Happy Dragon Boat Festival! By the way, when did zongzi get so expensive?
"Saitama, what's wrong?" Skye felt that Saitama had been acting a little strangely lately, as though he'd become more anxious.
"Mm, I just keep feeling like someone's watching me." As he spoke, Saitama turned his head and looked in a certain direction, but there was no one there.
"Someone's watching you?" Skye froze, then grew serious.
Saitama's behavior had made Skye trust his abilities completely. If he sensed that someone was watching him, then someone had to be watching him.
"It's just a feeling. Every time I try to find out if someone's watching me, I come up empty." Saitama shook his head, then clutched it with both hands. "But I know I can feel it! Damn it, they keep staring at me every day, and I can't figure out who it is. It's so annoying!"
"You can't find whoever's watching you? Is there really someone stronger than you?" Skye was startled.
"Damn it, I wish there were someone stronger than me! Then I could have a proper fight. But instead—damn it, damn it! It's like an annoying fly buzzing in my ear over and over, but I can't even swat it. Damn it!" Saitama looked utterly miserable and frustrated.
"I don't think there's anyone in this world stronger than you. Hmm, let me think." Skye frowned, resting her fingers on her chin as she tried to work out what was going on.
Meanwhile, in another location, Phil Coulson stared intently at the surveillance footage on his monitor. He'd installed a large number of cameras near Saitama's home, covering every angle with a full 360-degree view and no blind spots. If Coulson hadn't suspected Saitama's true identity and believed him to be an elite agent trained by