"Are you hoping to become a famous superhero like Captain America, Saitama?" Skye asked, her eyes shining. Becoming the next Captain America might be a great choice: dazzling, admired by everyone.
"Captain America? I think I've heard that name before," Saitama said thoughtfully.
"Of course you've heard of him. He's Captain America. Never mind. So, you do want to be a superhero like him, right?" Skye was at a loss over the fact that Saitama didn't know who Captain America was.
"No, not really. I only want to be a hero on a whim. I've never thought about becoming famous or anything like that." Saitama shook his head.
"Huh?" Skye frowned, still not quite understanding what he meant.
People wanted to become superheroes for fame, money, or some other reason. But just because it was a whim? Was that really all there was to it? He wasn't pursuing anything else at all? That seemed awfully strange.
While Saitama and Skye discussed what kind of superhero he might become,
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Rapid Response Tactical Unit had already mobilized and was heading toward Saitama's home. They planned to surround the place before Saitama could make a move. If the situation became urgent, they might even arrest him outright.
But as the Rapid Response Tactical Unit set out, another group was already on the move—and they were moving even faster than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s team. Their route, in particular, was completely clear, without the slightest obstruction.
At the same time, however, the Rapid Response Tactical Unit ran into a traffic jam. Yes, a traffic jam.
There had been an accident on the road just ahead, bringing traffic to a standstill and completely blocking their way. They were just about to turn back and take another route when, as if by a remarkable coincidence, another accident occurred