Saitama Strikes Back: I'm Charging You for Lost Time

Morin froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He laughed so hard he doubled over. It took him a full five minutes to straighten up. "Buy milk? At a time like this, you're still thinking about milk? Saitama, you really are a weirdo. But that's fine. Once we've fought for two hours, I'll buy you all the milk you can drink."

"I don't want you to buy me any," Saitama said coldly. "I want the near-expiry milk at the supermarket. It's seventy percent off."

"Suit yourself." Morin waved a hand and slowly took three steps back, settling into a defensive stance. "Come on, let's fight. I'll let you throw the first ten punches. No rush. We can take our time."

Saitama took a deep breath and swung his fist.

In the slow-motion world, the punch took a full half minute to reach Morin's chest.

Thud—

Morin took a step back and brushed the dust off his chest. "Not bad. Plenty of power. But you punched too fast. Slow down next time. I barely had a chance to feel it."

Saitama gritted his teeth and threw another punch.

Another half minute passed.

Morin took another step back, still completely unharmed.

"Too slow, too slow." Morin shook his head in disgust. "At this speed, you're practically a snail. Why don't we take a ten-minute break and have some coffee before we carry on?"

"Master!" Genos finally made it to the edge of the ring at a slow jog, sweat pouring down his face. "His Nen Domain absorbs your speed and converts it into a slower flow of time! The harder you punch, the slower time passes! At this rate, forget three minutes—we won't finish in three days!"

Killua slowly crawled over too, the lollipop in his mouth nearly melted. "I told