Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through Iaian and Okamaitachi's minds.
After exchanging a glance, the two checked the time on their phones and steeled themselves before turning to leave.
For now, they could only take things one step at a time.
Half a day later, inside the Hero Association's command headquarters.
Four figures sat on either side of the enormous conference table.
At the head of the table sat Child Emperor, ranked fifth among the S-Class heroes, along with Superalloy Darkshine, ranked eleventh and summoned to guard the Hero Association headquarters.
Besides them, two unusual figures had also made a rare appearance.
"Heh, Atomic Samurai, it's rare for you to come to the Hero Association to report in. Why aren't your three little followers with you today?"
The elderly man, with gray-white hair, an aged face, a slightly hunched back, and a black fitted shirt, took a sip of hot tea before speaking first.
"Normally, aren't your three little followers either running errands for you or coming to the Hero Association on your behalf, while you hide away by yourself to study swordsmanship?"
As soon as he said that, everyone's gaze turned toward the figure dressed in a blue kimono, with two katana at his waist, a red cape over his shoulders, and a straw hat on his head.
As S-Class heroes of the Hero Association, they received not only generous compensation, but were also humanity's last trump card against monsters.
To prevent unnecessary betrayals or inexplicable deaths, the heroes were required to report to the Hero Association at regular intervals.
Of course, for these powerful individuals upon whom world peace depended, the Hero Association did not impose any strict rules. Reporting in for one day each month was sufficient.
"Hmph, Bang, you're as much of a busybody as ever. Instead