Kicking Down the Dojo?
On a small mountain within Z-City stood a dojo—the dojo of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
Saitama checked the crumpled note in his hand, then looked at the sign above the dojo. Only then did he nod. "That's right. This is the address that old man gave us."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in and take a look."
As soon as Wu Biao finished speaking, he strode forward and kicked the dojo gates open with a bang. "You old stick, Brother Biao's dropping by! Get out here and welcome me already!"
"..." Saitama.
Were they sure they wouldn't be thrown out for challenging the dojo?
The dojo, built halfway up the mountain, was enormous. Beyond the courtyard lay a wide open space filled with people—at least a hundred of them at a glance.
Judging from their stances, they had clearly been practicing martial arts just moments ago.
As for why it was "moments ago"... Wu Biao's kick had frozen everyone in place. More than a hundred pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the two men who had entered through the gates.
Wu Biao swept his gaze around and, seeing no sign of Bang, shouted, "You old stick, you home? An old friend came to mooch... no, an old friend came to visit you!"
The disciples practicing in the dojo all glared at them with dark expressions. Before Saitama's foot could even touch the ground inside the dojo, he pulled it back, decisively conveying the message: I don't know this guy.
Challenging the dojo?
Looking at a certain slovenly fellow who had absolutely no awareness that he was a guest, the disciples' first thought was... trouble had come looking for them.
"Who are you? Teacher Bang is away. I am Sour Face, second