fact tone.

"Huh? What did you say?" Skye stared at Saitama, completely bewildered.

"I said he claims to be Daredevil, but I don't know if that's true or not. And as for what just happened, I heard a noise, went outside and found him, then heard you shout, so I brought him back with me." Saitama repeated what he'd just said, almost word for word.

"That's not what I meant. You said you walked outside? But why didn't I see you leave? Can you turn invisible?" Skye asked, sounding very serious.

"Turn invisible? No." Saitama shook his head.

"But—but how did you suddenly disappear? I didn't see you leave at all."

"Oh, I just ran a little fast."

"A little fast? You call that a little fast?"

"But that's all it was. I just moved a little fast, so you didn't see me."

"...Heh. You... Fine, tell me—how fast can you run that I couldn't even see you?" Skye asked, sounding rather annoyed.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Mm. I've never tested it. Before, I used to run with all my strength so I wouldn't miss the supermarket sales. Although sometimes I still missed one, but those were unavoidable circumstances." Saitama explained earnestly.

"...So you can run that fast just to make it in time for supermarket sales?" Skye rolled her eyes. She was practically ready to take it as a joke.

"Not entirely. It's also because I train every day."

"..."

By then, Matt had recovered somewhat. As Daredevil, he was in better shape than an ordinary person. Although he'd been feeling awful and throwing up nonstop, he recovered faster than most people. An ordinary person wouldn't have bounced back so quickly, but he could.

He still felt a little queasy. Smelling the mess he'd thrown up, Daredevil wrinkled his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. Throwing up all over someone else's home was a pretty awful thing to do.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but could I have a glass of water?" Daredevil asked with a grimace. The taste in his mouth was awful, and he thought he should rinse it out.

"Uh, just a moment." Skye still had a fairly good impression of Daredevil, even though she wasn't sure yet whether this man really was him. A glass of water was no problem, though she was still a little bothered that he'd thrown up all over her place.

He took the glass, thanked her, then rinsed his mouth thoroughly. At last, the taste faded, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm terribly sorry for making such a mess. I'll clean it up." Daredevil looked apologetic.

"No, don't worry. I can take care of it. Can I ask you something? Are you really Daredevil?" Skye asked curiously.

"If there isn't another Daredevil, then I'm the one you're talking about. I just never expected to end up looking so pathetic." The corner of his mouth, the only part of his face that showed, twisted into a rueful smile. At the same time, he remained on high alert. He'd only come to help and stop those people from committing crimes today. He hadn't expected to experience something so unbelievable.

Saitama had appeared behind him without making a sound, and Matt hadn't sensed him at all. Then Saitama had carried him down from the rooftop so easily. The experience hadn't been pleasant for Matt, but when he thought about it, the whole thing might not even have taken a second.

In less than a second, Saitama had brought him into the room. That was beyond human ability—or at least beyond the ability of any normal human. Daredevil certainly couldn't do it, not even if the difficulty were reduced tenfold.

Of course, that was only one thing worrying him. He was also concerned about what kind of person Saitama was. Would he choose to be a good guy or a bad guy? Even if Saitama didn't become a superhero, Matt hoped he wouldn't become a supervillain. Otherwise, Daredevil had no idea how he could stop him. Saitama was simply too terrifying.

"Are you really Daredevil? But just now..." Skye felt that Daredevil was shattering the image she'd had of him.

"Sorry, I'm just an ordinary person who's a little stronger than most. But your friend here doesn't seem human at all." Daredevil smiled wryly, probing a little as he tried to figure out what Saitama was.

"Huh? Saitama, you—" Skye turned to look at Saitama. Then she saw his vacant, wooden eyes and his generally goofy, endearing air. She found it hard to accept that Saitama could be so powerful, so great, so utterly incredible.

"You're not insulting me, but I still can't help feeling a little uncomfortable hearing that. I'm obviously human. I just wanted to become a hero on a whim, and after three years of hard training, I got this strong." Saitama spoke in a calm voice with a slight hint of goofiness.

"Three years of hard training?" Daredevil was stunned. Three years of training could make someone this strong? He'd consciously trained from childhood, then received instruction from Stick and honed his skills little by little until he'd reached his current level. Yet Saitama had gotten this strong in just three years. Even Daredevil thought that was wildly unfair.

"Saitama, you're trying to fool someone with that same story you used on me before, aren't you?" Skye scoffed.

"I'm not fooling anyone. Everything I said is true. My training was incredibly difficult." Saitama protested.

"Sure, sure. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Whatever. But, Saitama, just how— Oh, right. Daredevil, what brings you here?"

Skye had been about to keep pressing Saitama, but then she remembered they had a stranger with them. It was probably best not to reveal too much about Saitama in front of him.

"I heard a bunch of punks were after you. They thought they could make easy prey of you, so I came here to stop them. Clearly, they were wrong. And spectacularly so." Daredevil said, looking toward Saitama.

"What? Those scumbags were after us? What a bunch of bastards. They all deserve to die!" Skye cursed furiously.

"They clearly weren't going to succeed," Daredevil said reassuringly.

"But what if they had guns?" Skye frowned, worry in her voice.

"Guns? I think this gentleman would have nothing to fear from them." Daredevil looked at Saitama again.

"You're joking, right? Saitama may be pretty strong, but against guns—" Skye faltered. Given Saitama's ability to appear and disappear in a flash, guns probably weren't much of a threat to him after all.

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