What Garp said was simple enough to understand.
But Minato Namikaze could only remain silent.
Understanding other people was never that easy. If everyone could understand one another, there would be no wars in the world.
In the end, he merely returned to his companions and loved ones, then left.
None of the members approached the battlefield again.
Instead, they stood with their respective Guilds, sensing the earth-shattering battle from afar.
Both combatants had extraordinary control over their strength. Every punch carried tremendous force, and every movement surpassed the speed of sound, yet neither stirred the air.
Even so, the shockwaves from their battle were enough to make hearts tremble.
Were these the Intermediate Members who had joined just one group before them?
Compared with Shen Mo's seemingly omnipotent, godlike power, strength they could see—and might someday catch up to—weighed more heavily on them.
No one spoke.
They all hovered in silence, watching and accepting the shift in perspective the sight brought them.
Then someone broke the quiet.
"Wow, that's a lot of people."
Everyone looked over. It was a bald man in a rather ridiculous skintight suit.
He was a member!
"Mr. Saitama." Trunks looked at Saitama in delighted surprise.
"Hey, Trunks. You're here too." Saitama raised a hand in a casual greeting, then glanced around. "Am I late?"
"No. Uncle Son Goku is still fighting the strongest and most evil Artificial Human." Trunks pointed into the distance.
"Mm-hmm, I'm watching." Saitama nodded and craned his neck toward the fight, nodding again as he watched. "Son Goku looks even stronger. That's amazing, even though I've been working hard too. What's that bug thing? Half its body got smashed apart, and it can still grow back?"
Everyone stared at the bald man, who looked as though he were watching a