Wandering Through the Healing Realm · The Bald Man's Paradise

Everyone was fast asleep.

Gon lay on his side on the moss, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Who knew what delicious thing he was dreaming about? Killua slept soundly too, arms folded and head bobbing up and down. Kurapika leaned against the rock wall, breathing steadily. Leorio's snores shook the heavens. Genos had entered standby mode, the lights in his eyes flickering on and off.

Saitama had woken up early.

His sleep was usually high-quality, but he never slept for too long. After all, there were discounted vegetables to grab and monsters to fight. Sleeping too much always made him feel like he was wasting time.

He sat up, yawned, and glanced at his teammates sprawled all over the ground. No one had woken up, and no one was talking to him.

The surroundings were utterly silent apart from the sound of flowing water. The soft moss beneath him was a hundred times more comfortable than the old tatami mat at home, which had been in use for three years.

He had nothing better to do anyway.

Saitama patted the moss crumbs off his butt, slipped both hands into his cape pockets, and leisurely wandered deeper into the secret realm.

There was no gravity weighing on his shoulders, no need to hurry, no monsters to fight, no Genos beside him rattling off data, and no need to worry about the price of discounted vegetables at the supermarket that day.

He felt that this was the place that suited him best of all the places he had encountered since entering the Dark Continent.

The moss beneath his feet was absurdly thick.

He deliberately hopped twice. When he landed, it felt soft and springy, like stepping onto a freshly sun-dried cotton quilt, and it gently bounced him